India got independence in 1947. First women became prime minister in 1966. Mobile came in 1994. Its with tremendous rate the world have changed around us. Everything around us have shrunk of its original size. Mobile phones, Computers, Laptops and ladies wardrobe. If you see down the lane its with unimaginable speed this shrinkage has taken place. Few tried to resist it but they were subdued by the larger rest who wanted to keep it small. Its the generation of smaller volume. Just look back how our beautiful heroines from past had such nice bellies, voloptous figures and which was more than amazing was also a requirement for the industry. Slim girls didnt had their way those times. But it has changed. I am not saying its unfortunate or wrong I am just retrospecting. How we got infatuated with small. How our society changed this much nearly with no time lag. I want to present an exciting case study of much disputed topic “Relationship”.
I was born on 30th march 1990 and became clever enough till 2000. Any observation before this date is being extracted from sources and is not mine. But given the rapid transformation the society has taken around us I think I would not even need that data. Comparing 2000 with 2010 will be enough. I want to recall an incidence of 1998, 14 feb, when our family had a close door meeting just because they had spotted my cousin with a girl and flower in his hand. Should say she was beatiful, he managed a beautiful score, much to my surprise. There were mixed emotions. My aunt was really angry and my uncle was disappointed that he failed to give right teachings (‘Sanskaar’) to his boy. My mother took it as a warning and hence started beating me even for watching MTV (which in those days was put in same league as FTV and it was a taboo). My brother, who just lost his sweetheart, was the least distured. He told me later that he was all being casual about it. This event spread as an electric signal to all our distant relatives and my brother soon became subject of dinning table gossip. He later told me that he has just talked to her 3 times and had sent her only two letters (Gosh... How fast!!!!). So my brother attained the title of “LAFADEBAAJ”, “AWARA”, “CHAKKARBAJ”, ”LAFUT” etc. This was 1998.
Then came 2002, 14 Feb. I reached my home and banged the door, which was locked from inside. Till then it was a great day. I was so happy then. My mom opened the door and gave me a tight slap. I was on the ground with my lips bleeding. I was totally shocked, clueless of what had just happened. She then lifted me up pulling my hair and banged my head on wall. I was dead, rather wanted to be dead. My father shouted from inside, “Let him come inside”. I came to my father hoping for a respite but found him totally fine with my condition. I was horrified and mentally devastated. He told my mother to stop but mom didn’t oblige and kicked me hard in my stomach. I was on my all fours. Now the time had come when I was to be told by my parents about what they till now claim was biggest mistake of my life. So it was 14th Feb, Valentines Day, and my friend Rohit was , again in same manner as 1998, spotted with his angel with red rose. While he was romancing with her love he was thougt by his father to be with me for combine studies. He then called my father to know what I was doing only to be told that I was playing cricket with rohit (I was actually playing Playstation which again was not permitted in my home). He immideately concluded my involvement as a middleman in fixing them up and told my father his interpretation of situation. He warned my father of my tender age and ‘obscene’ stuff I might be involved in. This came as a shock in my family as they could figure out that I have idealized my much defamed cousin and would end up being “LAFADEBAAJ”. My bicycle was seized and my mom appointed home servant to keep an eye n me whenever, if any, I went outside. I was given food in my room and this exile for me continued for more than 3 months. Finally class 7th results were out and once again came out with bright colours. So I was punished and home arrested just for having comradery with a guy who was spotted with a girl with red rose on 14th of Feb. So this was 2002.
Now forwarding to 2010, my 3rd in BITS, world, at least for me seemed to be on complete different state/direction. I was sitting on a garden with my friend (male) and we were ashamed of having come here with each other. All the couples sitting there were staring at us and their eyes were barking “This place is not for gays...... Go find a girl for yourself and then come here”. Coming back to wing we find our wingies discussing about Bitsian girls. Interestingly, The girl who is now fixed up or what they say nowadays committed has seemed to replace seeta of ramayan and those who were still unpaired were look down as bitches who either had too pimples in their face or are too casual too take relationship seriously and thus frequently changed guys. Very few actually had biblical intentions. I was totally confused. And mind it I am talking about BITS PILANI, premier Engineering College in Pilani village, not St. Stefan’s or LSR of Delhi University. Now ladies seem to take proud of the fact that they were paired and have attached divine meanings to so called relationships. What earlier was AFFAIR or LAFADA has now become COMMITMENT and SERIOUS RELATIONSHIP. “Ditching”, “It didn’t work out well” etc have become so common and socially acceptable.
I still remember the beatings of my mom and have never even in my dreams fantasized the idea of pairing up. But what I have learnt is that you will have to change. I am totally fine with relationships when it comes to my friends or society at large (Though I don’t rate them any higher from guys and gals who are still in lookout for their mate). But still not sure how would I react if some day my own sister would have an affair (Though it’s totally imagination since I don’t have one). And people who fight for their human rights should have balls to come before the parents and frankly tell them that you have been seeing a girl whom you want to marry so fuck all your plans to marry me with your caste girl and better get used to all the shit I have brought upon you.
