Mums' the word

Two days after the planet celebrated 'Mother's Day', DNA had a headline that made me throw up: 'Woman sells 12 year old daughter to pay off debts'.
Besides the initial feelings of disgust what rushed to my mind was this could be an Indian woman. In-sensitized to the almost daily flood of female infanticide and sexual assaults, Indian readers are emotionally anesthetized to headlines like this.

What shocked me was the news report. 
It described in detail, how the Australian mother sold her 12 year old daughter to over 100 men so that she could pay off her home loan and buy two luxury cars.
The law took its course and unlike in India where a case like this would have been sensationalized with masala mixed 'stories' will probably give the Mother, a life sentence.
What surprises me is the meticulous and completely heartless planning that went into this.

When the 41 year old mother decided to prostitute her daughter, what was she thinking?
Better sense and all that defines a woman had to take a backseat when she went on to rent a hotel room and bought 2 packs of condom and set the price of a 'session'.

She obviously isn't the first one and will definitely not be the last human that will shock and outrage our public consciousness. We will continue to have fathers who will rape and father their daughter's own children and mothers who will use their daughters and sons for economic and sexual gains.

Our world, a tiny pixel in the vast unexplored expanse of Universe, is home to amazing contrasts.
While we have such glowing examples of self sacrifice and unconditional love and emotional bonding, we also have monsters like this unnamed Mom.

Behind all the headlines, I would love to know how the mother justified her actions.
After the 'sale' was over, I am curious to know what the mother did when the daughter was 'back'?
What did the mother think when she bought the luxury cars for herself?

I wonder what the victim is going through?
What did the 12 year old girl think when she was being systematically raped for over 2 weeks? And worse still, that girl will live with devastating diseases she had no way to prevent.

What will she think about Mothers on Mother's Day?

In Proverbs 31, we see God's definition of a virtuous woman. Obviously, our mother here is an epic fail when it comes to virtue.
How could a parent who is supposed to be the guardians of their children, turn into Monsters that cannibalize on their children's lives.

I have had wonderful parents but have known a dear friend of mine whose mom allowed her husband to rape her.
What became of her is she turned out into this shell of a woman who lost all confidence in herself, became obsessed about getting approval on anything she did, could not hold down a job and struggled with trichotillomania.

We are not born monsters, but we loose sight of our divine goal.
It is said Man is the only creature on earth that can worry. With parents like these, is there any wonder why we don't enjoy eternal peace.

Greed begets Evil.
Or is it the other way around?
Either way, the real issue here is how an entire lifetime of a girl who probably didnt even know how human reproduction worked, has been damaged irreparably.

I have been a strong believer that chastity and virtue are 2 things that we have all the right to choose.
We might be living in poverty but we can still hold on to our chastity as our greatest treasure.

Prostitution, being the oldest profession in world has its greatest advocates and critics, but no logic any critic could conjure could defend a parent who allow their children's bodies to be used lecherous men or themselves.

As for this particular mother, she will probably spent the rest of her natural life behind bars and far away from the home and the cars that she paid for.
But we still fail to set a deterrent to future predators.
An oxymoron in itself, monster mothers and lecherous dads must be socially ostracized in the fullest extent.

Families should be the last place a child should feel threatened and insecure.

Its not about today, but about their tomorrows and the days after.

When will we be wake up from being politically right and just cut the crap?

Happy Mother's Day!

Writing the Block

Bang!! Writers Block.

Most of my readers ask me why I write on human emotions and relationships so often.
Made me sit and wonder why most of my posts are almost like an Alanis Morissette song.

Well, to each their own.
What matters in my life are the many relationships that I have shared with different kinds of people.
I have had the pleasure of knowing people who were angels on earth as well as the bitter after taste of being friends with pure evil.

Relationships matter to me. As much as a career would matter to some people.

I have actually spent a fortune on people that I loved. But I cannot live without love.
People that know me through the many years cannot hate me. I may have made the worst mistakes of my life (More than 3 mistakes!!) but my inner circle of friends and soul mates have stuck by me through the pits and crescendos of my life.
Its become so easy to sift out the chaff that all I really need to do is to wait for a couple of years and if that person sticks with me, then I would know that he/she is a keeper for life.

The last 8 years of my life have a rollercoaster of ugly relationships and happy moments. However, through all this, like the proverbial silver lining, I have come through all pretty much unscathed and a lot more wiser.

"But why rant about it??"

Well, because we are all love crazed fools waiting to get addicted. And like all addicts, we foolishly think that we are strong enough to "give up anytime we want".
Yeah right!

If all the love ballads and the Agony Aunt columns are any indication, humans will never realise that falling in love is fraught with danger. You think about it... That's it. You are gone!
Drama Queens, heart aches, jealous tantrums and 'If you love me, you will do this for me's is what you will need to brace yourself for.

So, when you say you are in a relationship, that is like admitting that you have the granade with the pin glued precariously to your thumb. One wrong move and you are misery.

I happen to experience almost first hand what happens when men become the Drama Queen.
A dear friend of mine had what I thought was the most deserving guy, but after months of dating and much love invested, she (my friend) realised that he was the human equivalent of a rodent bastard. It took a restraining order to keep him away.

We fail in love and being nice. The good ones are married and the bad ones are available. They come in those neat tetra packs with the flashy colors and great promise of healthy, happy life.

So while my latest writer's block sucked me dry, I had to sit still and bid my time.

But I am Back.
Almost with a thud. No. Not a thud, maybe a splash. A nice splash.
Invigorated.
Vitalised.

Relax folks.. Go easy. There's more of me to go around.