Topic started by Hemant (@ h-66-166-22-60.snvacaid.covad.net) on Thu Oct 31 18:29:57 .
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I want to give a small explanation about WIDOW OF BRINDAVAN.
It was a practice in Bengal to get rid of widows or child widows by sending them to Benaras or Brindavan to rot and die.They, thus were robbed of their share of property and safety.They were never taken care of once they were left at Brindavan or Kasi.Thousands of unfortunate girls and women suffered terribly all thro'their lives.Death was their only salvation.
Lokhhi or Lakshmi is one such person who suffered one of the most terrible life time in GOD'S BRINDAVAN.
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You may ask me as to HOW I AM CONNECTING DIFFERENT TIMES IN A NOVEL?
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Hello My Dear Hubbers,
Today while writing the episodes of my future novel, I could not remove the catch in my throat for a long time.While writing the episode of Lokkhi , the widow of Brindavan, I literally cried.
I felt the humiliation of Toto every moment at every word I wrote in that episode.That is why , from third person, I came to first person account of that story.
I pray God that he gives me strength to complete the novel .
These are two pieces of my upcoming novel.I have no intention of hurting the sentiments of anyone with my language.I have tried to portray truth in the real form without masking its bitter reality.Nowhere will grossness and lewdness will be written But if your sentiments are hurt, I am sorry in advance.My efforts are only to show how much feminity has suffered thro' the ages.
WIDOW OF BRINDAVAN
Her fingers were no more able to hold anything.Her arms were shaking uncontrollably, still Lokhhi (lakshmi) tried to clean a handful of rotten rice to cook.
It was such a great effort for her to walk fifteen steps to get water from neighbour's room.She had stopped many years back to go to the community tap a furlong away as she could not fight there with brazen women of low caste.She was a Bhadralok widow.
Lokkhi's six feet by six feet piece of room was all she had in Brindavan.She could barely light up a match to burn the paper in the hearth to burn the cowdung cake.
Keshava.........Please take me away to you now........Lokhi would cry every now and then.
She had lost sense of time long back.
The days had melted in months and months in years.
She was barely able to remember many things now.
Only her childhood memoriers which were the happiest remained with her.And the memories of her never seen husband remained.
She had only one wish.She wanted to ask her husband when he met her after her death.
She just wanted to ask, What was my sin that you died early and I had to suffer in Brindavan?
"Burn......you dung cake.....burn fast.
I can't bear this smoke."Lokhhi cried.
Tears from frustration and smoke mingled and rolled down her lined cheeks.
There were no cheeks.Only cheekbones with sunken cheeks were there.Her teeth had gone ages ago.
"Now where did I put the salt?" she mumbled to herself.
She fumbled among small paper packets and located the salt.
Salted rice ,which was just a handful was the only diet she had had for a long time.
After she had stopped going to Bahajans at Hari Mandir, she could not buy Dhaal or spices.The panda in whose care she was, had died ages ago and she was left with no income.She was able to get two or three annas per day for singing bhajans as dakshina.But going there was impossible now as she had to cross many roads.She could not see much due to haze in front of her eyes.Someone had told her that she had Motia Bindu . Slowly she was destined to be blind.
The panda of the nearby charity office gave her two pawala of rice per week.This was about all she could get.
She would borrow salt and burning cinders to light up the hearth.Some times when the neighbours had gone out of town, she suffered most.
She was too proud to beg like Abhadra widows.She would rot in hell if she did.
She could not do anything to rake up the resting soul of her Husband who had died may be seventy years ago even before she had gone to her inlaw's place to stay.
She was widowed at the age of eleven.This made her eighty one years old.
When leaving her in Brindavan, Sham Mukharjee, her father in law had warned,
You will not beg, and prostitute to fill up your dirty belly.You have killed my son and I am leaving you in Brindavan in care of Panda .He will feed you and you will go to temples and ask forgivence for your sins. If you sin again, your husband would not come back to you for further seven rebirths.
Laokkhi had not committed any sin ..................................................Then ......... or since then.......
KENYAN LIONESS TOTO'S STORY"
The strange sounds of the waves of the sea mingled with the raunchy drunken laughter's of the Arab seamen was sending shivers down her spine.
Toto cringed more and tried to hide herself in the corner in the slave dungeon .
The dungeon smelled of sweat, human filth and vomiting .
All round her were brave and tall warriors chained to the walls .There were velts and wounds on their bodies and the flies were infesting the bleeding wounds.There was utter helplessness in their eyes.They were broken in spirit by these strange men who had fire belching sticks which could kill a man in no time.Their spears were useless against the fire sticks.
For Toto 's age of sixteen summers, everything was strange.
She lay hunched crying softly .More than the body pain, she was humiliated by the Dirty Arab Mustafa pasha in presence of her father who she called Maje.
A strange white man wearing a red coat had visited the dungeon with Mustafa in the morning.Mustafa was an Arab slave trader .He was a fox who had evaded British law for three decades.He was operating in western coast of Africa but for the first time, he had an order from India for slaves.So he had raided Kikuyu province in Kenya this time and had smuggled the slaves near Zanzibar coast.He had a beaked nose with a scar running down from left forehead cutting across the bridge of the nose to the right cheek.When he laughed, his yellow and black teeth showed up.Mostly he was under the influence of Hashsheesh or opium.He walked with the help of a stick
A dagger with a curved and carved handle made of ivory was tied to his waist band.He had a sword too ,along with the dagger in the same waist band.
"What ruddy thing you have got in there you rascal? " Asked Captain Atkin
Have you got fifteen slaves as needed?
More.........Sahib........More .........this Mustafa has got for you.
How many ?
Twenty three. All are warriors .See ?
Lookee Sahib Lookee.......see what Mustafa has got for you.
Saying that he flung open the dungeon door.
The stink of the place hit Captain Atkin on face.
Ruddy Mother raper, can't you clean the slaves and the place ?
Saahib........ these are frightened men, they s**hit if a crow crows .
I have broken their spirits.They work now as you say Saheeb.
They not fight no more.
I don't want them to fight you RUDDY DOG,
I want them to guard the Harem of the Nawab.
I want the eunuchs..
Atkin was Military and security adviser to the Nawab of Junagadh in Gujarat and he wanted eunuchs for the harem.
Light the torch , I want to see them properly.
A torch was lighted lighting the dungeon.
Glistening , muscular bodies of the warriors in naked condition stood chained to the walls.
God.........Bloody ........Good work.
"But Mustafa, these slaves have large tools, Atkin probed the genitals of a slave with his stick.
This won't do.I don't want Men, I want eunuchs .
No problem my sir, my Sahib,
Now they are men, now I will turn them in Mules.Hee.heeee.he laughed.
I have a fine Hakim who will cut them from the roots.
How long will it take?????
One day sahib...........Give me one day and you have the eunuchs tomorrow.
I don't want any deaths.Many will die on the ships before we reach India.
Be careful...........
Atkin was fast calculating .Each eunuch for hundred gold coins was to be delivered.He had decided on a buying price of ten guineas each.
Two guineas for transportation was extra. Rest was pure profit.
He needed three to four such orders to build a fine mansion in Bromwich county and bid for earlhood in time to come.
He advanced further in the dungeon to the far corner to inspect all the slaves.
Oh My God !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! What have you got here...........
Atkin pointed at huddled Toto.......
Ahh..............This black Rose, My prize catch I am saving for my retirement bonus.
Mustafa hobbled towards where Atkin was standing.
Let me see her. Ordered Atkin
Hey ...you.......Toto. get up.
He prodded my sides with his boot.
I could not make out what was happening ,
I got up in fright.
OH ........MY .......GAD............!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!1
Atkin's jaw hung in surprise.
For the first time Atkin saw me in light.
Lookee sahib...........Lookee...... the mounts of pleasure he cupped my breasts and leered.
She give pleasure to men like no one can.
Lookee sahib lookee, Saying so , he cut open the leather thong tying my waist cloth with his dagger.
Suddenly he put his dirty palm in between my legs and shouted.
Lookee sahib..............A perfect turtle here......lookee. She can please you for thousands of nights.
And see here too.........Saying so , he yanked my hand in a twist and turned me .
He slapped my back side .........You can have her from the rear also.
He winked at Atkin's weakness which was well known.
Atkin was not listening to anything.He was so much stunned by the black beauty, His face turned the darkest red.............
How much you want for her ? He could barely speak in a whisper..
Mustafa knew that this was the Kill.
Fifty gold coins and not a single less.
How many times you raped her?Atkin whispered
Not even once saheeb.I swear upon Allah, I have not touched her.
Even your mother will not trust you , you old goat.
I know you have not spared even your daughters..Atkin questioned with knowing leer.
No..No...No... Sahib, May I be punished for thousand quyamats and rot in hell if I am lying this time.
She is a virgin . she is like unopened lotus my Sahib.
I was so exhausted by now that I sank to the floor.
Even though I could not understand what was happening, I knew that something terrible was happening.
I was so much ashamed and humiliated that I started crying,.
What have you done to her you ba**stard Mutafa?Look at her back.
Atkin saw velts marks on by back.I was punished by Mustafa with a cane stick for crying.
Angry red marks with dried blood were evident.
That is nothing sahib,
Let me put medicine on that.
Before Atkin could understand, Mustafa opened his Jilaiba and urinated on my back.
You Son of a bitch, what are you doing?????
Applying sailor medicine.Look.......Tomorrow no mark.It will disappear like a Djinn.
I, daughter of Maje, the Simba warrior could take no more.........................
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