Requiem for purity

It is a sad commentary on the way we, as parents, teachers and elders are bringing up our children. Despite all the hoopla about the progressive Indian- urban outlook, daughters are still expected to be submissive and tolerant to marital injustices (to the extent of becoming martyrs); while sons are brought up with the 'killer instinct.' The macho man of the Indian subcontinent does not hesitate to bludgeon his wife to death, or to derive sadistic pleasure in gang raping a defenseless victim, or to avenge the humiliation of being rejected by a woman he fancies, by throwing acid on her face or injecting her with HIV infected blood. We teach our boys never to take NO for an answer. So they, in later life, revel in acts of road rage, violence for fun and jilted lover's revenge — all indicative of the grossly poor upbringing of the future citizens of India.

Somewhere down the line, I hold myself responsible for the fate that befell Iffat (which means purity/chastity). She had been one of my best students at Loreto Convent, Lucknow, where I teach Physics. I remember her vividly as a very intelligent, humble and sincere girl, who was always ready to help others with a winsome smile. Apart from teaching my subject, I have always tried to instill in my students a love for the dignity of womanhood and for the sanctity of human life. Alas! I failed on both accounts. I failed to convey to Iffat that though tolerance is a virtue, it cannot upstage one's right to live. That enough is enough and the line of truce cannot be converted to battle lines. I failed to impart life-saving skills to her, which are so important to survive in this male dominated society.