Showing posts with label relationship. Show all posts
Showing posts with label relationship. Show all posts

Saturday, 22 June 2013

Why Your Daughter’s Marriage Shouldn’t Be Your Biggest Dream For Her

“When are you going to start saving? Don’t forget there’s a girl growing up in the house..”, countless wives have been reminding their husbands in Indian households and sometimes on TV screens. Parents in the country place too much emphasis on marriage. And if you’re a girl, this gets doubled. The moment the doctor announces the gender, the planning starts, the saving starts. And more importantly, the worrying.
Because of the pervasive dowry system that devours most families by attaching itself to destructive notions of what constitute status, honor and respect, this directly affects the family’s management of financial resources and how girls are brought up. An unmarried daughter becomes a burden to be removed which in turn subjects her to differential treatment. Giving your daughter’s marriage utmost importance means everything you do for her is ultimately influenced by this concern. You either don’t educate her beyond a basic level because you don’t have enough money to spend on both (and clearly you’ve decided marriage is to be given the bigger priority), or you educate her (often according to your own wishes rather than hers) with the prospect of fetching a well qualified groom so that she can be ‘sent off’ to a ‘respectable’ home.

 Placing emphasis on marriage means raising girls in a manner primarily aimed at moulding them into a societal expectation of what an ideal bride or wife should be like, instead of fostering and encouraging individual characteristics. And in a patriarchal society, these demands are never free of misogyny. The perfect wife looks like Aishwarya Rai, talks like Mother Teresa and is willing to be submissive like Sita. She is unambitious, unassertive, unaware or not demanding of her rights, and has been blessed with extra invisible hands to successfully manage all household work and (increasingly) also a job without the slightest complaints. Girls then are taught from a young age to value their looks more than their talents and skills, to place their career aspirations or financial independence secondary to the need for being married at the ‘right’ time and having kids, and to perpetuate this vicious cycle through their own daughters, all the while carrying a burden of living up to the good girl myth so as to not ‘invite’ rape, lest they become used goods. Because rape is something that is given to us when we “ask for it”, and the unit of measurement of a woman’s worth is virginity. Right?
Imposing one’s dreams on another human being and wanting them to strictly fulfill them for you is a pretty selfish expectation and even a messed up form of ‘love’ (which is how people usually like to rationalize it). This stems from the perception that holds children as properties of parents and in particular, a woman’s identity only in relation to a man. It’s somewhat similar to indoctrinating kids into the parents’ religion at an impressionable age and closing the doors of curiosity, only even more violating. While one may be able to completely break free from religious beliefs at least on a mental level, the social costs of leaving an unsuccessful marriage in a patriarchal culture are many, especially if you’re a woman. Being a father-in-law or a grandmother is a privilege, not a right. But having the freedom to decide whether we want to give our parents that privilege is a right no one should be denied, because the decisions involved would first and foremost affect ourselves.
Not to mention the oppression it puts out for women who don’t fit into the supposed standards. Lesbian women, disabled women, trans/queer women, those wishing to stay single or those who want to have a partner but not get married. Women with physical disabilities constantly deal with ableist attitudes that infantilise them or treat them as less of a woman. Imagine the look of horror on the father’s face when he tells his daughter they’re going to start looking for a suitable match and her response is, “I hope she will let me keep my job.” Thankfully, we have an effective homophobic climate in place to avoid any such awkward situations. It’s simple, we just force them into repressing their sexuality and entering an arranged heterosexual relationship!
Marriage is not the ultimate purpose of a female life. I’ll say that again, it really isn’t. It’s only a part of it, and a choice some women wish to make while some women don’t. The important thing is they should have the liberty to do so without being coerced or emotionally blackmailed. This has absolutely nothing to do with their ‘worth’ as a person. Meaning, purpose and fulfillment in life can be found in a billion ways and if your daughter wants to include marriage at some point in that list, fine. If not, that should be fine as well. Give her education, good morals, encourage her to pursue her passions, let her celebrate her sexuality and uniqueness. The rest should be up to her. After all, if it is your daughter’s welfare that you wish for, then start by placing the control of her future in her own hands.

Wednesday, 19 June 2013

I am Indian!!!

I am Indian.

The Indian film industry produces almost 3000 movies a year.


95% of them are love stories of some sort or the other.

The same society that consumes thousands of love stories for its weekly entertainment, has an arranged marriage rate of 80%+ in urban middle-class areas, and ~100% in rural areas. Inter-caste and inter-faith marriages are almost like a statistical error.

They are the same people who feel no cognitive dissonance when they go about denouncing dating and love-marriages as a hedonistic, narcissistic western fabrication trying to destroy Indian society. Even as they bankroll and spend thousands of rupees watching movies depicting individuals overcoming social norms (of some sort or the other) to find true love.

This disturbs me very deeply. It makes me think that as a society, we have become so utterly jaded that what we think of egocentric requited love is analogous to what a westerner thinks of magic in the Harry Potter series.

A pleasant distraction, a nice idea, but at the end of the day- an unattainable fantasy.

Monday, 6 May 2013

LOVE AND INDIAN SOCIETY: A LIVELY DEPICTION WITH NURSERY RHYMES

Love has been a four lettered word in conservative Indian households for more reasons than just the actual letter count. But that was 30 years back. Things have been changing rapidly with the onset of globalization. But India is a complex multilayer-d  society with the changes penetrating at varied extent at different strata levels in an already highly heterogeneous society. So what I would attempt is to present how a typical conformist individual from a conservative middle class family would find love. I have tried to use the medium of English nursery rhymes to portray the same to keep the narrative a bit lively.

Let us start where it all begins: when the parents feel their children have reached marriageable age.


Little Jack Horner
Sat in the corner,
Eating a Christmas pie;
He put in his thumb,
And pulled out a plum,
And said 'What a good boy am I”

At this stage, the boy and girls are rather naive and obedient. Or at least the parents expect them to be so. At this point, the process begins. The parents approach a matchmaker/relatives.

Match maker, Match Maker, where have you been?
I've been down to Chennai to visit the girls’ dad keen.
Match maker, Match Maker, what did you there?
I frightened a little girl, under her chair


Once the match maker finds a match, the parents of the boy and the girl interact.

Bah, Bah a black Sheep,
Have you any Wool?
Yes merry have I,
Three Bags full,
One for my master,
One for my Dame,
One for the little Boy
That lives down the lane


The black sheep (the girl’s dad) promises goodies for the master (the boy’s dad), the dame (the boy’s mom) and the little boy who lives down the lane. (The bridegroom) Next it is time to introduce another key actor in the process: the astrologer.

Twinkle, twinkle, little star,
How I wonder what you are!
Up above the world so high,
Like a diamond in the sky


The astrologer consults the stars and decides if the stars want the marriage to take place or not and on what date and time. With this done, we move to the next phase: the girl and the boy begin to interact over the phone. The girl is very curious about her future husband.

Johnny Johnny
Yes papa
Alcohol?
No papa.
Smoking?
No papa
Girlfriends?
Ha ha ha


Once this phase gets over, we approach the actual day of the marriage.

Humpty Dumpty sat on a wall,
Humpty Dumpty had a great fall.
All the king's horses and all the king's men
Couldn't put Humpty together again


On the day of the wedding the bridegroom would be placed on the marriage altar in front of the fire place like Humpty Dumpty. And who said one can only fall in love? One can fall in marriage as well. Once he is into it, his whole life changes and no one can put him together again. With the marriage done, the girls’ parents sadly bid farewell to their daughter.

Little Bo-Peep has lost her sheep,
And can't tell where to find them;
Leave them alone, And they'll come home,
Wagging their tails behind them

The girls’ parents are left feeling like Little Bo-Peep having lost their daughter as the daughter heads for the honeymoon with her husband.

Jack and Jill went up the hill
To fetch a pail of water.
Jack fell down and broke his crown
And Jill came tumbling after.


With the budgetary constraints of a middle class family, the honeymoon can be a bit too adventurous at times and the newly married Jack and Jill may have to overcome quite some obstacles. And then tiding through various obstacles they manage to sail through one full year.

Mary had a little lamb,
little lamb, little lamb,
Mary had a little lamb,
whose fleece was white as snow.


The stork comes and delivers the little lamb to the family as love finally begins to blossom between the couple.

With such a long and elaborate pre love process, no wonder from here on love has only one direction to go.
Though I don't agree that marriages in India last longer than those abroad. That is simply because women abroad are financially and emotionally more independent than women in India. And they KNOW that marriage is not everything. Indian women on the other hand, believe they have no choice, and certainly no world beyond their 'pati-dev' therefore they just put up with everything.

Again, we are confusing marriage with love. Just because a couple is married need not mean they are in love. They just agree to tolerate one another ;-) in easy companionship. OR for the sake of their children!!! neither of these means they are in love :-) with each other. Anyways Indian women are changing too... But it would be an Long process to break the myths.

Sunday, 5 May 2013

THERE IS ALWAYS A RAINBOW AFTER THE RAIN

This is your life, hold on tight.

Nobody in life is ever perfect. We make mistakes at every step and these mistakes only define and mould us. Our hearts have their own mindsets which is way beyond difficult to Change. Nobody here is really judge-mental still they try to judge the book by its cover and often lead to interpretations. Often in life we get a heartbreak.

Especially in this young age: A disastrous heartbreak , a sad rejection, continuous ignorance, failures in life goals, maybe not getting into that place you want, it seems as if we are failing this test of life. We let ourselves down in every other way. All we could do is find fault in ourselves. We wander in the search of perfectness and all we get is more and more rejection in life. Because our definition of perfect doesn't even exist in reality. We always feel disappointed, brought down and discouraged. But actually our mistake and stupidities make us realize a lot, it makes us a lot stronger person from inside. We get a lot to learn.

Life is full of lessons and mysteries. Achieving perfection is nothing but a myth. Only way we can achieve it is by making our own meaning of it. We are only humans. We hurt ourselves, hurt others, smile, make others smile, make mistakes, have insecurities, moments of joy, hidden pains and secrets, love and get broken and want to reach the top. Life is what you Make of it. You only get that back. Life shouldn't be wasted on thinking how perfect it could be. People can blabber all day all night about miseries and give you advices about your life but in the end all that matters is your own decisions and beliefs. Even after laying the blue prints you need to work hard to execute the plan. Maybe your life may not go as you wanted it to because God is giving you something way better and maybe while crying for that one closed door you may not realize hundred open ones. Never lose hope.

THERE IS ALWAYS A RAINBOW AFTER THE RAIN. Same is in our life too. Don't regret when you get too old, because you are only getting this life once. Make the most of it. Cry for the loss but don't let it overpower you. Let it make you stronger.

So from today start loving life and accepting it as it comes.

Friday, 3 May 2013

The Beauty Of A Woman: A Poem



The beauty of a woman
isn't in the clothes she wears,
The figure that she carries,
or the way she combs her hair.

The beauty of a woman
must be seen from in her eyes;
Because that's the doorway to her heart,
the place where love resides.

The beauty of a woman
isn't in a facial mole;
But true beauty in a woman,
is reflected by her soul.

It's the caring that she cares to give,
the passion that she shows;
And the beauty of a woman
with passing years only grows.

The Strength Of a MAN: A Nice Poem

The strength of a man
isn't seen in the width
of his shoulders.
It's seen in the width
of his arms that circle you..

The strength of a man
isn't in the deep tone
of his voice.
It's in the gentle
words he whispers...

The strength of a man
isn't how many buddies he has.
It's how good a buddy
he is with his kids...

The strength of a man isn't
in how respected he is at work.
It's in how respected
he is at home...

The strength of a man
isn't in how hard he hits.
It's in how tender
he touches...

The strength of a man
isn't in the hair on his chest.
It's in his Heart,
that lies within his chest...

The strength of a man
isn't how many women he's loved.
It's in can he be
true to one woman...

The strength of a man
isn't in the weight he can lift.
It's in the burdens
he can carry...