Answer me, God!

One incident took away almost everything from my world. Aayush, my younger son was only 4 months old then; I could have never heard the word “mamma” from him  neither would I knew how well my elder son, Aryan could sing or how handsome he looks in his all white cricketing attire. It all happened little more than a year back but it is still so vivid in my mind as if it happened just a week before. I am writing this on the eve of my birthday, thanks to the saviour for he gave me an opportunity to celebrate my birthday this year with my family.

We met with a  road accident when we were coming back from Pondicherry to Chennai after spending a superb holiday. Our red car, as Aryan recalls, “Papa’s red car fell and broke into pieces so papa bought a big black car.” Our car was rammed by a xylo from behind and the world became darkness to me.

When I was back to my senses, a month had passed and I was still in the hospital with a severe head injury. The worst thing that happened during this accident was that I suffered from retrograde amnesia and lost my last one-year memory. Due to that, I even forgot my younger son, since he was only 4 months then. Still, I keep on urging everyone individually, not to disclose this to him when he grows up. He will be very hurt when he will know his mother did not remember him. Many more things happened in that one-month period when I was in the hospital, but I was simply clueless.

Finally, one day I was released from the hospital, still on a prescription to continue my high dose medicines for an indefinite time. One day I was just lying in my bed, and found my aunt’s digital camera. She came down from Kolkata during those wretched days to help us. I took the camera and started browsing the pics in it. I saw the first pic, and then the second and then as I pressed the next button, the third pic came up. I stared at the picture blankly. It was Aayush’s pic, with one of his leg wrapped with a white plaster. I immediately ran to my hubby to enquire further. He didn’t hide a bit and told me Aayush fractured his leg during the accident. If that was not all, the fracture got detected after a couple of days when the leg started to swell. Poor Aayush underwent a massive pain for those two days.  In addition, my elder son, Aryan who was only 3 and half years then, broke his left collarbone and was in trauma since he was the only one who saw the whole thing. I became numb and only my tears, which do not follow any rules, continued to roll down my cheek. He also said that every night both the kids kept on crying. The younger one tried to pronounce “mamma” and kept on crying and the elder one, kept on asking everyone when his mother will come back to him.

For better care, my hubby sent me to my mothers place to Kolkata after a few days post my return from the hospital. During that stay, I would ask my mother about all that happened when I was not in my senses. She would always start her narration with Anirban, my hubby, how he took care of me. He was badly injured too in the accident, 21 stitches in his head and with a broken shoulder, still he spent all the nights in the hospital sitting next to me. His routine was somewhat like this; he joined his office few days after the accident – he would go to his office in the morning, return by 5 pm, then feed and make Aryan sleep (He was not allowing anyone to feed him and making him sleep).  After Aryan slept, hubby would have his dinner and go to the hospital with my dinner. He would feed me and then used to sit the whole night awake next to my bed and the next day morning again the routine continued…. I always love my hubby a lot but after hearing all this from my mother, that love increased manifolds and the respect I had for him increased too. He too was badly injured and required proper rest after the accident, but due to his commitments then he did not get any rest and now he is suffering from the side effects. 6 months after the accident, he started getting tremendous back pain, for which he still have sleepless nights. After a check up from the doctor, we came to know during the accident, he badly hurt his back, if he would have taken proper rest then after the accident, now he would not suffer from the side affects. I am very lucky to have him as my best half; he showed me what life is and where happiness lies.

I had no clue what my parents went through as i am their only daughter. Few months back when I was visiting  my aunt, the topic reappeared. She disclosed that my mother kept fasting because I could not eat properly when I was in the hospital. She used to tell, “I will leave my fasting only when my daughter starts eating normal diet.” ‘Hat’s off to you maa, you have shown me what mothers are for and thanks baba for your support.I know you too went through a lot of pain !”

A year flew by but the stigma of the incidence is still crystal-clear in my mind. Very frequently, I get the memories flushing my mind and I always ask with moist eyes – ‘why it was me and my family, who had to experience such a horrible fate.’ This is the only question that I have for Him, the power known as God!

Molesting A Woman’s Self-Respect

woman and rape

I am sure most women get raped some time or the other in their lifetimes. Now, don’t think of this as a scandalous statement. Haven’t there been times, dear friends when a woman has stood before a man in a public place like a bus stop, the bus itself, the mall or some official place and has been forcibly undressed to the barest minimum by just the lustful look of some stranger? The resultant feeling is of anger, frustration and shame. And there is nothing that can be done about it. After all, you are fully dressed. If this is the mental state of women who get mentally raped every other day, then you can very well imagine the plight of women who get raped physically. And worse is the state of rural women who are humiliated and discriminated for no fault of theirs.

Disrobing women comes easy to us Indians. If Draupadi, the wife of the super five Pandavas could get disrobed then, we are but ordinary mortals. Draupadi was treated like a commodity in a game of gambling. Today, it is no different. A woman who attempts to try her hand in male domains or, succeeds in life both, personally and professionally is often accused of having slept her way up. If a man succeeds, he is appreciated for being talented and hard working!

When a woman is molested or raped, her tattered clothes symbolize the humiliation of her self-respect. The marks on her body will take some time to heal but what about the bruises on her mind and soul? Will they ever heal? Today, we hear of more and more women being raped. Are there too many male sadists or is the value system in the society gone kaput? Women, little girls and even children are known to be raped for lust, for enmity or just for no reason at all. The kind of trauma that children undergo when they are physically violated is just indescribable.

Women get raped, some complain, others just carry on with their lives. What has happened to the men, you may ask. What has gotten into them? Why have they suddenly become so sexually charged? The most terrible part is that many rapists go scot-free to sow their wild seeds elsewhere. Not all want to file a report for fear of what the society will say or maybe a fear of the rapists themselves. So, the soiled clothes are silently washed and life carries on as if nothing happened. But, it is a fact that the trauma of such an incident never heals and if the raped woman does get pregnant then, she goes in for a hush-hush abortion and that’s the happy ending for you!

But, what could be the causes of such offensive deeds? An egoistic man’s idea of self-respect, a male chauvinistic attitude of showing a woman where she stands or simply a sadistic man’s act of temporary physical superiority. Today, a woman likes it if she is called sexy. It is a compliment for her and some times it is this very compliment that turns her life upside down.  The problem is that both men and women have forgotten that a lakshman rekha exists for both of them. Until the rules of self respect are followed in society, we are going to hear more of such cases. Let’s hope good sense prevails and men and women stick to their limits.