My Dear Blog...
I am a Guy, and I should not cry. But, then, I too have a heart that melts and I also have parents and siblings. Our Hearts Beat for each other. A girl can cry with a right to do so. Where as a guy like me is at times unable to talk even. And hence I am confessing it to you.
You too are doing a fine job for me and my victim brothers, You are my anti-depressiant. Somedays back You got me connected to another victim of 498A misuse. And I read his story, he has loved his wife so madly but in turn has been harrassed. The guy was at his wits end. He had to go to jail for no reason. Just because the girl was angry on certain differences and went to the police with some vengence and lies, and they put Sections 498A and later 406 and him and his family.
When I read his pain, and his attitude towards marriage, I thought I was reading my story. I counseled him and he was already feeling better to talk to someone sailing in a same boat. The difference was he was already 498A-ed. I was feeling happy that both of us (You(blog) and me) are able to help someone. Like other brothers of ours. It was already 40 mins of talk but he wanted to go on, I know why.
But after sometime came my breaking point. I got a call on my cell from Victims father. His tone explained his helplessness. His words spelled anxiety and insecurity. And I thought I was talking to my dad. I thought I was on verge of tears, but I realised that my eyes were already brimming. I was travelling in the train. People noticed my state and I quickly cut the talk short by telling that I cannot hear him as the network was weak. Later in the evening We spoke to each other (that is sometime back) and I could not advise him properly as I too got touched with his helplessness and again wanted to cut short, they were all confused as they too loved the D-I-L but she gave trouble, and closed all the doors for herself. I had to give him someone else's number to avoid me breaking down.
Now I am writing this to you Dear Blog, while I take this liberty for bursting out because my heart beats for my old parents of my country who are unnecessarily charged. Right now, My dad is watching me being touched and is just telling me by that helpless look that
Son, thing will be fine with all of us, I hope you are fine do not worryWe can't even hug Its all such a guy thing. And so is my mom telling me with her ever smiling face that hides her pain. (Who never even opened her mouth when my X used to stare and bark at her) She reminds me of Jesus and Lord Mahavir who had forgiven the cruisifies and pain givers with compassion.
about me and mummy. We are okay, if you are.
She says that they are doing their noble jobs by testing us and pouring atrocities on us in troubled times, thus helping us wipe our bad karmas. So you keep on doing your good job with compassion.
I May have Bursted out, but I am not Broken Down,
Trust God, Trust Time.
With My Chin Up.