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The Dining Table Mafia

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My sons and daughter in law have decided that I am incapable of looking after myself.  It doesnt help matters that I love to cook – exotic stuff, if I repeatedly do dal+ghia+roti, I sleep walk through the cooking process, and the food is forgettable.  Blech!  Even I wouldnt eat what I dish out!

Any how – Kid#1 has decided I am a LIABILITY.  He has started checking out elderly ladies, you know the ones bent over with osteoporosis, or walking with the help of walkers and pointing them out to me.  Such a darn waste!  At his age he should be checking out PYTs.  Youth these days ….

Khair

He tells me that I am going to turn out to be like them, if he does not take matters into his hands.  Hence I am surrounded by the DINING TABLE MAFIA.  Every one at home (the two legged variety) are a part of it.  Our live-in help is quizzed about what I had for breakfast, what I took in my lunch box …. at dinner they scrutinize my plate and stop me from taking seconds.

HALP!!!!

I love dal chawal, rajmah, kadhi, aloo tarkari, koftas, palak paneer.  And of course my much maligned aloo gobhi which they threaten they will stop letting me cook.  Food is manna …. and the mafia is rationing it out to me in miniscule portions.

DIL has ruled that every time I drink tea after 8 pm, and every time I eat the dal chawal with my fingers I am fined Rs.100

There ought to be a law against grown sons and daughters trying to take controls out of your hands.

On one hand I feel immense joy and pride at such loving concern

On the other, I wanna kill them

They hid all the chocolate and put protein bars in the chocolate box in the fridge!

Dammit

The Great Indian Joint Family

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Once upon a time, not so long ago, there was a smart, attractive professional lady.  Her marriage was arranged to one smart attractive professional gentleman.  Together they built their marriage under the huge umbrella of the Great Indian Joint Family.

The first few years were heaven.  They both worked together, went on vacation all over the world, their home had all the amenities that are deemed necessary in the modern day life style.  Then slowly everything began to change.  The lady had more qualifications than the gentleman.  Her annual income was slightly more than that of her husband.  The modern professional gentleman could not take it any more.  So the torture started.  Small things, publically belittling his wife in company, flirting with other women in full view of his wife, making day to day life difficult for her, tantrums if she was late from work …… all that which finally led to her giving up her job.

She got depressed, stopped reading, stopped looking after herself.  She wandered around in that huge house a shadow of her former self.  Other members of the family noticed the change but wondered if they should interfere or not.

This state of affairs would have continued for ever …… the lady sacrificing herself for the sanctity of her marriage, the man a victim of his own ego.  But another lady stepped in.  The Saas.

Her mother in law was not highly qualified, had barely studied upto Class VIII.  She enquired into the reasons for this change in her Bahu.  She even got lawyers home.  She bullied her son to take an appointment with a marriage counsellor.  Threatened to get a divorce for her daughter in law.  It was an uphill task that lasted three stormy years.

It all ended today.

The Bahu has joined World Bank at a very senior position.

Her husband has not made any objections.

The mother in law is quietly triumphant.

She said in her unassuming practical way “Anyaya vekhan vaala anyaya karan vale to vadda paap karda hai”

(The witness of oppression is a greater sinner than the oppressor)

Thank you Madam – you have added to my unshakeable belief in the power of a mother