After narrating the saga of catching his cheating wife red handed with her paramour in their matrimonial house and getting beaten up. Saikat continued …
“But then I felt that committing suicide especially for a man in India will not serve any purpose. No one will even notice. No one will bother. Only my parents will cry for a few days, my friends may remember for sometime, that’s it. My cheating wife will still claim alimony from my parents and without any proof of adultery, she will continue to live in my flat, enjoy all benefits that I had built and probably in my absence my retired and sick old father will have to pay the monthly bank premium and alimony to my wife. Because she would be a burden on them then. My mother will probably end up being a servant to her, cooking and doing household chores while she enjoys more with her paramour. Else my parents will be threatened for 498a and the lives of my brother and sister will be ruined. I thought that suicide was not an option at all, specially when she was alive. When I thought of the character of my wife’s family, I was almost certain that she would get divorce officially by filing false dowry cases to extract money from my ailing parents.
When I did not find any legal recourse, I did feel like killing her while asleep. But I am not a criminal. When I see blood, I faint. I am very peace loving and law abiding citizen and committing murder was not possible for me. But the situation was pushing me to be a criminal to save my ailing parents and other family members and I was resisting that feeling.
There was another feeling in me that I would be eventually murdered by my cheating wife or her paramour. Because that is what we have seen in many such cases. Even in recent times, I remember the case from Kalyan, Mumbai on the same day Dec 18, 2012 when the Delhi rape case has happened. But this was reported in a small way only in Mumbai edition of newspapers and hence no one even knew about this.”
He took a long breath and continued ..”I was continuously feeling that if I could not murder her, she would murder me and my parents would not be able to run after the courts and end up paying their hard earned money to her family.
I was not courageous enough to do anything. Not only because I was a coward, also because they were powerful. Our legal system had not left anything for men to get reprieve in such cases. I started losing sleep, losing health and losing focus in my career. As a result my performance in my office deteriorated. I used to get flak from office, home and no one knew or bothered to know the reason.
All my family members decided to meet a good advocate and hence we went to a very prominent criminal lawyer, who is now a high court judge. However, that was the worst experience I have ever had. After waiting for hours in his book crammed ‘living room’ when I was guided into his chamber, the room was already full with people. Lawyers, common men and only two chairs were vacant for us. The moment I sat on the chair, he asked me to start while he continued to chat with others and take phone calls. I spoke only for five minutes and I was sure he didn’t hear me out as he was speaking with other, taking phone calls etc.. Surprisingly when I asked him what could be done, he just asked me to file a case. Nothing more, nothing less. My session was over.
I was so depressed for that huge money loss that day, I was sure that there was no recourse for me. His words were just bogus words for me and didn’t have any weight. I came out paying the huge price for me being male.
Afterwards we decided to meet her parents along with my parents but those criminals in a way shouted and did all wrong things and showed that I were cruel to her and I tortured her for dowry. When I told them that how an unknown man can come to her room when I am not there, her mother replied – “Even unknown guys come to my room, when no one is there in house. What’s the big deal?” Her father, who is a top bureaucrat in WB was also supportive of her and abused me to full extent.
I didn’t see any hope of justice. I was only circling around the thoughts of murder and suicide. Soon, I lost my liveliness. I was a living corpse. Dying every moment, but not able to die for my parents. Not able to murder the whole family of hers. If I did, newspapers would have reported that as – “husband murdered wife and family in ‘suspicion’ of her adultery”. Even after I caught her red handed in my house. Everyone would have known that I am the culprit, and I should have come out of the marriage peacefully but no one would have bothered to see what I was going through.
Thankfully for me, she didn’t murder me in the meantime,while I was thinking my next steps. But she did threaten me to commit suicide many a times and made me more afraid. But to my surprise, I was not noticing that much activity from her side with her paramour, too. or may be, they had become clever that she was able to hide everything from me. But as I was not able to spot anything, I thought after the incident she had changed herself, until 2009, when I got yet another shocker of my life…”