Nothing rest above self respect...

An open letter to Ammu urf Amrita....

Dear Ammu, 
The day I saw poster of movie Thapad...I longed for watching it. But there were many who discouraged me of watching. They titled it as lame and away from real life. Spectators called it pseudofeminism but today when I watched it on my 6*3inch screen of mobile I was happy that it was worth watching. From your effort I learned minor but salient lesson. In first hour of movie I made a clear picture of you being an ordinary Indian woman who have their first religion as family. You enjoyed working for your hubby, nursing mother in law and Ya like typical woman decorating house. Later it was also disclosed that you were passionate lover of dancing but gradually like setting sun you forgot or we can say killed your dreams and passion which is normal in our country for 80 percent of married ladies. Like all you to got Merrily indulged in housemaking.your priority changed with change of your house. You only felt fragrance of happiness in your family.  Till that time actually you didn't had the idea that the boat which you were sailing was whether sailed by your heart or silly society norm.

That night when you were brimming with happiness and joy something unusual but usual happened which brought truth in front of you. That day slap on your face was not only shade of 5 fingers imprinted on your white cheeks but a loud alarm to wake you up from your long sleep.so that u can open your eyes on which maskara was applied to always impress your hubby which was not only meant for this but to see unfair all around that you have ignored by blindly sailing the boat on directions given by others. It was high time to find the answers of all never asked questions which you have caged somewhere deep in your heart.No I am not blaming you at all you would surely  have been taught by your mother to learn to bare and your mum would have learned from your granny. Like wise your mother in law even your own mommy tried to convince to let it go.. It's not a big deed. I clearly understood your heart dilema at that time instead of raising questions to your beloved husband everyone tried to emotionaly blackmailed you. You being sincere tried to give days and nights to cope up but you were unable to get back to normal. The way u said just a slap.... Nhi maar sakta it was like raising goosebumps. Ironically even when Netra a lawyer who fights for rights at court tried to convince you to take case back and being woman learn to adjust (or Hum aurto ko job kar rakhna padta ha..)Your reply to her made my heart beat faster ..all things which are stuck means they are broken and one sticks it temporarily not permanently.. Though on this  many would be blaming you for overreacting but I could feel the pain even when you said you no longer love him you saw lack of respect regarding you in his eyes. The only demand your was happiness and dignity but that night the result was clear that there was no respect for you. Your husband just loved his wife but not AMRITA, he needed u for self satisfaction. He explained this incident as just outrage of anger and nothing else. You were only craving for lost dignity and so your petition was for JUST A SLAP which was not his right. Your petion for me was symbol of courage for all ladies who faces even worst circumstances daily and in movie too petion marked to be strength for all ladies who were victims of daily problems and abuse. Movie was clear message for men dominating society to sensitized them regarding sacrifice made by women and their willpower for closing the most precious chapters of life which they have written since childhood.As you realised that blue was never your favorite color and always admired yellow. Actually you were caged between blue walls and  in childhood children dream to become many things and you too but housewife was never one of them. It was though late you realised but in time being you gathered courage to fly from suffocating blue walls.. Your ideology was simple that nothing rest above your self respect and happiness.... They are priceless... 
Thank you.... 

By-Gargi Mishra 😀😀