Wife Beater & Gypsy Women
SISTERLY ACT
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A doctor friend of mine who runs a clinic in a small town in Haryana (India) is a keen watcher of the goings on in a nearby nomads' camp. These gypsies from Rajasthan (India), called Dehas, normally wander from place to place but they have come to stay in the neighborhood of Dr. Dahiya for the last about five years

In leisurely hours my friend observes their life style from atop his clinic almost on a daily basis not for any kind of research that he is carrying out in Sociology but for the sheer fun of it. Whenever we visit him he has fascinating stories to tell about the nomads. Here is the latest.
The Deha camp sleeps early and rises even before the first call of the cock. But sometimes in the evening, when dullness is just about to set in the camp, there is a huge commotion. It relates largely to beating up of the women or children; or if there is an intruder in the camp
Every body literally 'rises to the occasion' carrying with them whatever they can hit with including batons, halberds, spades lathis etc. An upside down, empty vessel, is raised on a long staff and a near-battle-cry of "hurrrrrr--hurrrrrr--hurrrrrr", is shouted more to caution and inform, than to invade and attack. It happens quite frequently.
The last such uprising Dr. Dahiya witnessed took place very recently when he saw from his 'observation tower' a wife-beater, carrying the 'staff-n-vessel' and running as if almost a marathon. He was being chased by many in the camp. He tried to outrun everybody for safety but the camp-dogs did not let him escape so easily. Perhaps their common canine sense, better known as sixth sense, too disapproved of wife bashing.
A huge crowd gathered when the overtaken man was being beaten black and blue. Nothing was visible but only a hazy picture of the fight did my friend notice, through his thick lenses. Having seen an important man of the nomads' camp, being so bashed up aroused more curiosity in my friend and he came downstairs into the street, to know what had really happened.

Since Dr. Dahiya was a familiar figure around, the nomads allowed him near. The fallen man asked for Dr. Dahiya's intervention with folded hands when my friend wanted to know the crime he had committed..
Suddenly he realised that the man had been surrounded and beaten by women only and it was these very wenches who had attacked him. My friend had to convince and calm down about half a dozen females in full fury before he could intervene and seek a promise from the rapped up man to behave in future.
They were seven sisters one of whom had been married to the wife-beater. When nothing seemed to work they converged on the camp at the call of their aggrieved sister to teach their brother-in-law a lesson for all times to come. For obvious reasons, no male of the camp dared to come to the help of the bashed up husband.
"The scene the next morning had completely changed," Dr. Dahiya told, "for that is perhaps the nomads' life style". He saw the man being fed by atleast three or four of his sisters-in-law and his wife had been nursing his bruises and wounds inflicted the previous evening. The dogs in the camp, who had to be on their paws, overtime, the preceding evening of storm and thunder, were basking in the rainwashed cool shade of a tree.
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