'Do I deserve this?'

Restrictions, yes. Exclusion, no.

I understand that one has to yield to get yield.
What's that? You don't believe in such compromises?
Well, then I'd say...you have double standards.
I had them too. What and how much is for me to know and reform.
Just look at yourself, then tell me if (like me) you don't.
Just look at the course of your own actions.
Did you never lie in order to persecute me?
When you came back, did we ever talk about my mother's death?
Did you ever challenge those double standards of mine by which I left the dead with their anger?

Or was it too easy to decide that I wanted your money.
Or was it too easy to never again face police stations, just call some high-up police contacts and have the cops visit and threaten me? In the course of which, they advised me to give up on reuniting with my wife and daughter and move on; that my looks didn't show my age (in a veiled reference to how I was still 'eligible') and in the end, take 500 from me after making me speak on the phone to Hari Gidwani, former cricketeer, respected member of Indian society and father of Radha Gidwani who married me without his knowldege and the complicity of her mother when all of us found out that she was already five months pregnant.
Or was it too easy to abuse me and my dead while denying my right to see my daughter from her tenth month of age and till date of this post.
Or was it too easy to leave me and stay with Hari Gidwani when I was jobless at the time and claim physical mental and financial torture after six months of no responses to my calls, mails and visits. Oh yeah, the visits where the guard at the gate was told that I was not to be allowed inside when I came to announce I had a good job.
Or was it too easy to to spurn all my approaches with sheer abuse. Abuse to which I reacted when I realized that my employment status or my bank balance weren't the reason to lie and take back your and the baby's things by telling me that I had to get a job before saying anything. I believed you but it was just 'something to say' so that I wouldn't create a scene. That it was internal family decision to mete out your brand of personal 'justice.'

Of course, it was too easy to deny any sight of my daughter who has since started talking and walking and whose single birthday I have not witnessed on the basis of the fact that you are paying for her upbringing. Now, if you won't let me share in her life by saying I haven't spent anything on her; while at the same time doing your best to kick me out of her life all together, you still need to be pointed at double standards!
Of course, you proved that possession is indeed, nine-tenths of the law. What am I supposed to do? I am not going to hurt you and consequently her. I am not going to kidnap her in any form, not since the way you tricked me with your sugar-coated approach ('You do realize that the baby needs her clothes and things.'). Nor can I give her as much in the ruins of what my life is at the end of all these circumstances where I had no one, no money and no wealthy or visible family structure around me. All that went to pieces after the first time you left me after a fight where you called your father and he tried to get me arrested on a false dowry charge. Better she, Lavanya, grows up with her surviving set of grandparents and mother, well-fed and lied to about her father. My family aspirations are dead since you two left. 
Of course, you are hoping my pride and my habits will kill me before you have to deal with any comebacks in the future. Of course, you left me to do to myself, most of the things you cannot. But you know what? I have rehabilitated myself. I won't drink myself to death, nor am I going to endlessly abuse you. I will exist, always, as mud in your eye, an eventual reminder of a world that does not end, people who can be bent and forced but won't stay silent. Since now I have come to realize that I am not like you. I am not going to do the same things you do, just to retaliate. Come to think of it...now picture this, your father's team looses and you are in the stands facing jeering opposition fans. What would you do? May I tell you? You will do what you have learned and what you did to me, shout just enough abuse back and leave. Well, the only reason you have to continue to abuse me is that you fear what I might stand for. Not that your 'fathers team' team has lost. In fact, you guys win. I choose to give in to keep myself alive in the prayer of a different tomorrow.
You wouldn't understand. You will think the world is like who you are, somebody who has to constantly fight to keep what they own because there are others who are bent on taking it away. Well, if you ever loose everything like I did, you might understand that this life is actually a dream within a dream, but more about that in another unrelated (to this) post.