It was 2004. I
was studying in Assam University, Silchar. I was in a rented house at
Irongmara. Being a Muslim it was very tough to manage a rented house in the
said area. My friend Santu, suggested me to use my nickname ‘Suman’ to get a
house, I did so and got the room. The land lady was very affectionate.
Just few days
before the Durga Puja, my birthday was celebrated very auspiciously and most
interestingly as per the Hindu tradition. I wore Dhuti-Panjabi, my room was decorated according to the Hindu myth.
My classmates and friends attended the function and gifted me lots of books,
pens and show-pieces. They made the day immortal in my memory. My best friend
who decorated the room with flowers and colorful balloons, wore a cherry red
sharee. My land lady was passing comment “These two will be perfect couple!” We
were happy and smiled each other. We came to much closer during Durga Puja,
Mahalaya’s Prabhat Ferry was something exceptionally delighted to us.
One day
suddenly, I came back to Guwahati and never visited Assam University and
Irongmara. I lost every connection with my classmates and even with her too. We
had never been a couple!
Today, after 8
years, I find that this Durga Puja asked me some odd questions. What ff we were
really a couple? Would we have been a perfect couple or the worst one? Would it
be have been possible for me to refrain my self from religious affiliation?
Would it be possible to me to honour her religious identity? Or what would our
child’s religious inclination be? His/her surname? etc..
I know, great
thinkers like Dr. Ambedkar also advocated inter-caste marriage and feast to
combat untouchability and casteism in India. Many state governments have
initiated incentives for inter-caste marriage. After knowing all, this how my
mind dares to think such peculiar thought?
You may
summarily reject my negative thinking just throwing me to the hell of insanity,
conservatism and even religious fundamentalism. But you can’t undermine the
sufferings of a girl.
Again, with due
respect and apology to your secular setup, I would like to request you to
wetness my imaginary conflict in my mind-
Suppose, I was
in deep love with best friend, we were crazy for each other. We were ready to
renounce the world for each other. Friend, family, religion and even society
were not any big hurdle to our love. One day we got married as the provision of
special marriage Act. Her family boycotted her forever, her society imposed an
infinitive ban on her. I took her to our family. Though I was not sure, my
family accepted her! I felt proud (How liberal my family was!). Like a good
bride she was learning each and every practices of our family. Knowingly or
unknowingly I was ignoring all these process. Some times I thought there is
nothing wrong if she acquires all these and sometimes I felt guilty, perhaps
she thinks “Our marriage has come to grief because of you”. My mind was
dwelling like a pendulum. Socio-cultural obligation has bounded me severely, I
couldn’t stare at her. I do not want to rewind my memory to those romantic
days. I feel ashamed, I am forced to think “Have I made a mistake 8 years
back?”
Today, after 8
years, when she visits a Puja Mondap along with our little angel, I do not feel
happy. I head off towards the complaints of my family members. I diktat her not
to visit any Puja Mondap, but to enjoy Bakri Eid.
Yes, in my
imaginary battle, I was defeated by the norms of patriarchal society, I lost to
honor religious identity and most significantly, I lost to give a secular
identity to our child.
Thank God, we
have never been a couple. I wish she is happy as she was 8 years back. At the
same time, I salute all those who have saved their love from the aggression of
religion and norms of patriarchy society!
Abdul is a first year student of Social Work at TISS, Guwahati. This post was origanally posted on his blog here.
Abdul is a first year student of Social Work at TISS, Guwahati. This post was origanally posted on his blog here.
These are the personal opinions of the author and do not represent the fieldnotes editorial team or any other organization at TISS.
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