Now that the whole charade of drama regarding Leslee Udwin’s documentary, India’s daughter, has ended, with all the usual suspects playing their parts, with the script unfolding with its share of turns and trite dialogues, let us look back at all the ridiculousness that had happened with the release of the documentary(this post is a review of that drama, if you will).
I recently watched, one of the most painful video on youtube, shared on my news feed. The first time I watched it, I had to stop it after the goon slapped and kicked the girl like a street dog. Then after a few days it reappeared on my feed and I decided not to hide behind my selective blindness which makes me see only the feel-good things about my country. I made myself watch the full video-a sample of the ugliness lurking in my great India. After the end of the video my eyes welled up, my blood boiled and I felt helpless.
Monologue of a great Indian litterbug:
“For God’s sake, please let us pee in peace!
When me and my brother were in school, every year during summer holidays, our parents used to take us to visit our favourite place-our Grandparent’s house. It was located in a beautiful village along the Godavari river delta with lush greenery and warm people.
Kamala had been the apple of her parents’ eyes, since her birth. She grew up in a very warm environment under the care of her loving parents.
From the day, Kamala opened her eyes for the first time in this bright and beautiful world, her father’s luck changed. On the day of Kamala’s birth, her father was not at the hospital, which he regrets to this day. But on that day he successfully negotiated a business deal which changed his fate forever. Whatever business he did in his daughter’s name, it turned out to be successful. Her family believed that Lakshmi, the Goddess of wealth and fortune, herself was born in their house, so they named the baby girl Kamala which means lotus in Sanskrit, it is another name for Goddess Lakshmi.
She travelled on dark roads
She listened to many whispers
She journeyed with strangers
She stayed in obscure inns
Now Rosie is finally back home.
Rosie as a little girl grew up without a care in the world. She was always joyful and was a treat for others around her. She was the cynosure of the eyes for her parents who loved her with all their hearts.
The construct of a an ideal good girl differs from culture to culture. Each culture has their unique conception and norms about how a good girl ought to be and behave. For example: An Arab might think of a girl driving her car is bad and so deserves punishment. Recently in Iran a girl was arrested for attending a men’s volleyball match. Such seemingly irrational norms(for outsiders) are present in all countries and cultures. Mormons in USA discourage a women to work outside the house, Indian Khap Panchayats ban jeans and mobile phones for girls lest they turn them in to bad girls!