Burning Your Hands for Eight Seconds - Page 8

Originally posted by: Semanti

Because Rudra's misfortunes have less to do with chance and more to do with his own poor decisions. While his trauma at the loss of his mother and subsequent harsh upbringing does evoke sympathy, I cannot feel sorry for a man in a position of such immense power, who acts in such a foolhardy and hot-blooded manner. The reason he is in this position today is because he chose to disregard protocol and handle things his way. And it proved to be a temporary solution. He may have stopped this one baarat (at such enormous cost), but if he cannot prove his charges, he will have done nothing to save the future brides from Birpur. And that is not Paro's fault, it is Rudra's. HE ensured that Paro was his only witness-- and a damned unreliable one at that. He can't even make her say she SAW the gunfire from the other side, because she would be lying under oath and he knows it. That is why he says he wants her to sign a document that says that Birpur and Thakur deal in arms under the guise of these sham wedding processions-- not that she SAW the wedding procession open fire. In fact, if Paro knows what's going on, as he believes, it ought to occur to him that it is mere CHANCE that she didn't lift a gun and attempt to shoot him herself-- and have him kill her as well, thereby leaving NO witnesses. (I am ignoring the massive loopholes the CVs have left and going only with their plot.)

I see Paro as an unfortunate victim of circumstances, and Rudra digging himself deeper into his own grave. Sure I feel a little sorry for him. Sorry that he is so prejudiced and foolhardy. But not nearly as sorry as I feel for Paro.

Originally posted by: SanayaIsBest

All I can say is that Jallad is too polite of a word to describe Rudra

There better be a strong repentance track
😡

Originally posted by: napstermonster

Have you ever been burnt? While cooking, have you accidentally grabbed the edge of a hot pan? Have you eaten too hot a pakora? How about a candle accidentally dripping wax on your skin? You react, immediately. It hurts--instantly. And the burn is like nothing on earth. You cry, like a mother***. Scream that the top of your lungs, demand sympathy from your loved ones, and why not? It HURTS. And it is a pain that is so pervasive, your entire mind, not to mention that of your family, is focused on that one inch of reddened, inflamed skin for the next week.


Now imagine the kind of hatred, the sheer helplessness, the sense of entrapment, the panicked terror infusing every inch of Parvati, Last Name Unknown. NOT Parvati Ranawat, because she never chose to be. Not Parvati Rudra anything---because she has a last name, in her mind---the name of her dead spouse. She does not get married every Tuesday. She is a widow. To not be able to mourn that death, to be forced to marry the man who killed her man--that realization came clearly to me, tonight.


Imagine the kind of desperation that makes a woman, trapped in every other way, fight back by dashing herself against the wall, hurting herself because she cannot hurt anyone else. And the unfairness of it--she is an innocent woman against whom a sin is being committed. A woman who cannot bear the thought of doing something that is against her culture, embedding that man's identity into her very skin. She burns that skin, for one ... two ... three ... four ... five ... six ... seven ... eight---excruciating seconds. She takes the self inflicted, insane pain with nothing more than a few muffled cries, until he comes to stop her.


And then, her entire pain, her entire protest---so desperately, so silently made, such a scream from her soul---that resistance is immediately, ruthlessly, completely negated by the man she is protesting against. Rudra could have lost this round. Such a small thing--but she is made to submit. Because---he does not lose. In public, before everyone, not one of whom seem to know what is happening to her before their eyes.


We know. So an earnest request??? Lets love the intensity, adore the couple, celebrate the future. But for now??? Lets not go "Haila! Rudra kitne romantic shomantic hai by God!!" over a scene of self-abuse and forcible submission.