(based on a news in todays Paper)
(COMMENTS: abrupt, and aimless.. focus)
Mudassara is a small dark-skinned girl of average looks. She is the quiet kind, and wears the invisibility hat; except, she knows of its curse. On a fine spring morning, she can stand with five other girls and never get noticed.
life moves in fast forward for mudassara-like characters in stories like this one. there isnt any time to write about the trivialities like the social injustice, mental and phycical torture, and the yearnings and longings of mudassara-likes. noone reads that... its a cheap trick to force readers to sympathize with the main character of the story (if u can call mudussara-likes to be the main charactre). Sad attempts by the writer to keep readers interested and profit. Especially true for those with limited ability with words and sounds. So, getting back to our story....
At age 20, Mudassara is married to Inayat, who's 36, alreay married and without a child. This arrangement is favourable to all parties involved. Her father, Akbar, finds it convinient for not not having to pay any dowry and thats one shit-load off of his back. Inayat is hoping that his new wife will bear him a child, something his first wife failed to do. Samkara, the first wife, is apparently not pleased with this sit-too-a-sun, but she gets the chance to show her true evil colors which might have gone unnoticed by the readers if such a well-crafted arrangment was missing in the story. And then there's Mudassara her self.... but what more can a girl want then a husband that feeds and provides shelter. She must be the envy of all the other smaller, darker-skinned, village girls, with average-er looks and a brighter invisibility hats.
and so time goes by and ...
Mudassara is unable to do the job she was brought in for.And they start noticing her. She can no longer stand in a group of five people at any time of the day or night and go unnoticed. Infact she is no longer allowed to stand in any group. Inayat often fucks her, but only when his first wife is pissed off and wont let him near her. After all a man has got to fuck. And what more should a girl want then a husband who fucks, provides shelter and feeds.
(to be continued/edited/modified)
Whats left there to write? Does anyone care. Do I, do you care what happened to Mudassara? What will you do if I told you that she was screwed over and over and over, by her father, mother, younger sisters, the bright-eyed boy in her school, Inayat-her husband, the unborn child... or by readers like you... or writers like me.
Yet still this is one of those things, that someone has to say out loud, and someone has to listen. Then we can all go wash our hands, go home and watch the late night show.
And one day, she wakes up, turns 26, and decides that enough is enough is enough is enough ... Inayat expects his usuall breakfast to be laid on the table-- two fried eggs, two parathas and a cup of doodhpati. But all he finds is the rotton fruits, and leftovers from last nights dinner. He is furious, and honestly people, who wouldnt be. He does what every rational, logical thinking and sane man would do. Goes to the store room, brings out the old cricket bat and starts beating the crap out of Mudassara. That bitch, she really deserves it though. And I think its good for her.
And then he kicks Mudassara out of the house. Samkara, the faithful, the loyal, the merciful-- dutifully packs all of Mudassara's stuff in it. Except, ofcourse, the clothes she likes, and the jewelry, and all that's valuebale and tickles her fancy and doesnot fit in that tiny suitcase. She asks the house-elf to get a rickshaw, so Mudassara doesnot have to walk with all the lugage and people dont see her in this beaten up condition and point a fingre at her rightuous husband--who, I must once again point it, has acted in the most natural and logical manner.
So one fine afternoon, Akbar returns home to find Mudassara there.