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Concept :Real love in New India

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Indian films generally portray love as something individuals take to easily; just a visual attraction is enough to start a love affair between a man a woman, as time passes by, some stereotypical hurdles pop up between them which are finally resolved through means normal humans cannot even think of resorting to -violent encounters and shameless scheming- then all ends up in an extravagant marriage with signing and dancing. 

But in real life, love has no comparison to this kind of screen portrayal; it does not happen in such a frivolous easy-going manner, if at all it happens.  It does not mean that love is unimportant in life; it is one of the most fundamentals to it, actually it can resolve a whole lot of problems humanity is deeply immersed in presently.  Then why such a fundamental thing does not come by easily?  Reasons stem from many factors. 

I have been living between India and overseas (now in South Africa) for many years.  This has placed me in the most privileged position, in my understanding, to see India from far beyond its boundaries or to have a telescopic view of it and its people, myself included.  

India is a place that has a multifaceted existence because of its diverse religions, tradition, politics and culture. This diversity can play influential roles to make its people understand how they are connected to each other as part of a big nation. Instead, it causes only disconnections, segregatipon or separation between them.  Or they are there simply to establish their own monopolies and so undermine the possible common thread behind societies.  This is contrary to what happens in other democratically formed nations or at least what they try to achieve. 

On top, these factors have their own institutions and bylaws. Marriage is an area they have an easy ride; it is simply an arrangement in which a man and a woman live together following these bylaws; the laws of caste, culture and religion and not their heart or brain.  In actual fact, it is a means to control their life and economy.  The system is so powerful that anybody objects it  gets doomed.  Love is the last requirement in marriage, it is often confused with sex, wealth, power etc.  If a couple has managed a few kids, that is enough,  but what happens to their future when brought up in love-less relationships is nobody's business.  Nobody bothers that increasing unrest and behavioral problems among the youth, which is carried over until the end of their life, are among other things, the direct consequences of such relationships.  In the absence of love and care marriages are ending up in divorces faster than they are divined.

It does not mean that, in the absence of traditional restrictions alone love comes by very easily.  If so, in countries where individuals are less controlled by tradition and enjoy freedom there would not have been any divorce among lovers or couples.  This is not the case.

Failed love and failed marriages tell stories of problems that come from within the individuals that work against love.  Ego, competition; lack of co-operation, communication, connection and problem solving skills, bad decision-making etc., prevent one from finding love in relationship and marriage.

Again one cannot think about love in India, without considering the forces of reforms brought along by globalisation.  It has put the nation on a pedestal of economic progression and development, no doubt.

But globalisation and liberalisation as many think there, are not for economic changes-getting high salaries in the IT sector and more employment- alone.  They demand a liberalistic and humanistic mindset for the people. Here the tradition needs to take a cut to redefine what is India in the new philosophical context of globalism. One of the most important prerequisite to that is individual finding freedom to take decision on matters regarding to his or her own life.

But what is happening there is seemingly the opposite. Anybody taking interest in individual freedom is seen as the enemy of tradition and hence the enemy of family, state and the nation at large.  Instances of them being dealt with in the cruel and harsh fashions is nothing new;  these days they are creating sensations in the media, both conventional and social.  Honour killing and love Jihad has become a facet of the Indian life, cutting across all classes and races.  It is scary that even the modern state and national machineries -the police, law and order, justice system, and governments- and the families support these cruel practices in one way or the other. 

And one state that has the worst practices of similar kind is Kerala, though it boasts of many developmental indicators. 

My story

My story is a story of transformation of hope and change; how a Kerala girl, born and brought up overseas finds love after defeating all odds caused directly or indirectly by the above mentioned factors. Life is full of challenges for her; in childhood she suffers her mother being abused by her father and his family, she being seen as an obstacle to their selfish and greedy ends. By tradition a lady has no voice in her in-laws family, but her mother believes that nobody should be unfair to anybody. Her father, who is also a victim of his own family tradition, does not see it happening until very late and by that time he has done all damages to himself and his own family by making all wrong decisions.  

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