Marriages, they say, are made in heaven. Maybe. But bones are broken on Earth. Especially so when its the small matter of cross-community matrimony.
For some strange reason ever since I've groped my way through to MICA, I've run into countless instances of cross-community love waiting to be metamorphed into wedlock. Apart from the classic forbidden case of Hindu-Muslim love, I've been exposed to Hindu-Christian and Hindu-Sikh bonding. In all these five cases, parental and communal pressure works overtime to prevent what would ordinarily be the simple act of two individuals coming together. So much so that one of the weaker-minded lovers ended up consuming poison, not dying and lying in hospital with more sh*t coming her way. In another case, plans are underfoot to quietly elope, and leave their poor parents to suffer the ignominy of social backlash and ridicule. In all cases, the couples concerned are perennially in a state of depression borne from incessant brainstorming for a way out of the abyss they find themselves in.
It's sad. If you aren't socially free to marry the person of your choice, how does the passing of laws to that effect by 542 louts sitting in a colonial relic called the Parliament help? It just ain't fair. But then, life's not fair.
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