Darkness of Society (1)

This is a story of a social set up that had always been cutting short the freedom of womenhood.

The idea of blogging is to provoke our idealogies and rethink our dimensions of a social life.

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It should be summer, yet the friday set the clouds to umbrella my temple town from the shines of the sun. Missing the small drizzles over the gently shaking river, my good mumma and I, however made up our minds to enjoy the holiday occassion at my grandma's place. Mrs. Pooja, my mother begins to rush us to grab all our good clothes, and she just looks like the railway coal engine, just ready and wanna start off the station.

For some reason, those days had heavy regulations on daughter-in-laws, and visiting to their own mother's place is considered nothing less than a sin among the relatives, and nothing below equal to 1st order crime by the family hierarchy. Being the order of the society, Mrs. Pooja always await the summer holidays, undoubtedly, my good mom, just tries to rush the winters and the harvest festivals. I think, Mrs. Pooja always knows, with a large pleading and greater difficulties, shez gonna get a counted permission of 'a week break' from various hierarchy of the family. I should excuse myself that her husband somehow could not be 'allowed' to be part of the sanction & approval process. Though a holiday of just 7 days of 365 days, 'sanctioned', yet all faces around would envy and be just black enough that the whole of the earth can disappear and be unseen in the darkness.

For Mrs. pooja, the walk was coarse, the bushes around changed dark from their greens, the cows always made much noise and the sun could never smile, still she had her true smiles with all the innocences within it and a smile seen only by her children.

This was one part of society. "Some people" say always listen to parents, always listen to in-laws. Many marriage are done with the concent of parents, 'only' parents. Mrs. Pooja's marriage was no different from the 'so-called' custom arranged, traditional wedding. To what i know, Mr. Goglay, was very brave and a hard working gentleman, my grandfather and Mrs. Pooja's father. When i sit in silence, looking deep into the seas, its silence always speak to my hears, "his own society gave no chance to see his daughter, Mrs. Pooja's married life as happy as it should be and he died brittle and broken without ever voicing for Mrs. Pooja, his daughter".

When these silence speaks, even the sounds of heart beats seems to go silent. The whole purpose of Subramaniya Bharathi has gone unseen by the society and the womenhood had been betrayed.