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This thought often crosses my mind. Whenever a man commits a crime against a woman, much before that he has already shown the signs of that criminal instinct within his family.
Each one of us carries a Pandora’s Box. And we are told – never ever to open it. Why?
Because the box hides the dirtiest secrets of the family, and those around you. You are told that it is your ‘honour’ to let these secrets remain hidden, an abusive husband target practicing his manhood on his wife, or an uncle raping his niece.
We are told – Shush!
Let family matters remain in the family, don’t do dirty laundry in public. Hold tight the lid on that Box if we want to save our marriages, save family, and honour.
This thought often crosses my mind. Whenever a man commits a crime against a woman, much before that he has already shown the signs of that criminal instinct within his family. What if, then and there his family, his mother, sisters had shunned him? What if the moment he had committed that sin outside, he was first boycotted by his family? Don’t you think it would have made at least an iota of difference to his shameless fetish for more crimes?
But because we hold on to that Pandora box, and offer him a safe sanctuary after he has sinned, he grows stronger every time. Somewhere we are equally responsible for the lawlessness of these hoodlums. Like the mother of one of the accused in the Nirbhaya case, who still hoped that her son will be let off.
In Greek mythology, when Prometheus stole fire from heaven, Zeus, the king of the gods punished him by sending Pandora to his brother. Pandora opens a box, which was strictly forbidden not to be opened. She was the Christian equivalent of Eve. Out of curiosity, she opens the lid of the box and all the evils of the world fly out.
But what remains inside the box is – Hope.
Pandora is blamed forever for her curiosity. But in my eyes, she was brave who dared to confront the problems rather than hide them in the closet. Like we should be of our women, instead of suppressing their voices.
Image source: a still from the film Provoked
Vartika Sharma Lekhak is a published author based in India who enjoys writing on social issues, travel tales and short stories. She is an alumnus of JNU and currently studying law at Symbiosis Law School, read more...
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Neena was the sole caregiver of Amma and though one would think that Amma was dependent on her, Neena felt otherwise.
Neena inhaled the aroma that emanated from the pan and took a deep breath. The aroma of cumin interspersed with butter transported her back to the modest kitchen in her native village. She could picture her father standing in the kitchen wearing his white crisp kurta as he made delectable concoctions for his only daughter.
Neena grew up in a home where both her parents worked together in tandem to keep the house up and running. She had a blissful childhood in her modest two-room house. The house was small but every nook and cranny gave her memories of a lifetime. Neena’s young heart imagined that her life would follow the same cheerful course. But how wrong she was!
When she was sixteen, the catastrophic clutches of destiny snatched away her parents. They passed away in a road accident and Neena was devastated. Relatives thronged her now gloomy house and soon it was decided that she should be married off.
Women today don’t want to be in a partnership that complicates their lives further. They need an equal partner with whom they can figure out life as a team, playing by each other’s strengths.
We all are familiar with that one annoying aunty who is more interested in our marital status than in the dessert counter at a wedding. But these aunties have somehow become obsolete now. Now they are replaced by men we have in our lives. Friends, family, and even work colleagues. It’s the men who are worried about why we are not saying yes to one among their clans. What is wrong with us? Aren’t we scared of dying alone? Like them?
A recent interaction with a guy friend of mine turned sour when he lectured me about how I would regret not getting married at the right time. He lectured that every event in our lives needs to be completed within a certain timeframe set by society else we are doomed. I wasn’t angry. I was just disappointed to realize that annoying aunties are rapidly doubling in our society. And they don’t just appear at weddings or family functions anymore. They are everywhere. They are the real pandemic.
Let’s examine this a little closer.
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