SHE IS A TRUE MARDAANI

 It takes a great deal of courage to stand up to your enemies, but even more to stand up to your friends. – J. K. Rowling…..…                                     And even more to stand up to your life partner.

Her mind was shuddered yet she was poised; She was empty handed yet she had no regrets; Her heart bled yet she kept smiling….

Though the spiritual charisma of Lavanya charmed me, looking at her, I always felt that there is an inundation in her which is desperately seeking an appropriate outlet. Probing her for a number of times she agreed to unveil the emotional whips and lashes she surpassed bravely.

After getting married to Lucknow based Niketan, Lavanya accepted every new person in the family with an open heart and mind, handled every situation very calmly,but what was getting above her head were those abusive snide remarks from her husband every now and then .It was even more horrible when her father-in-law’s sweet coated remarks aggravated the situation every time. The scoffing rate went higher day by day. The only way to keep the relationship pacing was to IGNORE and AVOID. So, she did that, but at every ignorance her soul was awarded an extra scar. Still nothing stopped. It grew even more gruesome. Indirect physical abuse was their next trick. Sweet with words and  posing that they are taking care of her they gave the medicine while she got hurt one day. That medicine left  her unconscious for two full days.. and when she regained her consciousness, she overheard the conversation  of her husband with her father-in -law.

IN CONVERSATION – LAVANYA’s HUSBAND AND FATHER-IN-LAW 

Her husband (to his father) I have fulfilled the last wish of mummy (who has been bedridden since last 4 years) by getting married although I never wanted a wife in my life. Moreover, she hasn’t brought any gold or cash along with her ,so  is useless for us “Aurat to waise bhi pair ki jooti hoti hai ” . From now onwards she is just a toy to play… And if you also feel like playing with her you can, while I am not here…

It was like a horrendous nightmare for her… Those spine chilling, filthy words gave a head rush once again… But from that moment onwards she had to be alert and even more calm and normal to handle the situation. She posed to be sleeping for some more time to plan to save herself. After some time she stood up from the bed, behaved normally so as to hide about her being aware of the reality.

In the evening she took permission to go to the temple for some time so that she can talk to her parents who could help her come out of  this problem. But, they were in Hyderabad for few days.. After talking to their daughter they started off  immediately from there so as to reach her as soon as possible. Lavanya mustered all her courage and thought of buying red pepper powder to keep along with her to help her face any kind catastrophe.

As soon as she stepped back into her house an unexpected  pandemonium broke out. Her husband quickly bolted the room from inside where her father-in – law was already present. Her sixth sense warned her of something unusual. She quickly took out the red pepper powder and threw in the eyes of both father and son. They went wild,snarled at her, pulled her hairs, tried groping her, but, suddenly in between all this, Niketan left Lavanya with his father in the room and bolted from outside.

Here I interrupted her to ask, that Why Niketan went outside the room?

Lavanya said, all the pepper powder she flung must have went into his eyes so he might have gone to splash his eyes with water.

That shameless old ba****d came forward to yank her clothes away. He was successful in pinning her down.His every pore oozed out brutality. She shrieked in agony ,she wailed,she squawked and fearfully begged for a few minutes, but within fraction of seconds a spurt of vigor recharged every single pore of her body. A sadistic smile curled her lips up. She was transformed into a powerhouse ready to burst.She kicked that old man between his shins with full force umpteen times till he fell flat. Now she stood up, tried opening the other door(back door) which was luckily not bolted from outside.To rescue herself, she quickly took her wallet, ran towards the taxi stand, took a taxi to the railway station and boarded one of the trains which was about to leave in a minute. Along with the departure of  the train  from the Lucknow station,the anger, the fear,the deep gasps of breath,the incessant flow of tears,the sweat on her face;all slowly took a tranquil tone. Explicitly etched on her face was the sense of relief to have fought with grit and quick wit against the beasts in the human skin.

After inquiring with her co-passengers, she informed her parents  that she has boarded the train for Nainital and asked them to take a route to that city. She was safe, but it took her eight months to regain  her emotional balance. she filed a complaint with the police and fought for her rights.

It was my honor to have lived with that woman for a month.I salute to her valor and sense of wisdom.My senses went numb knowing that such beasts are living and living with pride..  Every time I listen to such episodes my soul squeals to geld such fiends to the same hawk and buzzard they put women into.

SHE IS A TRUE MARDAANI . She inspired me to never avoid a single abuse. STOP it on the first step..Raise your voice so much so that even the deaf can hear..

P.S I don’t have her pic right now with me.

 

Hindustani har bolo ke munh hamne suni kahani hai

Khoob ladi mardaani wo to “MARDAANI ” wali RANI  hai…..

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