The Courtroom – Based on True Story

This is a family court. This place is absolutely moron on top of it mostly people seen are in black and white which very much remind me of Black & White TV of old times. The only lively person I can see here is The Judge Mr. Goel. He seems to be lenient, who quite often crack jokes which lightens the whole atmosphere altogether. His humor is commendable. Besides, a person is dedicated to call and yell the names of the people present like; so and so versus so and so.

This is the place people come only when they have to get rid of the Institute called marriage. I am also one of them. Yeah, you got me right I am one of them. To tell why, I need to go in flashback. Here we go.. I also want to get rid of my marriage which happened on 4^th day of February in the year 2001. Marriage, which I always wanted to work. I want to get rid of it because it is rotten now and it smells foul for all the reasons. Marriage happened very much lawfully. But soon it turned to be a disaster, a hurricane. Everything happened as per the Hindu rituals. Pandit read verses, I hope they read all correct. Though everything happened in the manner in which it was supposed to happen but still it didn’t work. Before marriage in fact horoscopes were matched as it happen normally. You believe it or not 32 out of 36 features matched, but still it didn’t work because it was not meant to work. Little did I know that the horoscope of other party was fake, meaning it was fabricated. Now I realized something which was not meant to happen, was happened already. Hence by now this marriage became a raft which might or might not sail, it will completely and plainly depend on the atmosphere. Well, jokes apart, then started thrashing and whipping which were unbearable at such a tender age when you had beautiful dream or say illusion about life after marriage, but I could see all my dreams shattered and in me left nothing.

I could understand one thing that this is not my cup of tea indeed. However, I was sipping it and the more I sipped the more it was poisonous. Anyways the matter of fact was it didn’t work. It was hard to relate anything. After every trashing I used to find out the cause or wanted to figure out why on earth this happened with me. Then there came an angel in life I called her ‘frooti’. She was as soft as feather as shining as star and with angel came hopes. Perhaps fatherhood will change everything but no it didn’t work. But all the soon all hopes vanished, thrashing got hardest and boldest by now. Because he started assuming now going backing for me is least as new pressure has come, pressure of new born… May be my mistake, it was me who gave him rights to thrash me like an animal. Perhaps it would have never happened if I had given him back the very first time I got it. But now things were worst, beyond amendment, beyond any emotional or physical repair but I was bold enough or may be idiot to continue the relation for the sake of family, for the sake of my daughter or for the sake of the society, the society which never cared for me ever since I was married but society was also a major concern as my sister was not married and parents were looking for some good alliance for her during that even after having so many concerns for everything except myself, it didn’t work. I was getting miserable with every thrash. And then came the day, however I don’t remember the date of that day when I took the most bold and historical decision but the most important was, took the decision, I took the stand, I could understand my own value, I could realize I am important before any relation or before anything else on this earth. I broke this news to my family it was like an explosion for my very societal mom. This time also she tried to talk to me and convince me to continue the relation but this time I was no more the same old version of me. I was changed; I was hard like rock, sharp like blade. Enough is enough that’s all I said and nothing and for past eleven years I am on my own stick to my that decision taken that day. For why it couldn’t work different people had different set of theories. However, theory can be any or many, how does it matter now. The hard core fact was it didn’t work because it was not meant to be. 

So this is why I am here sitting in this gloomy room and waiting for my turn…..

I filed case only eight months back, do you wonder why so late because now I realized I don’t even want a tag of a married woman anymore. I am complete and I DO NOT need other person to complete me for that matter.

The only arrangement I like here is of Mr. Judge’s sitting arrangement. He has a special area to sit, you might have seen in movies too. A huge wooden platform, big table, High chair I call it high chair because the size of the chair is comparatively bigger than any other ordinary chair. Also, it has huge long back so I thought to call it a high chair. Sometimes it looks, he is a king of this estate and we all are his progeny and we have to abide by to what he says or what he decides for us.

It is the 23^rd day of March of the year 2017, I am here once again. This has become a ritual of my life. I, religiously attend all my court dates. I reach here sharp on time sometimes before time. In no case I am going to miss any of court date. To wait for your turn it’s like waiting in some hospital for your turn to come and you have to be patient altogether no matter how hard you hate to wait…..

The boy who calls out name of parties is busy calling and yelling their names, sometimes it seems chaotic and sometimes very dull… This his daily routine, only names change date wise otherwise every other thing remains same… it is the pattern and they are now habitual..

It looks absurd to me; I wonder why on earth one has to beg for her/ his own freedom. Why do I need a paper to set me free, when I was born to live free? Why am I supposed to stray in this marriage where there is no scope,. Why am I supposed to live with a man who treated me like an animal even worse, all those years. Those only years are more than enough to haunt and scare one throughout remaining life.. But I know it is still not over, there is still something pending..  I even wonder how in few hearings someone find what was wrong in the whole thing and on that base he will decide and impose the decision on me and I will have no choice except to abide by his words.

If at all I get a chance or if I will be ever asked, I plainly would say ‘I have all the rights to live free, free from all the ill treatment, free from ill mindset, free from thrashes. What else would I ever want except to be set free from all the negativity, free from one mistake that we named marriage. And this is all going on in my head while sitting in this court room, yearning to have my very own freedom, my own individual separate entity…. My own individuality