September 16, 2017
Standing in the middle of enormous Stadium; holding the champions trophy in one hand while trying to clean the blood from her face, flowing from the little wounds of fight with other hand; surrounded by hundreds of journalist and cameras, waiting for her to reveal the secret of her success; her parents walking towards her from the corner of the stadium cutting through the crowd with wet eyes and broad smile, their faces glowing with happiness and heads held high with confidence; they reached her, gazed her for a while and hugged her tightly as if their whole world lies within her and then together they posed for camera.
The very next moment, television all around the world were flashing her name; her coach, her parents, her friends were interviewed; her journey was portrayed and was being showed to millions of people around the nation, social media started complementing the young girl and soon she was the new headline of the newspaper- “ Young girl made India proud”; entire city was filled with her posters and hoardings; relatives and friends gathered to congratulate her; advertising companies began approaching her to promote their products; the State and National government rewarded her talent, local authorities organized felicitation ceremony to praise her efforts and in no time an ordinary sportswomen became the pride of nation. Thousands of people were inspired by her; her parents- they were feeling fortunate enough to have a daughter like her and she was on another journey to make her parents and nation even more proud.
BUT WHAT SHE WAS UNAWARE OF WAS NOT LESS THAN A NIGHTMARE BECAUSE WHAT SHE WAS REGARDING NORMAL WAS SOMETHING CONSIDERED GOOF BY OUR SO-CALLED SOCIETY, WHAT SHE THOUGHT WAS JUST PART OF EXISTENCE WAS RECKONED AS A SIGN OF WOMEN’S PURITY. HOWEVER, SOON SHE REALIZED THE DOUBLE STANDARD OF THIS NOT-SO-HOLY-SOCIETY.
She was married to a young, dashing, handsome boy who was working as a software engineer in one of the multinational company. He was the topper of his batch and had grabbed the job when the company visited the campus for placement. He was earning 1.45 Crore per annum; owned his own house and a car. He was brilliant in his job and was more successful as compare to other guys of his age and so everyone thought that they will form the perfect couple, but reality was contradicting.
HE TOOK HER FACE IN HIS HANDS AND DELIVERED CHILLS DOWN HER SPINES; BROUGHT HER CLOSER AND GENTLY KISSED HER FOREHEAD; SOON THEY WERE CARESSING EACH OTHER, CUDDLING, SNUGGLING AND SMOOCHING, BEFORE THEY WERE DROWNED IN EACH OTHER’S SOUL.
It was the first night and she was excited as well as scared at very same time. She entered the room holding glass of milk in her hands where her husband was already waiting for her. Her eyes were fixed on the ground, she was blushing like anything, she crawled towards him counting to each and every step; she was shivering inside- her poking hair was the proof. She reached him, gave him a bright smile and handed him the glass of milk. She sat behind him on the bed covered with plain white bed sheet and adorned with rose petals. He finished the glass of milk, kept it on the table beside the bed and gazed her, like a child admiring the moon. He took her face in his hands and delivered chills down her spine; brought her closer and gently kissed her forehead; soon they were caressing each other, cuddling, snuggling and smooching, before they were drowned in each other’s soul. She felt strong and competed in his arms but was still unaware of what was coming ahead.
They sleep together and time slipped like sand and was stuck, when she opened her eyes hearing her husband yelling at the top of his voice. He was abusing her while pointing at the same white bed sheet they made love on; the very last night. I didn’t took her much time to realize what was happening but still she stood up to hear a valid reason indeed.
What happened? Why you are shouting —She enquired
You are asking me, what has happened? Don’t you know the sin you have committed? -He replied
Sin? —She confirmed
Yes, Sin! —He yelled while pointing at the white bed sheet.
Will you please speak up clearly —says she said getting restless
where are the blood stains? —He asked
Blood stains?? What are you talking about dear —she replied trying to calm him.
Such a whore you are!! —He exclaimed while angrily throwing the bed sheet on her face. You aren’t virgin, you had sex before marriage and you’re acting like a puppy —he added.
Before she could even speak a word to defend herself he shouted again— you are a whore. How dare you cheat me? Is this what your parents taught you? Aren’t you feeling ashamed bitch?
IT IS THE DOUBLE STANDARD OF OUR SOCIETY THAT TREATS LIKE GOD AND FEMALE WHO BEAR THEM AS THEIR SLAVES. IT IS OF A SOCIETY THAT HAS ALWAYS QUESTION THE PURITY OF WOMAN; THEN LET IT BE GODDESS SITA OR THIS GIRL IN MY NARRATION; EVERY GIRL IS ASKED TO PROVE HER PURITY.
She left his home without uttering a single word further, for she knew there was no point in explaining a man who was blindfolded by the ill-thought of not-so-holy-society. She knew it was worthless to explain a man that bloodstains on bed sheet isn’t a measure to judge one’s character. She knew it was worthless to explain a man who believed the society’s regulation of judging a girl, rather believing the truth that was clearly reflecting in her eyes. And in my opinion it wasn’t the fault of man alone that he questioned his wife’s character. It was the society on whole, who made such ill-laws. It is our society who demands a girl to come with the seal on her vagina; it is our society that needs a girl to prove her purity on the white bed sheet; it is our society that burns out if a girl go against the pre-set rules but remains unaffected in case of men. It is the double standard of our society that treatment like God and female who bear them as their slaves. It is of a society that has always question the purity of woman; then let it be Goddess Sita or this girl in my narration; every girl is asked to prove her purity.
The girl was a boxer. Her hymen was torn during the intense workout she did to achieve her goals, to make her parents and nation proud. But rather understanding the fact, he preferred to remain blindfolded and trust the so-called society. Because what our chauvinism society has failed to understand is that -hymen is just a membrane that partially covers the external vaginal opening and not a criterion to judge a girl upon. It not always rips or tears the first time a female engages in penetrative intercourse, it can also stretch or tear as a result of some disease, injury, medical examination or physical exercise. But we retarder minded people remain stick to our stupid, retarded mentality and blame those who even leave their home for us.
VIRGINITY HAS NOTHING TO DO WITH PURITY. PURITY IS MUCH MORE THAN BLOOD STAIN ON WHITE BED SHEET. PURITY IS STATE OF HEART AND NATURE OF ONES THOUGHT.
And for a while consider she had sex with someone before marriage. So does that mean she is characterless? Does that give someone the right to abuse her? If someone was to ask me these then I would have replied with a no -a big NO. It may be possible that the one, she slept with what someone she loved and trusted, he might be one she thought of spending her whole life with, he might be one who promised her everything she ever dreamed of but dumped her at the end. He might be one of the men like you who used her for some moments of fun and later left her sobbing in pain. He might be one who broke her trust and dreams. He might be one, she never imagine he could ever be. But this very fact doesn’t mean that she have to live her whole life in guilt, that doesn’t mean that she had lost her right to live with pride, it doesn’t mean she is slut or whore, it doesn’t mean she cheated on you. It only reflects that she didn’t want her past to affect her present and the coming future. It only means that she had made herself believe that not all men are same, that she has trusted you now, and expect the same from you. So dear man out there next time before you raise finger on her character and prove her that all men are same at least for once try to understand her state. There is a probability that you will cherish a gem by just disregarding the so-called rules of society.
So my dear society believe me, virginity has nothing to do with purity. Purity is much more than blood stain on white bed sheet. Purity is state of heart and nature of ones thought; Purity is what you do when no one is watching; purity is when a child hold your finger with his whole hand and laugh looking at you; Purity is standing with your arms wide open and feeling water droplets flowing down the body; purity is talking your heart out without hesitation; purity is looking right into other’s eyes an understanding things without giving a tongue to words- but purity is never just about VIRGINITY.
So next time before you judge a girl’s character, call her a slut, a whore or a bitch on the basis of her virginity, pause for a while; think about the possible reasons for it, talk to her about it. And I’m pretty sure you won’t regret doing it. I’m sure you’ll understand her state and how difficult it was for her to overcome that instant. I’m sure that you will accept her for what she is. So trust a girl, trust her dreams, trust her thoughts because there is lot more in a girl than the bloody damn virginity.