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At 25 Gudiya died medically of kidney failure. But perhaps her soul exercised the only ‘choice’ it had. To opt out of a situation where her mind/body/heart was being part of everyone else’s ‘play’. Gudiya was married off at seventeen to a soldier Mohammed Arif who went missing in 1999 during the Kargil war. After waiting for many years her parents remarried her to Taufiq in 2003 and suddenly in 2004 as Indo/ Pak ties hit buoyancy, POW exchanges brought Arif back home in 2005 and Gudiya’s tiny world was torpedoed by a war which ultimately claimed her life.
Arif walked home into media hype on the added ‘suffering’ of POWs who returned to find wives remarried, amongst other things. Emboldened by the suggestions and attention, Arif freely gave interviews on how he wanted Gudiya back. The media zipped across to her but she said she was happy with her new husband, was eight months pregnant, life had moved on and that was that. Perhaps riled by her innocent truths or instigated Arif sought Muslim clergy support. Initially confused and undecided the media coverage pushed them to ‘consult’ and ‘interpret’ dusty laws and finally hideous power mongering raised its ugly heads. “Sharia claims she must return to her first husband” screamed one headline, “Clergy undecided on God’s Law’’ another. Now Gudiya was the new toy to field innocuous Islamic clergymen into tiring debates on T.V. Some were seeking public opinion and pro POW sentiment was hugely in Arif’s favour. The hapless new husband Taufiq, watched in panic and confusion insisting he loved Gudiya and would not give her up. Finally, some mullahs claimed that she had never been ‘technically’ divorced from Taufiq so the second marriage was illegal. The pantomime rose to a peak with a prominent news channel setting up a public debate with Gudiya at the centre (who sat with her face covered throughout) mute, unable to watch her private life being sold with impunity to power mongers en masse.
Finally her own parents demanded she return to Arif (amidst more stories of how Arif’s huge compensation money helped him pay them off). Gudiya never spoke to the media
again. Though the cameras rolled in to ask who would keep Taufiq’s child and Arif sometimes said he would and at other times he would not and she would have to hand the child over to Taufiq. Finally Gudiya delivered a still-born child in December 2005. On January 3rd she left her body with ‘complications’ that had arisen due to her delivery and acute kidney failure.’
A story like this is a whole pantheon of issues. For this blog, it brings up the starkness of the privilege to love, live, marry and choose sexual/emotional bliss. While we dedicate this blog space to expanding mind/body/spirit as inclusive, autonomous and Divine rights of a life’s passage the absurdity of time, space and concepts such as ‘modern’ ride in tandem.
In context of the intense discussions on this blog in the last few days, Gudiya’s story is all the more poignant. Healing is truly a privilege then for the few, as is the consciousness to know who you are, where you are headed. In the absence of the spirit finding its realm of choice, the body begins to shut down leaving some very clear messages. Gudiya’s child was still born, because the message of rejection filled both the womb and the foetus with fear and the soul of the baby opted out. A woman’s womb is also the centre of her feminine/creative chakra. Gudiya disconnected from that centre when her nurturing and life-creating options were usurped and her womb expressed its pain/rage by being infected terminally. Finally, a 25 year old woman (with no history of kidney trouble) does not die of kidney failure. But our intestines and kidneys in manifest form, refer to our ability to purge life’s toxins. The kidney’s reflect the ability to purge emotional toxins since water is metaphoric of our emotional panacea. Gudiya’s emotions had reached a desperate blind alley so her kidneys and uterus became the truth bearers of her final, silent epitaph.
Posted By Jasjit Purewal - 3:47 PM Friday 06 January 2006
Hi Jasjit,
just thought I would share this bit of info ...
I just read it in the paper today that a film is being made on Gudiya's life and Divya Dutta is portraying her life on screen. She said she was overwhelmed with emotions when she heard the news and said that the Director will have to alter the ending now.
It felt good to know that they will not take cinematic liberties with it and turn her life into some masala movie (not that her life lacked any of it) by giving it a 'cooked-up' ending, that is a HIT with the general masses.
May Truth be told as it is!
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When I saw the news on tv about gudiya and the channels recollection of the entire episode, one thing kept coming into my mind- we break down when it comes to taking simple decisions in our lives, we rant, scream, cry, shout and what not but look at this young girl... what a tough decision she has had to make...leaving the man she loved and had been living with for the past 4 years and agreeing (or rather I should say pressuirized to agree) to go with the man who was a 'stranger'.
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Jasjit well said. Something about this picture is really haunting. Then again maybe its so because of the horrific story that it reflects.
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what value you ahve added to that news item, jasjit..priceless...i remember i was visiting ur shahar few years back when somebody asked me a q in malaviya nagar...it was about lady diana spencer..she was as yet alive...in the casual discussions, i mentioned that when one is unable to resolve fundamental conflicts within,the conflict has no choice but to manifest elsewhere, either as sickness or death by unnatural causes such as accidents...one can imagine the conflicts gudiya went through and the helplessness she felt, much like a twig floating in the vast ocean...thrown from here to there...by seemingly uncontrollable forces...
Posted by on January 6, 2006 07:34 PM
Jasjit,
this is a brilliant piece. you have potrayed the helplessness of Gudiya and raised very important questions. I felt very sad about gudiya's death and felt more angry when I read in your post that a TV channel actually made her sit through an ordeal. How insensitive.
I dont know what would have been the ideal ending for this story...I wish it would have been something acceptable to Gudiya...for it was her life.
But sadly something tragic happened leaving us with a very important message to introspect and change.
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Dear Jasjit, this story is so unusual, so tragic!
How tragic, that the lovely young lady; had NO self-empowerment! How tragic, she found love, was pregnant; and that happens.
I can see more now; how connected we are to illness. Now, I can see it more clearly as how it is manifested from becoming de-powered.
May her soul transcend to a beautiful Heaven; where she might meet her still-born child.
North
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Thank You all
Sukanya I don't know how many such stories shaped my understanding of the intensity of pain and the strength of survival. Gudiya's ending has made her silence so much more ominous.
Shubz
I'm glad they will make a film and we can only hope they will focus on the real questions and not just romanticize the tragedy.
North
Even as we see pain as the most rampant, universal experience I have to say that many such stories have left me in awe of how deep suffering can be and how people find the courage to survive in such situations. Perhaps they were the inspiration that helped me rise above my struggles and attempt to be there for whoever I could.
Sundar
True if only people would really make the connection between the dis(ease) and the message of the heart/soul so much suffering could be averted.
Aachi
I think the T.V show was the most frightening experience she went through and somehow that just broke her irrevocably. I saw the entire show and horror was the only word which can explain what happened. Welcome to media savvy India!
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Dear Jasjit, When I read stories like this; and many other such tragedies around the globe; I feel my pain is so minute in comparison.
This story has profoundly awakened within me, the ability to see the pain I am enduring comes from within me, and the feelings of loss of self-empowerment and control.
It is terribly difficult to envision freedom; when held captive by pain. I resonate deeply with her feelings of being socially and politically dissected.
Needless to add, being in her delicate condition, the shock of a returned husband, presumed dead, must have literally cast her over the edge hopelessness.
I cannot fathome such depths of despair, but I have tasted it's rolling shores, and it is bitter indeed.
North
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Political and religious wars waged over a woman's body - when will it end? Will it ever end? It is lives like Gudiya's that remind us how far we have to go and how difficult the road ahead will be. And yet, the same story strengthens my resolve and propels me forward...pushing through the dark smog of patriarchal oppression and control.
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A.C & North
While the numerous Gudiyas I met during my arduous work life sometimes just paralysed me with a broken heart I have to add that they were the reason I turned my corner into going deeper into the question of what was the key to human suffering.
You see A.C blaming it on anything outside like patriarchy, suppression and usurping women's bodies/choices ceased to work as arguments since they were not relieving the 'pain' I so wanted to heal. Anger was the only path to this ideology and after a while the anger was self-serving.
I instinctively felt that there had to be a deeper source within each being that would be the key to true-empowerment. Of course that search yeilded an awesome truth which answered every question I possibly had and also showed me that there was a path called true healing. So for me I have always said that the door to my office is the first place I bow my head in reverance ( which of course in essence means the lives and truths of all the Gudiyas I encountered in my work) for without them the search for the source of suffering would have never even begun.
And now as there is understanding within there is ability to act without with a deeper insight to connect, offer hope and truly stand by with strength and clarity.
Just some thoughts
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what a powerful piece jasjit. the story, the media circus, all very numbing at some level. an important point you made about the privilege to make choices, to heal...what about people who are swept away by disasters of various kinds? reminds me of the feeling you get when you hear about all sorts of terrible natural disaster across the globe.. people who didnt think they were making a life or death choice by living on the coast of sri lanka or banda aceh or new orleans...
There is that sense of the fragility of life in this realm...and that there is some other connection beyond that sustains us all...
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MG
The point I guess for us all in 'privilege' is to realize that human life is a gift and within it certain destinies make it even a greater gift. Optimizing the opportunities to live it at the heighest level possible and to gift and share with others the abundance of that privilege. That is the only intent that makes any sense in the face of a life like Gudiya's
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Hi jasjit,
just saw the news...Taufiq has been given the custody of the baby...gudiya's soul will hopefully rest in peace now.
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Aachi
At least some sense has prevailed in the aftermath. This was her little boy who was taken to Arif's house and Taufiq had been asking for him back. I wonder what that little being must be going through with all this commotion, being dragged around and now losing his mom.
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Another update....taufeeqs fiance has refused to marry him because he's insisting on taking the child. Interestingly he and his father are sticking to their guns.
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Way to go Taufiq!
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I just hope all this is not again a clash of egos. Gudiya lost her life to this.
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Jasjit,
Thank you for a very powerful piece and the equally powerful pointers. The picture and the post will be etched in my thoughts and heart..
infinite thanks