Wednesday, August 14, 2013

The bane of being a woman in India

“You go sit on the Kitchen floor!” Athaipatti condescendingly orders my sister to vacate her seat for me at the dining table. Later Amma tells me that old timers like her always preferred boys to girls for progeny. Poor Lalitha moved without protest.

Visiting a good friend’s home, I find his mother sitting on a mat laid out in the corner of the hall. A plate and tumbler are set aside for her. Upon inquiry I learn that she is “outside” for a set period. It is only later in time that I understand what it meant. A typical feature of the South Indian household, women have to endure this bizarre outcast-like treatment from menarche up until menopause, month after month. Episodically, they are considered impure and are not allowed to touch anything or anyone at home!

A family acquaintance, Doctor by profession, we learn later in life was violated by a group of men as an act of retribution aimed at her husband. If you asked Amma, she’d say that the lady was ‘spoilt’!

...My first memories of discrimination at home, growing up. Women across this great nation have, sadly, always resigned to fate when oppressed. Isn’t home the start to gender equality, respect for each other, education and empowerment?

Picture the typical company boardroom setup. The hosting VP calls for updates from across the room. When the lone lady presents her version, admittedly a bit sheepishly, the VP almost unflinchingly says, “Stick it up!” Cut to a similar setup, different company and different time. Women here are a minority. During an ensuing discussion, the MD makes a fleeting remark, “Sab Chutiye hain!”unmindful of the women seated around. Leave alone chivalry, basic etiquette was lacking, a clear sign of poor upbringing.
            In both of the aforementioned instances, the ladies either wore a stoic look or simply withdrew into a shell.

“F***, in time, you wouldn’t have to manage these babes. You are meant for a different role”, the Boss announces nonchalantly referring to my team of ladies. Thankfully, not in their presence!

Bapuji had once famously stated that India would be truly independent the day her womenfolk are able to walk uninhibited and fearless at midnight. That, unfortunately, is not a timeless piece. Women here, irrespective of age and time of day are liberally violated. Beyond doubt, even Bapuji would have been put to shame.

The movie Matrubhoomi: A Nation without Women (2003) is a futuristic take on a hamlet in North India that is inhabited by men alone. Thanks to every newborn girl child being sacrificed, men are left to double up for chores that are typically associated with women – cleaning, cooking, drawing water from wells etc. The men here are so frustrated that they resort to bestiality to douse the heat within. A family of 5 brothers is married to one woman in exchange for a sum. The ensuing horror is left to your imagination. The highpoint of the movie is in the total disregard for the woman except when in bed.

Internal party politics and apparent misogyny from various quarters persuaded the premier of a nation recently to step down in full public glare. That she did so with poise and dignity makes for a full-length blog. Other than the famed quartet in our country, why do you not see very many women in high places?

Out on the streets, men are killed (recall the Kegan-BBY incident) for protecting women. The opposite sex is a mere means to let off steam on-the-go (recall the Delhi rape incident)

Media does its bit in conveniently glamourising and de-glamourising her (recall the Arushi Talwar, Priyadarshini Mattoo, Jessica Lal cases). All of these ladies were widely reported in heightened frenzy. Whatever happened to those cases, no clue! Sheilas, Chikni Chamelis and their ilk have contributed abundantly to her commodification.


Dear God, 

Who am I to offer solutions? But I do have the right to share common sense. This plague of discrimination can be eradicated only through an all-round effort. Education, enforcement, enlightenment, empowerment et al need be packaged abundantly and appropriately. Castration, Electric chair, Hanging etc may not necessarily be deterrents.

Monday, August 12, 2013

Thottam house weakens!

Around 1984
“Koshava! Koshakumbara!”, the ever-rambunctious Ramettan chases the naughty lad (all of 6 years). Eventually the chase ends and Ramettan fondly embraces the lad. Favourite amongst all of Amma’s siblings, Ramettan always does his best to keep the lad and his sister in good spirits.
                                                                                                                                        

Around 1984 too
Chief amongst Ramettan’s chores is tending to the Cow and her calf. Every morning presents an invite to the lad to hop onto Ramettan’s able shoulders and scamper around Chandrashekarapuram. “Bada, bada!” Ramettan yells during the rounds.
                                                                                                                                 

Since first memories
“Mottai! Poovu parichiya?”The moniker (Mottai is a tonsured head, a custom followed upon the death of an elder) held good for either of the fraternal twins – Rama and Lakshmana. They acquired the name after the sad demise of Swarnam – Thottam house’s matriarch. Every morning, the twins take turns to tidy the numerous deities that adorned the ‘Swami room’. Flowers dotted the 21 cent-premise of Thottam house and every morning a sample of each would be presented at your feet.
                                                                                                                            


With time
Changing tides witness Ramettan switch over to medicine, as a med-representative. Every morning after the ritualistic ‘poojai’, he’d put on the un-ironed shirt over the ‘veshti’, hop over the ancient Hercules and race up to ‘paadhai’ (for convenience sake, the main road). Hardworking, he’d return only after an arduous 12-14 hrs at work. Sundays were meant for extra money via the occasional catering services’ call. A recent payslip (more like a crumb) reads his salary – Rs. 5121/- after all deductions!!!! How does one survive on such a paltry income in the 21st century! Between managing a falling house, a kid’s school and tuition fees and some meager savings, there is only so much.

                                                                                                                                              
1-Aug-2013
The peace across his face is palpable. And yet, even as he undertakes the sojourn from Thottam House, you can feel the energy, see him smile! It is time, time to get out of the make-shift bed and undertake a whole new journey. Amidst raging fires, Ramettan departs!
                                                                                                                                           


Dear God, 

Ramettan would present himself at the station every trip (to and fro). Fond memories of that radiant smile added to the promise of a pleasant stay at Thottam House.  August 2012 was the last time he'd be at the station. A terrible accident had rendered him unconscious for over 24 hours until death became him. ‘Ettan’ (read Ayton) is a common Malayali address for the elder.  I will miss the affection, the warmth you showered upon me, Raman Mama. You are like the vital limb that is now lost. Coming home to Thottam is never going to be the same again. 

Memories are all that remain. The above mentioned are, but, just fragments.

Despite several hardships, I cannot recall one instance when he stretched his hand out for help. Such was his steadfast grit. It was in his character to be cheerful and spread cheer. Pity! you needed him earlier than his time. 

Friday, November 2, 2012

Tertium comparationis

Dear God,

A recent conversation centered on true freedom, led me to a surprise finding. I may be wrong in my assessment. Nonetheless.

We are often weighed down by obligations, expectations, deadlines and responsibilities. Endless wants and desires only add to the misery. So what does one do - give up on material life and embrace hermitage? What about those who are dependent on you? What is to become of them?

Through the conversation, I kept thinking what else could be persuading us to live this kind of a life. If it was only a matter of relinquishing materialism and adopting total austerity, all of us may have done and lived it already. But even in austerity, the attachment remains - to meditation, to solitude, to wandering, to giving etc. So what makes a hermit different from me?

I realized that consciousness could probably be the culprit here. Because I am so aware of what is and isn't, I make choices. But imagine the mentally delinquent (I don't mean that offensively at all). He wanders aimlessly, lives for the day and enjoys his hard earned meal (albeit by begging). There is no societal pressure, no expectations, no one awaiting his return. Yet he lives - unmindful of the world around him and unconscious of anything.

I guess, the infant is a fine parallel - full of joy and glee until natural progression...

Consciousness, the killer in us!

Monday, July 30, 2012

Dear Prannoy Babu....

Dear God,

I have been looking up options to get this letter to Prannoy Roy. Twitter and FB give me only so much space. See if you can do something.

Thanks much!


Dear Prannoy Babu,


For the record, I started following 24X7 because your newscasters/scroller didn't yell at me. 24X7 provided the escape route from your competition whose USP is scream to open headlines, scream Breaking news and most importantly, thrust views on the audience. Worse still, at the end of the 9 o'clock broadcast, the head honcho of one of the leading news channels spells out his expert (read useless) advice on the topic that was covered. Yet another channel pits clowns from various quarters, gets them to fight and hurl epithets while the opinionated facilitator would mouth "Why can't you be honest?"


Now your channel did two things initially which attracted my patronage - did not sell news/opinions to me and most importantly, didn't yell at me. Also, you reserved your services for genuine exclusives.


It is with regret now though that I write to you about the failing standards at 24X7 too. Hitherto, your trump card is where my disgust starts. She seems to think of herself as the conscience keeper of the nation. We the people are mighty frustrated with an opinionated facilitator who derides panelists if their thoughts are not populist and who compulsively opines after every panelist's/participant's statement. In-a-sense is oft abused especially when her statements open and close with it. Her style of reporting is passe and cliched at best. Take for instance, her show on Robert Vadra. The questions asked were based on fictitious ideas. Hardly researched, it is inconsequential to the audience if he is ready to join politics yet or what his wife, mom-in-law and brother-in-law think of his foray. Throughout the course of the show, she kept pressing on questions based purely on conjectures and media's imagination. Or that episode covering 10 years of Godhra - she wipes tears while empathizing with the victim and family. Reporting ethics! Hello!?!?!


All of your newscasters are stylized on the aforementioned she, 'in-a-sense'. So much so that I have observed that some of your newscasters openly mimic her statements and posture on various shows. Highly distracting to say the least, I lose focus on news items and/or the panelists' views. 


Sir, a lot of stress is being laid on content, material and self-restraint. While that continues to be a challenge across most leading news channels in our country, I feel that is still secondary to the standard of newscasters. Barring a noteworthy few (Keshulay Bhattacharjee, Nidhi Razdan, Radhika Iyer, Priyanka Kakodkar and Pallav Bagla), I am afraid the rest are either clones or just dumb bimbettes with no prior contextual knowledge of a subject. Pronunciations, especially regional, sound pathetic coming from some of these clowns. A few of the newscasters leave long interludes between two words leaving one to wonder if they were choked. A few others lay unnecessary stress on words that hardly need any. Let's reserve content for another day. But may I interest you with an earlier precis here and a fellow blogger's thoughts here


A generation has grown up watching a classy Prannoy casting news in a manner exclusive to him alone. That be the case, is it unfair to expect his channel to be modelled after him? I do not know of your interest in day-to-day operations but if you take feedback seriously and would like to champion the cause of journalism (in its truest form), it is time for you to sit up, take notice and bring about a change in your system


I remain, yours sincerely.

Thursday, July 12, 2012

Eat it!

Dear God,

It was such a treat watching Mani Shanker Aiyar devouring Nirmala Seetharaman on last evening's episode of 'Left, Right and Center'.

In his words, "If we don't come to power, which is highly unlikely.....but Nirmala will continue to air her views from your studios" and "I can understand the opposition to the NAC but can't understand Nirmala's ignorance on the subject".

I am afraid I am becoming a fan of his. Hard nosed and snotty individuals deserve this treatment. Maybe I am perceptive and opinionated, but I don't appreciate the way Nirmala speaks. She is highly irritating.

Another name that I truly respect is Manish Tiwari. Amazing diction and what command over the language! His duels with Ravishankar Prasad are a treat. There is always some new phrase, idiom or a word to pick from his statements.

Saturday, July 7, 2012

Advantage Tennis

Dear God,

Regardless of the result, Sunday will witness History being made at Center Court.

All of Switzerland and perhaps all of Center Court will hope for a Champion to equal a record. Metaphorically, Federer will therefore walk toe-to-toe with his predecessor, the great Sampras. My generation will witness a hallmark event in the sport, a phenomenon that may not be destined for the less fortunate subsequent. So much so, Federer may become synecdochial to Tennis.

On the other hand, Britannia will hope that its favourite child and No.1 will persuade a shift in how the world views England's contributions. Will Sunday be kind to a nation that has been oppressed in most forms of sport - Cricket, Tennis, Football alike? Given his recent form (esp the adorable drop shots and court coverage), Murray looks most able.

As you are aware, I am not a big fan of numbers, stats or trends. Performance on a given day supersedes all else. With Murray, though, I have an emotional connect. A side to me wants Murray to win, not only for the grandeur but also for Britannia's redemption (after 76 years!).

I will, however, let the outcome (irrespective) override the emotion.

Play!

Friday, July 6, 2012

What's in a name?

Dear God,

A certain computer manufacturer has named their next, 'Envy'. Nice, don't be surprised if you see products being named after the other deadly sins too!

Sample these -

1. Floating Tongues for an Ice cream parlour!!! (thankfully, that building was recently torn down). I'd hate walking past a joint named as such.

2. 4Play for a bargain basement. Come on! what were they thinking?!?!


Exactly what the idea is behind such macabre and sick naming conventions, is beyond me! I guess we simply have to resign to the brazen times we live in. 


What's in a name? Ho ho ho, a whole lot!

Thursday, July 5, 2012

Senicide

Dear God,

A recent discussion led to forced euthanasia in India, predominantly practiced in the villages of Tamil Nadu. Thalaikoothal, a barbaric and a stone-age practice is the killing of the elderly who are now a burden on the family. It involves an early morning oil-bath followed by a diet of just coconut water. The victim is not given anything else to eat or drink. The result is high fever and death in 2 days. I gathered that some others have also been fed mud, congesting the alimentary canal and therefore leading to death....

I believe this practice exists, or did at one point, in many parts of the world. In ancient Japan, the elderly were taken to the mountains and abandoned to die of starvation! The impacted section - aged 70 or above.

A Tehelka sting brings to light the plight of one who escapes certain death by overhearing the scheming family in time. Yet, she doesn't whine or ire over her plight. Instead, she empathizes with the family's hardships and inability to take care of her. Another elderly would also have been a certain victim had he not run away from his family in time. Tehelka notes that this practice is endemic to the poverty-stricken villages in TN.


This is the treatment meted out to the bearers of a glorious past, to the ones who have handed down our culture, values and systems, and to the ones who may have sacrificed so much for what we are today. This, in a country that prides on respect for elders and attributes well-being and good fortune to the presence of elders in the family.

While on this, I read about a Japanese movie from 1983 - a moving tale of a mother being led to her fate by her son. En route, she leaves twigs so her son can find his way back. Truly moving! Cares for her offspring even during the last journey.

What can I say!

Sunday, July 1, 2012

A beautiful problem

Dear God,

As I draft this account, all's well (or so it seems) with Tennis nominations for the upcoming Olympics. At the onset of the controversy, it appeared that there were four camps - Mahesh and Rohan (who seemed to have mutually agreed to maintain their dissent partnering Paes), Sania Mirza (who needed her 15 seconds to fame, she played the 'chauvinism' card and got the 15 secs), Leander Paes (who seemed to be bent upon partnering with none but Mahesh) and the AITA (clueless!).

I have no clue who's right and continue to believe what turns out in the media - print or TV. Nonetheless, from being a nation that barely knew the sport, to this day that's witnessing bitter debates over the nominations is saying a lot of the increasing awareness of the game and the immense talent we have been able to nurture. Needless to mention, for a change, Cricket is not the talking point.

Most certainly, very positive times in the sports arena.

Monday, May 14, 2012

I remember...

Baad muddat ke teri yaad aayi
Par tu yeh na samjhna...
...ke maine tujhe bhula diya

Bas ye samajh kar mujhe maaf kar dena
ke maine bhi kabhi tere deedar ka hasrat kiya tha!