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MommySpeak Short story

The final redemption

At 28, he was beyond redemption. Drugs, alchohol, nicotine, women, theft… he had done them all! The de-addiction centres offered no more hope.

Her last hope was this pilgrimage by foot. They had covered most of the journey. This was the final leg. The famous dilapidated temple was just across the railway track.

She crossed the tracks and waited for him. He dragged his feet along, slow enough to show how resentful he was of her attempts at ‘rehabilitation’.
‘Try to walk faster..‘, she coaxed.
‘You’re pathetic!!‘ he spat angrily.

She looked crestfallen.

He plugged in his iPod to drown her unspoken words. He had heard enough. He knew what he wanted. To float away on clouds of Ecstasy. And she, was the biggest obstacle! He hated the sight of her. Sad, angry, begging. In turns. All day long!!! Well, atleast, she didn’t cry bucketloads any longer. That was a relief!

Then, she saw it coming. He didn’t. Eyes half-closed, he was swaying to the music in his ears.

It was nearing. She opened her mouth to speak. But her mouth went dry. She put out a hand, to caution him.

‘Buzz off and leave me alone!!!!’ he murmured.

Alarmed, she looked into his eyes.

Baby eyes that once had opened in wonder. Eyes that had once danced with joy, accompanied by the lilting sound of happy gurgles.

Eyes that had once quite blindly trusted in her.

Eyes that had slowly started questioning her authority.

Eyes that had then turned angry in rebellion.

Too soon, it had become too late! The same eyes had turned vacant, and cold. And when she had tried to reign them in, they had seemed almost murderous.

And then, he finally noticed! His eyes widened in fear. She knew that look. He was almost begging, for her to try to rescue him. One more time.

She needed to think. A millisecond went by. And by then, it was all over!

The grass around the track was splattered in red. A bright shade of red, that she knew was the same as her own.

She clutched at her breast. As if to hold the heart that was slowly and irreversibly crumbling into a zillion pieces.

And in that deafening silence, she let out a loud scream. In relief. Then, she screamed again. And again. In horror. At what had just happened. She pounded the grass with her bare fists. Furious, at the way a beautiful life had been wasted.

Spent, she dragged her tired feet towards the temple. The shrine was closed. She slowly climbed the steps. When she reached the top, she almost staggered backwards in exhaustion. She quickly sat down, and lay her forehead on the cool stone pillars. She imagined the beautiful face of the deity inside the shrine. It shone of kindness. 

‘Thank you!‘ she whispered. And then broke into tears. She banged her forehead on the pillar until it bled. Then, she hugged herself tightly. And tried to remember his face. She saw in it, the beautiful eyes that had hated and distrusted, but still needed her.

‘Amma….’ – she would never hear that word again.

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Folks, this post is dedicated to all those parents who struggle helplessly with children who fall into drugs and other vices.

To parents who deserve better.

To parents who have loved and lost.

Specially, to those parents, who look back longingly, on a Life that could have been spent so differently, and so much better.

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A wasted life – Sarita suicide case

The news flashed on NDTV: “Sarita commits suicide…husband refuses to cremate her unless the policemen who had allegedly raped her are arrested…”.

Please read the foll. article on expressindia.com: http://www.expressindia.com/latest-news/No-news-of-accused-cops/321408/

On the TV screen…a mourning family…a helpless husband…two innocent young children…wide-eyed, not able to comprehend what is going on…the noise, the chaos, the media..and where is their mother ?!

A lump formed in my throat when I saw Sarita’s children. Those little boys have lost their mother, because of the crime committed by two policemen.

There is a game children in India play – “Chor..Police”. The Chor (the thief, traditionally the Bad Man) runs, while the Police (obviously, the good man) chases him.

But when the Policeman himself is a criminal, then what who runs and who chases ?

Or do they both run, leaving the common (wo)man helpless and battered ?

Why did they rape a poor woman ? How could they rape “a mother” ?? What kind of men were they ? Or were they bloody animals in human clothing ? They have families too…wife and children. Did they not think of them even once while doing this gruesome act ? They have been in the Police force for more than a decade..is this how they have executed their duties ? Does Power always Corrupt ?

What was Sarita’s mistake ? That she was a woman ? Or that she was poor and powerless ?

What was the children’s mistake ? Why have they lost their mother ? When they wake up tomorrow morning, there will no mother to smile at them, to wash their face, to feed them, to love them and to take care of them. For what felony are they being punished ? Because two immoral policemen had to satiate their lust ?!

Let us imagine (wishful thinking, I guess), for a second, that Sarita had lived. This is what would have happened:

– Her physical being was wounded, but on the emotional side, she was already maimed for life.

– Her pleas against the policemen would have gone in vain.

– The policemen would have the power to keep themselves free. They would have even labelled her a prostitute, and have had her arrested, shaming her and her family even more.

– The children would probably be taunted by their friends and neighbours.

– For all we know, even the husband might have deserted her, for becoming “impure”.

Sarita’s life would have been more miserable than Death.

Should Sarita have lived…I still say, Yes. Because, ‘Where there is life, there is hope’. Hope for justice, hope for retribution.

Should the policemen be sentenced to death… I say Yes. I think anyone with a charge (of rape/corruption/any sort of crime) against them, must be suspended from duty immediately, and allowed back into work only if proved innocent. And if proved guilty, they should be awarded the ultimate death sentence.

India is supposedly a poor country. So, why waste a space in prison for animals like these ? Why drain the country of resources (food/water/clothing) ? If these two policemen are found guilty, they must die. Let them be an example of ‘what not to do’ !

In every forum, we talk about the ‘culture’ that we Indians are steeped in. Why then, do we have a Scarlett and a Sarita , every other day ? It clearly shows, we have no values, no morals, and NO RESPECT FOR EACH OTHER. We should be ashamed of ourselves.

It is said “The meek shall inherit the earth”. Really ?? When ?!