What kind of Society do we live in??

“University bans Jeans for Girls : What kind of a society do we live in ??? ”

It was the headlines of the Newspaper. Still a few days were left for CLAT and I was not interested in reading anything. And frankly it was a topic which inherently bored me. Before even starting, I knew what all it would have. The backwardness of the society, the status which girls should receive and the falling child sex ratio. All of this would have been there, waiting for me to say… I KNEW IT!!!

It was just another headline I had read and ignored without even giving a mild thought. Then something happened.

 

After the CLAT debacle, I was handed over some responsibilities. One of which was to fetch milk everyday from the nearby “Chatta”(A farm of sorts where milking is done in front of you, which makes you believe  that the milk you are getting  is fuckin pure. )  I have to fetch milk for a nearby house as well.

As you can guess it is located in a nearby village. Our Doodhwaala(Milkman) is some kind of a stud. He wears a “Raybhaen” Glasses and a smile on his face. Both of his children, a girl and a boy, go to school. I couldn’t help but make the “Not Bad Obama face” when I noticed her girl, about my age, wearing  Jeans. Now you can judge me as a pervert who is looking for a chick in the village. But it is a hardcore village. You can see women walking in the middle of the road with their face covered with their “Pallu” which makes you wonder “How does she know where is the way?? :\”. And when you see a girl wearing Jeans , it makes you wonder.

If a place like this allows their girls to wear Jeans, what the hell is the problem with the University??

Then it was the second day of my trip to the “Chatta”. I knocked the door of the “Nearby house” to get the bucket.  A girl peeped from the first floor,”Bhaiya nahi deinge,Mummy gaanv gain hain!”(Won’t give the bucket today, mom has gone out to her village.)

I again completed the walk to the  milkman. He somehow got to know that I am gonna do “Law”. He has been embarrassing me by calling me “Vakeel Baabu”.

“Vakeel Baabu,bitiya ko B.A. karwaa rahein hain. Bank Clerk pass kar liya hai usne.”(Vakeel Baabu, she is gonna do B.A. She has passed Bank Clerical examination). That is something for a village. Where a working women is still a think of Social taboo,I had to congratulate him for this.

After talking to him and eating his “Besan ke Laddoo” (His daughter had got a job, he will celebrate!!) I went home. I told my mom all about the day. I also told her that the girl did not give the bucket for milk.

“Oh,I forgot to tell that. She won’t give it for two days.”

“Why?? ” was my quick counter question. I am bored after CLAT. Everything interests me,now.

“That women doesn’t gives milk to her girls,that’s why!!”,was my moms reply.

“Why??”,this time I was really interested.

“Her son has gone with her, She has left her two daughters at home. She didn’t open the door,did she??”

“How did you know??” was my immediate query.

“Her house is locked from outside. They would cook and eat for two days in the house. That is how I know. ”

“Why??”

“She is getting married against her will.”

“What?? Wouldn’t she be just 17 or something??”

“She is 18 according to the ‘Certificate’. ”

“Huh…”..From this incident yesterday, I am in shock.Seriously,what kind of a society do we live in??