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My sister-in-law said she cried while reading it. As for me I went through a whole range of emotions while going through Khaled Hosseini’s A Thousand Splendid Suns’ (Thank you Maddy for the gift). At one point I was even laughing myself silly, in total disbelief too, where the religious leaders find the ‘bare’ long legs of the flamingos in a painting to be obscene. They want the painter (who is jailed for his crime of painting it) to cover up its legs decently. I mean what the heck! I thought the Creator would be spared by such people. But here even the Creator is being questioned for his wisdom in creating birds with long uncovered legs!!

Though I laughed and felt like crying too, the emotion that surfaced throughout while following the lives of Mariam, Laila and little Aziza (Yes, I think Aziza deserves mention too. For me the three are inseparable) through thirty years of Afghan history, was predominantly of rage. Rage at the way women are treated. How can anyone do this to fellow humans?? And for what, for being a woman?? Is that the crime, being born a woman??!!

I am so much better off, I thought. I have freedom. Freedom is what I value most. Here in India, I can comport myself the way I like. I can dress the way I like. I can eat and drink what I like. I can speak to whosoever I like. I can go out with a man friend. I can laugh out loud. I can disagree openly with my father/brother/husband or son if I differ in my views. I can choose a profession I like. I can come home late if I so wish. I can dance. Aren’t I lucky??

Or so I thought till I heard of the culture-vultures, the goons who wanted to take control of women’s lives. No skimpy clothes, they say. No drinking, they say. No dancing or men-friends either. Western culture spoiling youth, they say. And then, to get their point across they beat up women and then publicly (and proudly) claim responsibility. What b***** culture is that we are speaking of here that the West has to take the trouble of spoiling it, I ask. In fact I would ask the West to protect itself from this ‘great’ culture of ours.

Do we want them also to worship women in temples as Goddesses and then ogle and grope her in crowded buses, roads, fairs, temples (yes even in temples where the ‘traditionally’ attired women the devis are praying for their men!!) and anywhere and everywhere??!! A culture that does not have the guts to stand up to the real ills of the society but finds soft targets to beat up like girls in a pub??!! A culture that endorses the attack on the girls saying this is teaching them a lesson??!! A culture that will not give equal rights to women to lead their own lives in the manner they wish??!!

I am simply amazed that my countrymen cannot look within themselves and see the illness that pervades. Sad that they don’t understand that ‘culture is not something that is static. What we call our culture is an amalgamation. It has embraced with open arms from those cultures it has come in contact with along the way while giving of itself too. So which ‘culture’ are these ‘hooligans’ speaking of?? A shame, that they don’t understand its dynamic nature. A pity that they cannot accept that inevitable thing called CHANGE! Angry, that the cowards that they are, they resort to violence against women to ‘preserve’ culture. What they don’t realize, ‘You cannot ‘preserve’ culture even if you pickle it.’

I wonder that I thought myself free at all. Am I really?? Can I go out in a dress I find comfortable wearing?? Can I choose a drink of my choice without looking over my shoulder for goons ready to pounce on me?? Can I go where I like (be it a pub or bar, who are you to question??), without the self-styled moralists beating me up and molesting me for being there?? Can I talk to a male friend in the comfort of a home or restaurant without culture vultures questioning my morality?? Is it my choice be the choice right or wrong?? And what the hell makes them think that they have the right to make the choices for me??! Is it my life at all??

In my mind’s eye I see a crowd of Mariams, Lailas and Azizas that they are bent on creating. Inexorable rage fills me.