Saturday, August 31, 2013

Asaram Bapu--a sick man or crazed by power?

Asaram Bapu's case of sexual molestation brings something else to mind. The responsibility of parents!

How many times in India have we heard of minor girls being molested by so called sadhus. Let me tell you a story of an extremely protective and self righteous mother, who staked her whole credo on her belief that  conservative upbringing was the key to a successful marriage for her daughters. In her quest for this she went to soothsayers and godmen who assured her that her daughters would be wed within their caste community fold to eligible young men of her choice.

She could return feeling blessed and satisfied at the performance of her parental duties.

And then she took herself and her daughter to yet another god man well considered in her larger family circle.

The " Asaram Bapu" code of conduct was repeated. The old man mauled the young girls breasts and more. The young girl was too frightened to tell her mother, and when she did, her mother said, hush hush, your matrimonial chances will diminish if a scandal breaks out--and who will believe us.

She bought her daughter's complicity with worldly wisdom--assuring her of a Good Match.
An upper middle class woman! How many like her have been silenced.

This young girl  from UP, and her braver parents have shown middle class India--that it should not be silenced.

Asram Bapu's conduct is just the tip of the iceberg! Were the young women of India to speak out there would be a deluge of complaints of sick godmen around--predators in saffron.

Besides what would a man of God want with worldly wealth of 8000 crores?

Seamus Heaney--the silencing of a poet laureate

Castalian Spring---courtesy Kenyon Review
by Seamus Heaney
Thunderface. Not Zeus's ire, but hers
Refusing entry, and mine mounting from it.
This one thing I had vowed: to drink the waters
Of the Castalian Spring, to arrogate
That much to myself and be the poet
Under the god Apollo's giddy cliff--
But the inner water sanctum was roped off
When we arrived. Well then, to hell with that,
And to hell with all who'd stop me, thunderface!
So up the steps then, into the sandstone grottoes,
The seeps and dreeps, the shallow pools, the mosses,
Come from beyond, and come far, with this useless
Anger draining away, on terraces
Where I bowed and mouthed in sweetness and defiance.