There was this ordinary man who having found an ordinary job found himself an ordinary girl who became his wife. Man’s parents were miffed as they had queued up several astrologically perfect girls for him to choose from.
The man and wife moved ahead in worldly ways and were happy discovering the joys of being with each other. However, within months of their coming together, the girl started having nausea and discomfort in her bowels and it became necessary to visit a doctor.
The doctor made a speedy diagnosis and prescribed a few more tests whose results the man gathered in the evening. Partly surprised and partly shaken at the speed of it all, the man smiled as he read the radiologist’s report: ‘Twin pregnancies seen.’
Many frightful and harrowing days lay ahead of the young couple as the girl battled fever and searing pains due to certain complication. Gradually, they progressed to the days when the girl could feel the new lives stir in her belly and their joy knew no bounds. They fancied the young ones preferred different music as they moved to either Hindi or English tunes.
For reasons best known to them, these fetuses were in a hurry to have a peek at the world. They triggered so many ‘labour pains’ in their mother when they were barely six months old, the doctor shook her head in dismay at the girl’s ‘over-distended uterus’ and kept her fingers crossed. By the time she was admitted to the hospital for the third time, the twins had entered the eighth month of existence and the doctor couldn’t stop them anymore.
The girl’s mother took pity on her and rushed to her side in the moment of need. After a night full of suspense, pain and trepidations, two puny girls emerged, alive and kicking from their mother’s womb. Being grossly underweight at the time of birth, they were whisked away to the neonatal Intensive Care Unit. But the man and his wife were thrilled to have successfully added two new members to their family, perfect in limbs and shape, after all that scare.
That same morning, the man was struck by two different tenors of felicitations doing the rounds in the maternity ward. Families of the women blessed with male babies were being greeted a lot more warmly, even by the hospital staff, than those who had borne female babies. Congratulations to the parents of twin girls were gift-wrapped in consolations and future hopes. The man was shocked when even his kind mother-in-law was a tad crestfallen.
The two daughters that they brought home from the hospital turned out to be magical creatures indeed. They were weak and they needed a little more care but they never troubled their parents unduly, as if to compensate for the harrowing times they had given to them before birth, and as if they knew of their precarious position in the world. To their parents’ amusement, they continued with their separate preferences of Hindi and English music.
Time rolled on and they started moving around in the world together. And many were the times when people sidled up to the young parents to tell them to stop gloating and have a son. Sadly, most of these counselors were women and while some were sad and gentle, some chose to be unabashedly atrocious. Then there were other young couples too, who happened to have sons and who, for all their advancements, behaved as if they had bred Achilles again.
The more such men and women piqued the young couple, the more they dug their heels and held their own, never even thinking of procreating again. By the time their daughters touched their years of teens, people had learnt enough to leave them alone or face a severed relationship.
Today, however, the father of the two wonderful girls, never having given two hoots to the sick ideologists, stumbled upon a much-awaited television show called Satyamev Jayate. It turned out to be a program that tore open the carrion of female infanticide and associated crimes on women and he sat down to pen this post on his proud journey to fatherhood.