The western
lifestyle is a bad influence on our Indian civilization which is a
beautiful rose. A beautiful rose which is a combination of many petals,
where each petal is designed to stand for our supreme Indian culture, unique
belief, traditional values, societal norms and declared taboos. Our lifestyle
deserves to be called sacrosanct and anyone who transgresses our settled path
is an evil black cat. We have an invisible wall around our nation, higher than
the Great Wall of China that expels every western influence that attempts to
trespass our moral lines. In case they succeed in entering our domain and
affect our children, we continue to hold our guards up and declare our children
as unworthy of our love. We are the greatest society in the world.
Our daughters are our
own and their virginity belongs to us. It is her body, but it should be touched
under our approval. She does not have the right to violate her body and
violation it is because we as a society forbid sexual liberty. We have our
moral codes, that may be archaic with no strong basis, but they are still our
rules. Rigid and dominant rules.
So, she broke the rules
by letting a man touch her and liking the fact that he did. Love which as hard
it is to believe happens without giving any value to society, religion, status,
money or such important factors. We abhor such depravity, such lewdness. Sex is
sacrosanct, subject to a condition precedent known as the holy matrimony and
any violation of this supreme law is blasphemy. Love is unnecessary. Marriage
comes above sexual liberty and we do not believe in the freedom of a human
body.
We do love our
daughter’s, we really do. But it all
comes with an added responsibility of letting them know that they are not
anything like the boys. That their actions can bring shame, condemnation and disgrace. That they are like a piece of paper while the boys are
needles. The paper will be the one to be torn, forever. But what if she wanted
the man to touch her, well, that is just unacceptable. Her body belongs to her
family, the society, the religion she blindly follows because we say so and God
who is omnipresent only so that he can judge her for her sexual activities.
It is funny how much
guilt a woman feels when she thinks dirty. Forget thinking dirty, it is funnier
when you realize that you feel guilty even when you hold hands with someone you
like. Holding his hand while walking on an empty road and suddenly letting go
on seeing as much as a random tea stall. That is how it is and that is what we
are shaped into.
All I am saying is raise
your daughters in a way that makes them love their own body. Teach them that
they hold the leash of their own destiny and that their decisions should always
be there own. Let them know that their virginity belongs to them and if they
want to save it till after marriage, it should be their own little divine
choice. Tell her that her sexuality doesn’t belong to the society and that her body is her own.
But do ask her to make
sure that her choices never make her regret. Now that you have done so, leave
her alone.
P.S- Judge yourself not
me for the thoughts you had about me after reading this little piece. J


