We are all this – and more, We are the women of India

The requirements for the Indusladies 2nd Annual International Women’s Day Blog Contest are as follows

We want you to blog about “A perspective on roles of Indian Women”. A Women plays a variety of roles in her life – daughter, sister, wife, daughter-in-law, mother, grand mother, employee and so on. Your blog post can address any particular angle with regards to those roles. Which role is the most important? Which role is she over-indexed on? Which roles limits her the most? Which role excites her the most? It can be a celebration, it can be a critique, it can be an aspiration, it can be an yearning, it can be anything.

With due respects, I have a big problem with the subject. Labels are so limiting and so are assigned roles.

Is a woman a sister? If so, then she only comes into her own when there is a sibling, and given the preference for male children in India, she only comes into her own neatly dressed and tying a rakhi on the wrist of a brother. Or perhaps someone whose honor a brother has to protect by fending away eve teasers. And given the sad truth of today’s India, someone, whose brother went too far and killed because that is just what she is to him, his honor! But that is not what a woman is. She is much more than that. She is a person, a real person who has as much right to live as her brother, and as much right to choice as he has.

Is a woman a daughter? Is she just that? Then she is just expense and a burden. Her poor parents would have to arrange for a huge dowry for her, get her married off to a “suitable” groom. Yes, they would have to buy a groom for her with that dowry … and then when the deal goes sour, they would have to keep sending her back to the house in which she is tortured by her greedy in laws. May be it won’t be that grim. May be she will be kept in comfort, even “allowed” to run the house for her in-laws, though they would strictly supervise her and monitor what she wears, how she cooks, where she spends her husband’s money, whom she befriends. After all, she is the “ghar ki izzat” And then the parents will be sad, since her visits to her parental house would be curtailed to a minimum, but they will console themselves by saying, “Daughters are paraya dhan, and they should let her be … since she appears to be happy at her in-laws”. No, daughters are much more than that, they are members of their birth family for life – and should be given equal rights and responsibilities.

A wife? Our shastras speak about a wife being an ardhangini, a valued partner. But is that the ground reality? A sex doll, a slave, a cook, a over worked home manager, and sometimes a punching bag. And if she is a working woman, an additional income to which she has no rights. I know of cases where a woman cooks for her stay at home in-laws, packs lunch boxes and then goes to work – and she does not even get to enjoy the money she earns, because her in-laws manage the budget of the house.

A daughter in law – well I have said what I have to in the para about daughters ….

A mother … hmmm You know what I heard once – A mother in law telling a daughter in law “Tu toh zameen hai, fasal jo upjegi, voh humari hai” Translation “You are just the soil, the fruit of your womb is ours not yours” Yes, this was my mother-in-law to me …. Is that true? Really? Of course not! But that is what the common perception is …

A grandmother – someone who is expected to serve, pamper, tell stories and other wise ignored.

No, I am not being negative. These are the ground realities in many situations. This is why I am against assigned roles. It is just like saying a man is expected to be a provider, and impregnate his wife and protect the honor of the women in his family. What if the man has a medical problem and cant produce babies?  What if he is unable to hold a job?  What if he is far away and God forbid, he can’t protect his women in danger? Does he stop being a man?

A woman is all of the above and more. She is the anchor of her home, she is someone who makes a home come alive. I have two sons, and believe me, my house became a home only after my son got married. The feminine touches, the giggles, the flowers in unexpected nooks, the shiny blue ribbon forgotten on a dining table – these are stuff that breathe life into a home.

A woman is the female energy that is needed to balance the world which is – right now undervaluing it completely. We worship goddesses but do not respect the same female form when we see it in real life. Yes we are women, Wives, Mothers, Daughters etc … but that is not all we are. We need to look beyond and truly believe, we are more. We are 50% if not more of the population of humans in this world, without us the world can not function. So let us not limit ourselves. We have important strengths

* mental strengths, such as the instinct to manage scarce resources

* identity strengths, which maintain strong values under pressure

* emotional strengths, such as anticipating the effects of decisions

* relational strengths, with an emphasis on win-win solutions

These have nothing to do with roles. These have everything to do with being a woman.

I tag the following

Monika Manchanda

Indian Home Maker

Shail

Indusladies 2nd Annual International Women’s Day Blog Contest

It has been a long time since Jey Ilyempandi who owns Indus Ladies (a forum for women) and I conversed. I was pleasantly surprised to receive a mail from him today asking me to help spread the word about a Women’s Day blog contest. Older followers of the blog may remember that I had moderated a Mother’s Day contest for him a few years back.

I don’t know what I normally do on Women’s Day apart from bitch. No, I am not a feminist, I just think that the current equation between the two sexes is badly skewed in favor of men. Not fair ….

Dear readers follow the link to the contest. Do participate. I intend to, since it offers a cash prize of Rs.10,000/- Heck, now I have something to look forward to on Women’s Day apart from an annual bitch fest!

Yup, I am participating.

Science of Adjust and Jugaad

This is India. Women of India function with two great tools, Jugaad and Adjust. I guess if you give Jugaad a good hard look it turns out to be the cousin of Adjust. As a woman one encounters Adjust often enough. Somehow women are viewed as brainless and malleable. We are stuff to be moulded, and if we protest, then we are suppressed strongly.

So what is Adjust? It is something a girl child learns very early in life. I learnt it when I was six and was trying to stand on my head with my legs waving in the air. My frock was around my tummy and my panties were in full view. My shocked mother ran out of the house and hauled me indoors for a lecture. I was a girl and I had to adjust. I could not behave like my brother and cousins. Ma said, “Little girls have to be tamed so that they can grow into good women.” That is also the first memory I have of jugaad. I implemented it. I started wearing my brother’s shorts.

Jugaad as per urban dictionary :To arrange for something that will help accomplish a particular task.

Hindi: Yaar woh website ka login chaheye, kuch jugad lagao!

English: I need a login to that website, do some jugad

As per Wikipedia “Jugaad” is also a colloquial Hindi word that can mean an innovative fix, sometimes pejoratively used for solutions that bend rules, or a resource that can be used as such or a person who can solve a vexatious issue.

As I grew up, I started encountering “Adjust” in all spheres of life. I could not fly kites, play football or cricket, even marbles and gilli danda. These were games I loved. I hated hop scotch, cowries and other girly games. But I had to adjust, I was a girl. Jugaad came to my rescue. I went out with the girls but then slipped away to play boys’ games. Curfew was set at 6 p.m. for me, I learnt how to climb walls and jump in from windows or climb up to the roof.

Marriage happened, and I still continued to be … well, me! In-laws screamed at me, got husband to scream at me too. I was a daughter in law and could not wear jeans, sleep late, had to cook their meals or wash their clothes, (all this prior to reaching the school I taught in early in the morning). I hired cooks and servants as jugaad. Sigh, in-laws love to preach but don’t like to practice. I hired, they fired and the slanging match continued. Then they wanted me to give up my job. I did the ultimate jugaad. I chose to live separately. What can I say? That did not work either.  I had too many issues by then, and he thought he was doing me a big favor by granting me the permission of setting up my own home.

Well “Adjust” only works if both sides adjust. Otherwise it is just a pretty name for suppression. The moment someone says “Adjust” I hear sirens of ambulances or fire engines. My mind starts working overtime, looking for a suitable jugaad.

I have a question I’d like to ask every person who has asked his spouse to adjust or tried to get a high spirited daughter to adjust. Why do we educate girls, empower them to think for themselves, earn and compete with boys if we want them to be tethered to outdated customs? Why do we give them half-freedom? We tantalize them with a whiff of fresh outside air, and then say, “No, you can’t take a touring job”, or (as in my case) “You can go to work, but you will have to cook breakfast and pack lunches for every one, including your stay-at-home mother in law, and the two dogs, before you go to school at 7 a.m.”

Other strictures of the ‘adjust” kind include, “You have to cover your head in front of male members of the house”, “You have to wait until every one has eaten and then eat”, “You have to turn in all the money you earn” etc etc.

And then they say that women are sly. You made us compete with boys, you made us believe we are equal (of course we are!) and then you tell us ADJUST!

Of course we are sly! We have had to lie, manipulate, coerce, use wiles to even breathe that fresh air that you of the previous generation tantalized us with.

Women’s Web has organized a contest entitled The Great Adjustment Story and has also given us 3 Adjustment Stories. Do check them out.

This post won the second prize in the Women’s Web Contest.

Thanks Women’s Web!

What Men Want

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I actually researched for this blogpost! In simpler language, it means that I asked my sons what they want in life ….. (and from the ladies in their lives! :P ) Damn, the replies were interesting!

1. Peace and quiet …. humph! Considering that both the women in the house go out to their respective offices, the only noise in the house is made by them and them dratted dogs.

2. A simple life. Now this one was a hoot. A simple life means a 70 inch TV in the bedroom, with Sports on, beer and chicken tangri on the side. Oh yes, the wife and mother are not allowed to get to the remote.

3. Men want to scratch their balls without their women cribbing about it. Yes, it is a physical problem and they are dealing with it in the only way it has to be dealt with, so look the other way ladies!

4. Men understand that their women are not little girls. They can open doors and even put the toilet seat down when they need to use the loo. Stop cribbing.

5. While on the subject of cribbing, men would like it very much if they asked a girl “How was your day?” and get a one word reply “Fine!”

6. Men think that today’s women are strong, bold and beautiful. They would not mind it if they also paid for some of the meals they ate together. While on the subject of independence men want a woman who is not demanding, does not get clingy all the time, has her own life and likes it that men do too.

7. Men would like the woman to not nag, which means that not comment about the weight gain, back seat drive or even doubt their ability of getting anything done.

8. Ultimate desire for male equality ….. GPS in a male voice.

9. Men would like to be able to buy the latest Gizmo without having to explain to their women why they need it.

10. WWE and TNA is not Neanderthal. It is sport. Guys would like ladies to please understand that.

11. Men want women to learn how to accept compliments. If a man says that you are looking hot, the reply is not, “Oh, but I have put on weight”, or, “Oh but this color is so dull.” The correct reply is “Thank you”.

12. The only thing that looks good on the German Shephard is a collar with spikes. Do not dress up the dog in a cute poncho or make it wear ear rings and tiara.

13. Shorts and tanktops in the bedroom=Ossumness, second only to wearing skin and a wide smile. No granny nightgowns please

14. Porn is good for mental and emotional health. Do not make a face.

15. Men want to be able to check out the hot stuff in the room without their partner throwing a hissy fit. It is just like window shopping for women. They are just programmed that way.

16. Please pick up some recipes from my Mom! (This one is from the foodie in the Phoenix House aka Kid#2)

So what have I been up to?

Sorry guys, not been blogging for some time, was not in a happy place – am still trying to say AAL IS WELL! but my brain is way to smart.  It just replies in a cheeky and irreverent way Ghanta all is well!

Sigh!  Kya karen, brain hai ki maanta nahin.

Thing is that I have been diagnosed as diabetic.  I know, its no big deal, just requires management of food.   I have lived fifty years in a deep warm loving relationship with carbs and rich Punjabi food. …. Hey 50 years is not a bad innings so to say.  Sadly, now I have to divorce bhaturey, basmati rice and aloo paranthas if I wanna see my sixties and seventies.  So I have been feeling glum.  For a person who is a foodie, this is a big huge deal.

Stop ROFLing Kid#1  You told me to write a blog post!  And yes I am a drama queen I revel in being so!

Here’s a pome – a pome on aging that I wrote while I was bidding goodbye to all the peanut butter and lemon tarts in the world

In my Fifties

When did I end up getting old?

I never signed up for this

I haven’t done all I want to do

I haven’t learnt how to fish

My hair owes more to L’Oreal

Than the cash I owe the bank

Jog I can’t, I can barely amble

My happy has turned to crank

I forget the faces I know I’ve met

Their names just don’t come to me

After every meal, I need to rest

Otherwise I get really bitchy

In my mind’s eye I am two and oh

And my heart, it’s merely thirteen

But this stupid body has grown old

My spirit it tries vainly to demean

Two out of three ain’t that bad

Mind and heart you make me glad

And I can still sing, dance a light step

Aging ain’t bad if one is full of pep

Emosanal attyachaar : The Yin and Yan of it

This post is written for the indibloggers Emosanal Attyachaar competiton.  Please vote for me here

Sourav tagged me on Facebook and requested me to vote for his emosanal attyachaar post.  I voted (my default mode is nice) before I read it.  Gotta work on my default mode.  He has this pic up saying “Love Sucks”.  Really?  Soch Lo!!! Unless you’re having oral sex, love does not suck.  It shakes you up, goes through your bank balance like a tornado and sky rockets your cellphone bills but love does not suck at all.  I promised him a rebuttal.  He is sweet and said “Yeah, why not?”  Sourav, sweetheart here is my rebutt.

A.   I have bad taste in men.  I think this comes from the simple fact that I can not respect a guy who I can walk over.  And I am fiesty, spunky and generally have a mind of my own.  This mind of mine leads me into more trouble than any external circumstances could.  In fact my mind has got me into more trouble than my 38Ds and my charming looks.

Consider this …. I get into college and I get ragged.  The guys wanted me to tell them how I knew that my Dad was my Dad.  One single me and about twenty seniors (mostly boys)  surrounding me.  I was into my blush deeply and peer through my eyelashes act.  I was reveling the male attention and a good boy came and championed me.  He shooed away the guys.  Heck I did not need rescuing.  I have always been able to take care of myself.  What a downer.

Conclusion – girls are self sufficient, and “nice guys” can just somehow kill their party, so don’t help unless asked to.

B. Me and ex decided to split up.  I mean it was quite fair.  He kept his parental abode and I kept the kids.  I agreed to not ask him for money provided he got him and his family out of my life.  All this happened in saner moments when we were not screaming, calling each other names and breaking all the crystal and china in our home.  Yeah, we are mature people like that.  So ex moved to foreign land and I moved into another colony.  Ex’s friends (many of them) decided that they could console me and have me cry on their shoulder and seek solace in their beds.  And you know, each one of these smart men thought they were being discrete and their intentions were sooo honorable!  Talk about libido taking over your common sense.

Conclusion – girls are intelligent and “dumb guys” just need to think beyond their dicks to realize that women have brains too

C.  Nice is wishy washy, it can not disguise the fact that men are stronger than women and have advantages – their strength and (what pinches more) tradition.  When they try to do the nice guy act ….. Its like making a bear wear a bugs bunny dress.  The bear is still there and looks silly chomping carrots.  Women deeply distrust the bear, but find the bugs bunny dress cute.  But at the end of the day its all drama.

Women want a man who is strong, but he should work his muscles in the gym/ shifting furniture/opening the hard to open jars.  Women do not want him to do a Rahul Mahajan on their bodies.

If by “nice guy” you mean the kind that grovels at a woman’s feet ~ dude how low would you want to stoop for a fuck? And if by nice guy you mean the sort that let’s a girl walk over him ~ you simply won’t score.  A girl isnt gonna sleep with you if you let her walk over you.  C’mon be a man, be yourself, be the one who a smart, savvy and liberated woman would love to be seen out with.  No one owns any one in this day and age.  We partner the person we care for.

Conclusion – girls and guys are yin and yan.  No one needs to play games or sign ownership papers

Sourav, this is my rebuttal, I tag you on this

P.S. : I stand by all that I have written – but it is my opinion.  If there are folk who don’t agree with this …. folk you simply have bad taste.

Sexism and Sports Part 2

I don’t know about any one else but I am appalled by the recent scandal in Indian Hockey. Apparently coach Kaushik was under the impression that the entire team was his harem and he was at liberty to proposition them, molest them, use them for his pleasure as it suited him. We have been hearing time and again of the sorry state of affairs in national sports – what with players being made to wash the floors of the officials rooms, fetching water in pails for the coach etc etc, and the blatant disregard that the officials and the Sports Ministry treat these rumors with. Sports Authority of India has appointed a coterie of its own flunkies to examine the charge. Its a bloody joke!

I am not a political person. Heck I dont know the rights and wrongs of the matter at all, but I feel that the officials exist only because there are people willing to play and win matches. The sad thing is that most of these athletes come from rural and weaker economic backgrounds and they don’t speak up. If they do, their career is over, thanks to these very officials.

In Ahmedabad, another coach of the SAI Centre at Gandhinagar threw out 11 tribal girls who were from rural areas and did not know anything apart from hockey, without any explanation or even informing their school and parents This was just a day after the sexual harassment case being headlined. As usual the coach and the Sports Authority of India are unavailable to answer to allegations.

You know what I think? I think the Sports Ministry and the officials think they can do what they please. They treat simple courtesy, humanity, law, media and such like things as jokes.

Sports is all about nationalism, discipline and pride for the country. This has been badly subverted.

All this is happening just as the Commonwealth Games are about to begin. I only hope our country does not fall flat on its face – in spite of the officials going out of their way to ensure that it does.

What’s Motherhood Like?

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I wrote this poem when I was barely more than a child myself and I had my first son …. it does not rhyme ….. but I would not change the words for anything in this world

Sometimes it’s that back pain
Those countless sleepless nights
Sometimes its sore nipples
And stitches in sensitive places

Sometimes its weight gain and dark circles
Of course its poopy diapers, smell of sour milk
It’s a dusty messy home, toys and feeders scattered
Its uncooked dinners, and a sink full of dishes

And then there are tears, sometimes the baby’s
But very often it’s me who is crying
But when I look at him, my heart bursts
I’m sure it will splatter around this messy room

I love him, more than anything, anyone
Sometimes motherhood is sheer joy
Sometimes it’s a milk soaked night shirt
Which I have to change in the middle of the night

Wish

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Purva was aware that people thought she was not too bright, but that was not something that she could help.  She had been this way since the time she had fever as a child.  But she was beautiful, and the only child of a very rich and powerful man.  Her father was aware of this lack of intelligence in her, and did everything to protect her, even after he had gone.  One day when she was barely seventeen years old, he had introduced her to a young and ambitious young man, her husband.  One look at his handsome face, she had been smitten.  They got married soon.  He was a go-getter, charming and dynamic.  She vaguely realized that her father had taken him up as a son and was training him to take care of  his entire business after he was gone.  She was lucky, all her wishes were granted. All that she ever wanted was dolls to dress up.  But a husband was fine too.

Yes, she had a girl’s brain, ever since that childhood fever, and she never outgrew her love for dolls.  Time flew, her children grew up, intelligent, smart and brought up by governesses, sent to hostels.  The babies grew up into sharp, capable strangers.  She grew lonely.  It was nothing that she could pin-point.  Her husband was unfailingly courteous, if she spoke, he listened politely.  He was always patient with her, but even her dim brain realized that there was something missing.  She wished she knew what it was that she was missing.

Her father had been a very rich man, but her husband made the business really flourish.  They were billionaires now.  She was so proud of her husband, and thanked her Krishna doll a million times for sending him into her life.  She wished her father was alive to enjoy her husband’s success.

Then rumors started.  It seemed her husband had a girlfriend.  A lady friend pointed out the woman to her.  She was tall, slim and smart and had the most beautiful hair.  Purva’s father was dead, there was no-one she could run to for solace.  She sobbed her heart out in her dolls room.  Soon she got used to the idea.  But she wished she was smart and intelligent.

Her doll collection kept growing through the years.  Her sons brought her dolls, so did her husband, from various parts of the world.  She would sit and talk to the dolls for hours. She had doll figures of all of them, her sons, her daughters, her father and her husband.  Yes even her ~ the girl friend.

One day, she saw him with his girlfriend.  She was attending a kitty party in a 5 star hotel and she spotted them.  They were both sitting and entertaining an important foreign client.  His girlfriend said something and he threw his head up and laughed delightedly.  She left the kitty party abruptly.  He had never laughed like that with her.  She wished he would at least smile lovingly at her.

In her doll room, she picked up the girlfriend’s doll figure and threw it against the wall, beat it up and then fell to her knees and wept bitterly.  After a while, she got up, picked up the doll and placed it on a shelf.

That evening when she walked to the dinner table, the family was gathered, laughing and cracking jokes, most of which she did not understand.  He smiled gently at her and said “Purva, our company made an amazing business deal with that important international client.  He knows you love dolls, so he has sent you a beautiful doll from Iceland.”

She smiled and accepted the packed doll.  Then she kept sitting and staring at her plate blankly.

She wished she was dead.

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Gender Stereotypes : IHM’s tag

IHM comes out with the most interesting tags.  Here is what she says on her blog

Have you ever wanted something that is considered ‘manly’ ? Like a basketball, a cell phone, a dog, a camera or a new laptop? A new car or motor bike? Ever wanted to be a pilot? A doctor or not a nurse? And the manliest want of them all – The remote! ;)

As a kid did you enjoy playing with a bat and a ball?

There was a time when books were considered ‘manly’, women authors had to pretend to be men – would you say books are still rather manly – women should want to embroider and crochet?

She has a similar question for men.  Hop across and read the blogpost.

I must admit that I am guilty of doing a lot more than this, so it follows that I have more XY than XX chromosomes I guess.  So here are my politically incorrect choices that I revel in

1. I love motorcycles.  There was a time when I owned one, and used to service it myself.

2. I can change a flat tyre by myself.  Blame my Dad for it.  He felt that a person who wants to drive should know how to change a flat tyre and taught me how to do it.

3. I change fused bulbs myself at home, I am aware that people feel its a man’s job, but dont agree with that thinking.

4. I can fly kites, play gilli danda and am a marbles champ (at least I was once upon a time ;) heh!)

5. X rated jokes amuse me, they dont shock me at all.  I guess I am besharm that way.

6. I dont wear make up unless I have to.

7. I love technology … cellphones, gizmos, even those sensor lights fascinate me.

8. I love dogs, they are the best of God’s creatures

9. I dont wear jewellery unless I have to

10. Women’s magazines bore me, they have too many skinny models and too much jewellery and make up.  Plus they are so marriage centric.

Now I have to tag people

Monika

Ramit

Nethra

Vibhuti

Deepak

Tikuli

Meghana

Manna

Bikram

Advitiya

Shilpa Garg

Pins and Ashes

Deepti Raman