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Ramarajya

At last, India has become a Ramarajya - no, not the ideal kind but the kind where a Sita who crossed a 'boundary' was banished, where an unsuspecting Ahalya was turned into stone, where a Draupadi who loved Arjuna was married to his brothers too, where a rape victim is blamed to be the cause for her ordeal; in sum total, where a woman's opinions are not sought or heard, where a woman is supposed to be the epitome of silence and subservience. Wonder what makes people to think that love is shown through body and not mind?
I also wonder what made sage Uddalaka, who too lived in an ancient era alien to women's freedom and equality concepts, tell his son Shvetaketu that "a woman is free to do as she pleases" when his wife went off with another man. When Shvetaketu questions his paternity, Uddalaka answers, "It is not my seed that makes you my child, it is my love.”
Who is great? A person whose confusions regarding relationships were given the name of dharma and who put another human being to hardship to protect his dharma? Or a person who recognised the individuality of a person, regardless of gender?
Above all, who loved the other more? Rama or Sita? I believe it is Sita; after all, she taught her kids to respect and love Rama, their father, even after she was banished.

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