Sorry for
being late. You can blame it on the type of person that I am, procrastinator,
lazy and laid back.
Going through the karvachauth posts, seeing the merriment
around and witnessing the excitement some of my colleagues and neighbours have
shown, I felt lonelier than usual. It was not the depressing loneliness, just a
little sad reminder. You have some bad days in a relationship. You just have
them more frequently if you are in a long distance. Switching on the TV didn't
help. This whole debate about whether Karvachauth is a celebration of love and
faith or a pure antifeminist mission to suppress women gave me a headache. The
male panellists seemed frustrated on lack of their respective wives' devotion
to them, the females certainly were not fasting. The anchor was not particularly
handsome either. No reasons to keep watching this mindless drama.
Before
you judge me, I am not anti karvachauth. I don't observe it myself, I wish I
did. Plainly because the other fast I observe for the same reason is tougher
and less romantic. Hartalika Teej requires me to stay hungry and thirsty for
almost 24 hours and there are not many romantic rituals involved at the end of
it. At the same time, I don't judge women who don't fast for the so called
"longevity" of their spouses. To each, Her own.
Blame it on the type of person that I am,
distracted and unfocused.
All this talk of fasting reminds me of my mother and
a peculiar incident from her past. Without even realising, or giving her due
credit for, I have inherited her madness. Double fold may be, as she calls it.
She had ideas about how she wanted to raise her kids, wanted a daughter, had a
logical approach and when my father gave her the freedom to do things on her
own, she proved to be quite independent. Yes, madness it was in those times.
I was a
much loved, much welcomed toddler when a fast, famous in north India, fell.
It's called 'Jeetiya'. Mothers observe this fast for the ‘well being of their
sons’. My mother's interpretation for the same was ‘well being of the
children’. So she wished to fast for me. My grandmother was appalled. After
all, I was a girl. It could have been a bad omen, what if my mother could not
conceive a son after that? She strictly refused. My mother was adamant too. She
declared that she would not fast for son either, in future. I don't think
anyone took her seriously. So after few years, when my brother was born, mum
was asked to fast for him. She smirked and refused (well, this is my
imagination now. Can't imagine her smirking, being the good girl that she was.)
Her logic was same. She loved all her kids the same. I do not know the kind of
reaction she faced, because she never told me. She never used to tell me
anything negative about anyone as long as I was impressionable. She had
justified the stance of my grandmother too. But let's leave that story for some
other day.
Does it
matter if she fasted for my brother or not? Certainly not. He could not care
less. Has it made a difference in my life? Most definitely. If she had fasted
for me too, probably it would have had the same impact on me. The point was,
she loved me as much as she loved my brother. She loved me enough to raise a
voice. She loved me enough to make a statement that no one is allowed to treat
me any different than a male child. By their actions, my parents proved this
time and again.
I have always had a feeling that I am special.
I was loved, sought after and prayed for even when I was a foetus. So as a full
grown human being, I deserve to take decisions, make choices and have a say. My
parents loved me irrespective of my gender. In fact, I am pampered a little
more by the virtue of being a girl.
So you can understand how false and deceitful
the words of those panelists sounded to my ears. These fasts and festivals in
my culture have more to do with emotions. In stories like mine, in a different
way than imagined. Let's leave it at that.
Remember, To each, his own!
Wonderful shweta... Love aunty even more :)
ReplyDeleteThank you darling. Mums are special. Aint they :)
DeleteMy favourite line..
ReplyDelete"So as a full grown human being, I deserve to take decisions, make choices and have a say. My parents loved me irrespective of my gender. In fact, I am pampered a little more by the virtue of being a girl."
We do indeed! ♥
Loved it!
Thanks Darling :)
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