the britisher's left.. but slavery didnt!

These two days brought a flury of activities in my life… well,…other than the fact that I remained consumed as a true devotee to harry potter and the magical world that I quite forgot the muggle world I was living in! though it seemed tht I was in a different world all together but the mind can not reproduce the truth that the eyes see!

Since most of my Saturday went in finishing harry potter my next event was a friends parents wedding anniversary! Ill try explaing what I felt for the entire scenario!

Delhi is an unsafe place for a single girl to be traveling alone! Apparently there lurks evil monsters , in form of humans who may jump onto u, rape u, kill u, rob u… do a lot of unimaginable things… but in short harm u!

Here, ill let you know of another thing! I have a many times thought… what truly happens when a woman gets rapped.. y is it so hurting? Y do women go into such depressions and shocks, that recovering from it becomes like a physical pain! Is it so amongst women from all over the world!? Or in india.. is it the mental thought of getting rapped which kills the person like a poison! After all getting rapped is like having forced sex! Yes, with a lot of disgusting things to do! … actually ill be an immature to truly comment , as I have been on neither sides of the gates, sex or rape!

So, keeping that aside, since I had to attend this event as I had already given my commitment and the night had dawned along with its many evils… I was forbidden to go alone! Of course the matter was safety, so at 9 o clock from the house to travel I needed a companion! My so called companion for this moment became my father’s batman , ( who has been with the family for the past 8 months) and the name of whom I would keep forgetting! At 5 mins to 9 I “told” him to accompany me! and without giving a second thought o his plans or his commitments, he said yes!

We embarked our journey on the so called unsafe roads of delhi, while I did the driving, he sat idly looking around as we made little talk! I reached the destination after half an hour… the party was in a naval mess, a place for naval officers , and as I was getting out of the car, for the 1^st time I realized what I had done! Here I was at the age of 20, a student, who does not work, has no source of income, living a parasites life on her parents achievement, and here he was at the age of 25, a javan in the army, who had a salary , was more responsible… and here was the difference… when he said “ main yaha rahoonga”… I wonder if this was a statement, or a question!? Or it was a mixed of both! I felt so ashamed of myself as I could not think of a way to answer of him!

Why should he stay here…? Outside waiting for me? why cant I tell him to join me in the party above? And a chain of thought erupted in my mind! Even if I take him upstairs, I will immediately join my friends, leaving him alone in a company of people who will probably stare at him, wondering what is he doing here…would that be bad? Or him joining the group of drivers who were sitting chattering away in circle, were he would be welcomed easily … would he be more comfortable there? And it broke my heart to see myself doing the later… not because it was comfortable for him, but this was how we divided our selves…

This is how we divide people… this is how I made a person wait for me , for whom there was no profit, no advantage, who did a thing simply because I wished him to do, simply because it was to my convenience.

There he sat with his kind of crowd!? Or was it? This was a person from the army, he must have passed several tests of proving himself that he is a better man, physically as well as mentally to suit the nation, to protect the nation, and here I was placing him with the drivers of other vehicles! Even as I say it, here I m classifying the drivers also! Why! Is what I do not understand, do we agree to become slaves in our own country of people!

The Britishers went but the slavery didn’t!