Adultery for Dummies

 His only fault was being born with a penis. A well respected citizen of the society, a man who paid his taxes, provides for his family, good with his friends, nice to his employees, but now serving time in a 50 by 50 cell with not so respectable citizens of the society. His one and only mistake besides the one mentioned in the beginning was: to commit adultery.

Adultery, the word comes from latin adulterium which means to pollute, but we are not here to discuss it’s etymology, we are not here to discuss the serious implications of adultery on society or family but how adultery can land a man and a man only from the lascivious ongoing action to prison.

What ruined this man’s life? His decision of sleeping with other woman?  Nah!

It was another ill-conceived law, Section 497 of Indian penal code. A law which put man behind bars and sets the woman, an equal accomplice, free as a jay bird, as they don’t find her an abettor in this inglorious act even though adultery or philandery (as some may call it) happens with full consent of both the sexes and men may even be lured into it by a woman’s voluptuous figure. Can you blame them :P

According to section 497 in the Indian penal code:

“Whoever has sexual intercourse with a person who is and whom he knows or has reason to believe to be the wife of another man, without the consent or connivance of that man, such sexual intercourse not amounting to the offence of rape, is guilty of the offence of adultery, and shall be punished with imprisonment of either description for a term which may extend to five years, or with fine, or with both. In such case the wife shall not be punishable as an abettor.”

In a world where we talk about equality of sexes, where women walks shoulder to shoulder with man in every sphere, there is one sphere where they still are the weaker link, the damsel in distress, trying to avoid their share of blame. If we come to think about it, what part did Indian government cannot come to terms with, they (government) here are challenging the basic laws on which sex is based. It takes two to fall in love, two to form a couple, two to get pregnant and certainly two to be involved in a sexual act which can be coined as adultery. A man flogging the dolphin while looking at his neighbor’s wife is hardly considered as adultery. 

I am not against womanhood, if it were to me I would keep all the sexy ladies out of prison, but this is high time when women of India rise up (after taking a sip of tata tea- jaago mahilaon jaago), instead of asking for reservation, a separate line, seats in DTC, a whole coach in metro, it’s time for them to accept their responsibility, to stand shoulder to shoulder with man in the court of law.

In France, a wife guilty of adultery is punishable from minimum three months to maximum of two years of imprisonment. The husband however has the discretion to end her sentence and take her back. Our laws are on the line with the laws of England. Even in England adultery is not a criminal offence, but doing so in India would give shiv sena another reason to attack the gonverment, even if almost all of them have tasted the fruit of infidelity.

All I ask from government if not abolish adultery, then at least bend the law and blend in the feminine flavor.

For all the men out there, my advice, hold your horses, why commit adultery when you have a beautiful wife at home, who loves you more than you can imagine.

And if you do slip now and then, just make sure her husband never finds out ;)

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Oymyakon

Oymyakon

It’s December and I am happy with my hot chocolate, cozy blanket and my small apartment, and why shouldn’t I be: it’s winter and it’s home. But at the very same time when I am sipping my hot chocolate, in a land far, far north from here, a mother is dressing up her son in two pair of gloves, thermal underpants, three pair of socks, three layer of clothing covered with a 1500 dollar overcoat. Yes, our very own Russia or oymyakon (precisely) where temperature goes as below as -60 degree Celsius.

Nobody leaves their home unless they absolutely have to, a place where it takes 3 days just to dig a grave, to bury your loved ones (god bless, if they die in winter). Why would anyone want to live in a place like this? Haven’t they heard about the paradise, which lies outside the boundaries of oymyakon. A world full of corruption, hatred, crime and hunger but free of permafrost.

Why not just migrate like birds do, migrate to a warm place and feel for once the nakedness on your skin. A privilege of walking the streets with just your boxers on, a privilege of driving a car on a proper concrete road, a privilege of skinny dipping.

Economically the place survives on the few weeks of farming season that nature graces them with. A coal mine that provides them with two meals a day and still they spent their winters in a debt, as with an average income of 600 dollar, it’s not easy to afford a 1500 dollar overcoat.

Life comes to a standstill when you are living in a place below the freezing point of water. Your whole body freeze but the antidote is in you. Your heart.

What binds the people of oymyakon together is not the huge economic perks, food, beautiful ladies and certainly not the weather.

“It’s Home.” said a 40 year old Amilya dressing her son under five layers of thick clothing.

“It’s my home, every day I feel like I belong here just like my parents did. It may take hours to get dressed but this is where I want to be. After all home is where the heart is, home is where we belong.”

More than a friend!

MORE THAN A FRIEND

Life Love Friendship sitting there on each vertices of a triangle. A triangle that can never be equilateral because one side will always be longer, one side will always be short; one side will always be in between. So what does one choose?

A lifelong friendship, a friendship that turns into love or live a life where one longs for that friendship or long lost love. What is more important Love or Friendship?

A friend of mine once said “you can never be friends with someone and not fall for him/her”. I disagreed. I was wrong, cause one time or another your knees will buckle, your heart will skip a beat and you will be back in your cave listening to Cyndi Lauper and Air Supply, you will be kariokeing just thinking about him/her. So where does the friendship go? What are the signs that distinguish friendship from love? Where is this line of control?

We are obligated by blood but a friend is a stranger, a stranger in the beginning who becomes so dear so near that you pour your heart out, you let your guard down and let him/her in. The best part of friendship is you can get out of it any moment you want. The hard part is to get in, to let someone in your life- the pinnacle of your triangle.

Love is many a splendid things. It’s not a verb, noun, adjective or adverb. It’s Love. Love is the butterflies in your stomach, the skip of that beating heart, love is the lyrics of not just a song but ‘our song’, love is your red, ever wondered why a heart is always red certainly not because of the blood, the red is your blush, your smile, your tears, your emotions ripping out of your body, your soul making its first appearance. Love is red, red is love.

So the question still remain, Can we spot the thin line between love and friendship (if there is any)?

I will be there, to wipe the tears off my friend’s face but I will do the crying for my love. I will be jealous of my friend but never of my love. A friend is someone I wish to go Jurassic park or harry potter with, love is someone I wish serendipity, Moulin rouge to happen. Friendship takes time on the contrary love sometimes happen on the first site. But in the end there isn’t much difference between friendship and love as one thing might lead to another.

Truth is scary. Coming out to your friend is the scariest part because if your love is one sided as it is in most of the cases you will end up with one less friend.

There are people who found their best friend in their love. They are the lucky ones as they can confine their fears, their dreams, their hopes, their failures in just one person. A friend of mine who is one of the lucky ones said

“I am happy because I don’t have to look for a friend/love anywhere because she is right beside me, we may be miles apart but a single moment with her even on the phone makes me believe that I don’t give a shit about this world, I don’t give a shit about failure, as long as I have her, I am a winner.”

But life’s not a fairy tale, life’s a bitch.

Girls are complicated, they would give you all the signals but they forget that boys are hard headed, the upper section thinks about math, football, sex, booze, sex again, career, booze again, cig, sex again. How the hell can they tell the difference between love and friendship? How would they know that they are behind enemy lines?

And this brings us to another category; A is in love with B for 14 years but could never gather the strength to say those three magic words because there love is one sided, A valued B’s friendship. In the end there is no love, there is no friendship either, there is just goodbye and Theodore boone. This was the classic example of what I call “love fool”.

But A here is quite a charmer, he fell in love again but this time he knows better, because the moment he realize that he is on a one way street, he backs out. He cannot be Just Friends anymore.

For how long, will this go on. It is a one way street; first friendship, then love and finally life (a happy life). But what if that friendship goes so strong that you don’t want loose that one person you want to spend your rest of your life with.

What is more important love or friendship, can they be the same person or do they have to be different to make things less complicated, can your friendship stand at the altar, not on a altar of love but on an altar of sacrifice.

The billion dollar question remains “How can you be friends with someone when every time you look at them all you think about is how much you really want.”