Bastard

“ You never talked about your dad? What does he do?”

“ I don’t have one.”

“ You mean he’s dead?”

“ No.”

“ So your parents are separated?”

“ I never had parents………..all i ever had, was, a mother….”

“ ohhh……you mean………you are a…….i mean…….god, how does it feel to be one without a father……..i mean……..you know, what the society calls people like you?”

“ How does it “feel” to be one? Just thank god that you are not like me……..my birth determined people’s attitude towards me………they’ll make sure that I die a bastard death……….”

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Something for social justice, equality, and independence!!

If all the academic phraseology, and all the polite niceties of description and simile are sacrificed to plain speaking, then what does the society call a person, who does not have a father’s name? Bastard. That’s what he/she is referred to as. Nothing else matters. A person who is bastard by birth, remains a bastard through out life and even in death carries the appellation of a bastard. The word sums his/her life, rendering his condition no better than a cripple; at times even worse. He exhausts his life under the shadow of a father, who was never there; yet forms an indelible part of his personality; a name, which belongs to him, but he cannot ask for it……he isn’t legitimate enough!!


We never question our birth, coz we always had a “ father ” around us. Being born and dieing are common phenomenon for us, coz we belong to the “ legitimate ” clan of the society. But why bother to talk about bastards; we have no time for these “ misfits ”: we have other things to do, things that will please us a lot more, says the world. But we do find time, to taunt them by a mock show of sympathy, coz a legitimate can never empathize with an illegitimate. But acceptance is a feat in itself.


The world has progressed. However, our justice, after thousands of years of striving to create justice among ourselves, still remains childishly primitive. We are trained to defend and prosecute, to juggle with words and distort facts, as the conventional morality defines things in our lives.


And after all is said and done, what shall set the seal of justification on the actions, urges and lives of these “ misfits ” ? Is it lineage alone which determines our attitude towards them?


But are not bastards born out of love?


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