In name of Honor

Today morning in the news paper I read about the killing of one of the journalist in Delhi. Previously it was assumed to be a suicide as she was found hanging in her own house. But when police tried to uncover the story they came to know that this was actually a murder. The culprit behind this was her own parents. The journalist actually had an affair with one of her batch mate in college and wanted to marry him. She was also supposedly pregnant with his child. But the guy was from a lower caste and so her parents were not agreeing to this marriage. The parents however argued that they had to protect their honor. This brutal and sad story made me think what could be the state of the mind of a father doing such a thing. Tried to pen down the dialog, that maybe the father would have wanted to say.

My Gurl, My Gurl

How do you do?

I know there were less troubles

The time when you grew

I gave you all the teaching

A wise man could prove

But the things that you did

Were very gruesome and untrue

Outside in the world

You started bringing your own cues

You questioned the rituals

And other people’s purview

The shape of the society

You started to askew

You actions left me scattered

With only consequences left for review

So I have to sit down

And question my own virtue

For all the things I did

Now hovers like a taboo

Everyone questions me

And think I am your lieu

Hence I have to do something

For my own rescue

Your shameful deeds

Had to be outdoed

I never wanted to but

Options with me were very few

I had to protect my Honor

For that I don’t rue

Old will always be there

There is really no place for the new