Saturday, November 26, 2011

I say NO...

I dreamt of living. I dreamt of loving and being loved, by my mother, father and elder brother. I was sure my mother would be my best friend, in spite of the hundered thousand friends I would make at school and college. I was positive my father would be my man, till my last breath, in spite of having a boyfriend at college and a husband later on. I was dead sure my brother would take care of me, like I was a part of him. I was, wasn’t I?

It was few days back that my mother and father showed each other how much they loved each other. They held hands, kissed each other, caressed each other and woke up the next morning to a bright, sunny morning. My father, in spite of the slow and caring movements the night before, was in a hurry to get to work. And my mother, still on bed just looked at him with the same loving eyes with which she had looked at my father the night before.

Days passed by, and one fine morning my mother was not feeling well. She felt dizzy and sick, and ran to the bathroom. She had the doubts, but she wanted to be sure and surprise my father once she was certain. She met the doctor, the same doctor who had told her about my brother for the first time. My mother was thrilled beyond words. She ran home, to an empty home, to make it the happiest home with the glad news once it was full. My brother came back from school, and was surprised when my mother let him go out to play in spite of not completing the homework. After all, she was too busy waiting to announce my arrival. My dad came home, a little bit early. May be God had had enough of making my mother wait. At the dinner table, Papa asked Mother how the day was. She said she was not feeling well in the morning and had to go to the doctor. My father, shocked, dropped his fork and went to her side covering her in his shoulders and asked her if everything was ok and why she hadn’t told him earlier. She looked at him, and then to my brother, and then to the only empty chair around the table and announced, “I guess the fourth chair is going to be occupied soon”! My father looked at her with wide open eyes and my brother ran to hug her. I guess my brother understood it a lot faster than Papa himself!
Since the doctor knew Mother and Father earlier, they had asked for my gender, so that they could think of names. And the happy doctor pronounced it to be a girl! My parents came back home, happy, only to be told brainwashed by my Grandmother to abort the baby, since it was a girl. My mother was devastated and heart-broken, but her cries fell on deaf ears. Father tried to convince Granny and tell her that I would be the sweetest baby, be it a girl or boy. But those too fell on to deaf ears.  

And then, they killed me!

I dreamt of living. I dreamt of loving and being loved, by my mother, father and elder brother. I was sure my mother would be my best friend, in spite of the hundered thousand friends I would make at school and college. I was positive my father would be my man, till my last breath, in spite of having a boyfriend at college and a husband later on. I was dead sure my brother would take care of me, like I was a part of him. But they remain to be just dreams!
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This baby had an urge to live and face the obstacles of life with the help of her family. But her Granny put them all to rest in a minute. Female feticide still prevails in several parts of India, and it is high time it is stopped. Everyone has the right to live and we have no right to go against this right!

14 comments:

Red Handed said...

Tch Tch the society!!!
Female foeticide should never be promoted and all the doctors who help in finding the gender of the foetus should be prohibited from practisin the occupation of doctor anymore.
Even baby girls are murdered soon after birth. This is grave injustice. But all this happens behind closed doors and we never come to know of it.

Viya ;) said...

:|

The life-a-holic said...

@Red: Very true!! Doctors are supposed to be angels who help rescue our lives!

@Vi: ???

Confused Soul said...

I thoguth this was about you, till I later realised the scene.. And why do doc's support this.. when will the attitude of the society de.. jo janam de wo maa, but jisko janam de agar ladki toh paap? What crap!

The life-a-holic said...

@Shreya: I hope it dies soon!!

Viya ;) said...

oh no!! the other comment dint come?? :|
damn!! :(

The life-a-holic said...

@Vi: No it didn't come! Post it once more :(!!

Sujatha Sathya said...

oh! i too thought this was your story till i came to the "they killed me". it was such a sweet & loving narration till then

true, female infanticide is the worst thing & must be stopped. hope there is more awareness towards it

suvaiba said...

dear life-a-holic,
you made me speechless until i came across the climax i thought it was your story .
i hope we change the world together.
<3 and thanks for that sweet comment
PS- following u..!

Writing Bee said...

@Sujatha Di: I am really sorry if I disappointed you! And I really didn't think it would sound like my story, even when I was writing it! But yes, it is something that has been disturbing me for some time so thought I should do my part and make people aware of it!

@Suvaiba: Welcome dear :)!! And yes, I really hope we can all, together, make a difference to the lives of those babies!! *hugs*

Saru Singhal said...

Why on earth people do that? You know only one of my friends have daughter. There will be dearth of females in the years to come.

Writing Bee said...

@Saru Di: There definitely will be a dearth in females! I was studying recently that one reason for one man to marry many women was because there were more women! All I could do was laugh!

Deepsi said...

Very important topic very well written, I liked your post!!

Writing Bee said...

@Deepsi: Thank you very much!