Lockdown Day – 14 Azaan.. Gaana?

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Today was a crazy busy day. How technology has made sure everyone stays connected, is amazing. The only relief in the lockdown work from home scenario is, I can work all day wearing my shorts. For an online workshop today, I got dressed in a shirt and shorts. How peaceful and comfortable that is!

Right after the evening session of the workshop got over, as I was sitting on my terrace, I heard the sound of azaan. Hearing the azaan so clearly, my two year old asked me : mumma, gaana? (Song?)

I told her no, its azaan. She again asked : azaan gaana? Then again I told her no azaan. After the third time, I simply didn’t correct her again. Who am I to tell her what to make of the sounds that she hears? I love the peter patter of the rain and to me, its music. I love the leaves of the trees ruffling and I feel that’s music too. The waves in the sea make their own music. Who am I to correct someone who is just figuring out the world and almost every day is coming across something new and amusing?

My daughter is just 2 and its too soon to explain to her the difference between music and songs (gaana) and she has no concept of religion or prayer since we are non believers and don’t pray at all.

I am looking forward to the day I would slowly introduce the different religions of the world to her. I try and remember how my parents did that. My earliest encounter with religion was not prayer or me being told there is a God. It was more on the lines of how a lot of people have different faiths and how the world functions. I was never told what my religion is and I never saw my parents praying. For me, religion was more to do with the concepts, historical aspects and not superstitions and it definitely wasn’t something that I couldn’t question. The concept of God or Allah or Bhagwan was left on me to be understood. Whenever I asked my parents about God and its existence, they never gave me any answers as the final truth. They left that to me to figure out. By the time I was in 12th standard, i had read Quran, Bible and Geeta. I had zillions of questions and thats how my love for world history began.

The quest to find answers led me to the two most interesting parts of my life.

1. World history

2. The mysteries of the universe

The world history made me sensitive, helped me in understanding my present and the mysteries of the universe taught me to look at the bigger picture and see beyond religions and Gods and basically, made me an atheist.

That was my journey. I am curious to see how the journey unfolds for my daughter. All I intend to do is, give her examples of logical thinking and logically seeing life and help her in becoming a rational human being. Rest, it’s her journey. For now, yeah, azaan.. gaana.

Little karma following me

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Motherhood sweeps you off your feet. Its that tingly feeling you get in your heart when you feel your love pouring out of you. When you hold your child for the first time, its magical and you suddenly leave behind your old temper and self and step into a world of infinite love and affection.

True? Naah. At least not in my case!

Motherhood didn’t hit me at any particular moment. The love for my child didn’t erupt at any particular moment. My heart did melt but not at any particular moment. I became a mother. And that had nothing to do with crossing a threshold.

To be honest, it was a process. A process that started with wanting to be a mother, being nervous, uncertain, a little excited and slowly finding my footing in this new world.

There are too many opinions floating around these days about how ideally a mother should be like, what is an ideal “mother-behaviour “ (as if its a thing) , how a mother should react and absurdly enough, how a mother should feel.

So when a mother doesn’t “feel” as per the given standards of feelings, there’s a society imposed guilt trip that follows.

What people forget is, mothers are individuals too. While everyone talks about how mothers should sacrifice, adjust, give up on a lot of things in life, what they miss is, its all a choice and not a guide book by which every mother can be judged.

So here are some of the things, that happened in my life which didn’t go quite as per the uptight standards of acceptable “motherhood”.

1. That pregnancy glow.

A lot of women glow during their pregnancy. Pregnancy brings about a dewy glow to the skin. That’s what I had heard. Only, the glow that I had on my face was of light bulb sized pimples and good lord, they did glow!

2. The urge to eat pickles.

We have grown up on Bollywood movies where once the woman has an aachar in hand, its a sure shot sign that she is expecting. It might be true for a lot of women out there but, I had two cravings. Just two. Dark hazelnut chocolates and red meat.

3. The scene in the OT

I had a c section. I feel blessed that I had it. My baby was a breech. I didn’t go into labour. I didnt dilate. So when my kid finally popped out of me, after hearing her cry and knowing the gender, I slept. Not because I was tired from the labour but because I hadn’t slept comfortably since the past 2 months. So, I slept in the OT. While they were stitching me up. And i snored. An intern of my OB Gyn nudged me giggling and asked, “did you just doze off?” And I replied “Yep!” And promptly slept again.

4. Breastfeeding

No documentary, no prep talk, no counselling does justice to the absolute confusion that occurs right after the delivery. I kept saying the lactation has not started, the nurses kept coming in and pressing the breasts to check, the shame and the shyness associated with the bosom left my life at that point.

5. Post Hospital saga

For 2- 2.5 months I was a sleep deprived zombie. I was so desperate to do anything besides breastfeeding and sitting on the bed that I offered my mother to chuck the maid out, keep me to do her household chores. She refused, of course. But, I was that desperate.

6. The unnecessary inflow of gyaan

There would be people giving unnecessary advices is what i had anticipated. But, the influx would be of such a magnitude, I had never ever imagined. From how to breastfeed, to unsolicited advice about what position to feed in, to sleep when the baby sleeps (not practical at least in my case), to using which oil for massage to what an absolute sin it is to give top feed to the baby to everything.

7. Post settling in

After settling in, I joined back my work in 6 months and because of the way my genetics are and the lifestyle I had always followed, I shed my pregnancy weight within 2-3 months. I had no idea how both these things are such a looked-down upon aspects of being a mother. Working moms seem to be the synonym for not being a good mom and shedding the weight simply means a female is too figure conscious and basically, doesn’t eat well. In other words, she diets. Haaaw!

8. The meme worthy life

Once i settled into the grid of being a mother, a working mother, an independent female that i always was, just when I thought I have managed things well, boom! The baby starts walking ! With that, the baby starts imitating. No one tells you that having a kid is like having your karma constantly following you. Dropped a grape and ate it anyway? Look behind! The kid would be doing the same to her food now. Came from the office and tossed the shoes beneath the sofa? Ha! Lookie look! The kiddie footwear is beneath the beds and sofa now! Like taking selfies? The kid would be posing with a TV remote now thinking it would too click pictures. Like watching Netflix before dozing off? Well, the kid knows. Just knows there’s Baby Shark Do Do Do Do Do Do song on YouTube. Just like baby turtles know where the sea is, the kids know their rights. And your wrongs. Hence, thats Karna wrapped in your own DNA!

9. And she spoke!

My daughter started blabbering, then calling me mummy then went on to say papa, then said .. well.. Joota ( she loves her shoes as much as she loves mummy and daddy), she also says a lot of things now that she randomly hears. So now we communicate in spellings. I wish I could participate in the spelling bee now. Anyhow.

10. Taking a dump alone is a luxury

Besides all this, no one tells you how sometimes you are going to simply need some time to just stare at a wall and be. How shitting alone is a luxury because now the spy is constantly on a lookout for all your activities and closing the door while the kid is outside is an impossibility. I have taken a dump while my daughter is sitting on my lap a dozen times.

All this happens, a lot more would happen. I know what hitting the teenage feels like. I remember what a storm I was during that phase. I know the havoc i created in my parent’s lives. And i know that time too would come. But,as it is said, change is the only constant in life. The other day while I was complaining and telling my mother how I don’t get any me-time, she smiled and replied : kids grow up. Before you know, she wont be needing you so much and then you are going to miss this time.

The way she said it, it was a little wistful. Made me think. from constantly wanting to be physically around the mother to being a grown up making own decisions and leading own life, does the transformation hurt? How does the mothers cope up? Empty nest syndrome, isn’t it?

Nothing gives me more joy than being around my child. Nothing tires and drains me out more than being around my child. Both the things are true to the core.

When someone asked me a few days ago how has motherhood been treating me, I couldn’t give a one line answer. I just smiled. Motherhood isn’t a single feeling. Its a mixture of millions of feelings and thoughts.

When I speak with friends who aren’t parents yet and they seek answer to when is the right time to have kids, I just say one thing. Have a kid when you feel is the right time. Not when your parents want, not when your careers are at a particular stage, not when only one partner wants it, don’t listen to the infamous lines : just have a kid and we will look after it. Because, no one can feed,smile, live and breathe for your child. Have a kid when you are ready so that when the above 10 point check list happens in your life, you know it was your own decision and can find humour in the situation, identity the infinite love you are capable of feeling and laugh the blues away.

A little spark would go a long way

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An all round education can never be in a setup that is completely formal. For a set up of complete formal nature would probably teach a child how to sit in rows, how to keep quiet, how to behave in an orderly fashion but it would also strip a child of questions, of the ability to raise her voice, to express , to explore her interests and the strength to break the norms.

Every human being is born with a spark. It is our responsibility to see that the spark is kept alive and nurtured with care and not put out with the burden of rules and norms and systems.

So many children are taught and shown a path that adults are comfortable in. Paths of customs, traditions and should bes and should-nots. This is not helping a child in any way to become a responsible, rational being. If questions are suppressed, if systems are not challenged, if dialogues are not encouraged,a child would forever be depended on what has been handed down to her on a platter as the gospel truth and fail completely to tap her own potential.

By guiding and nudging children in the direction of the much taken, beaten down path, I think us adults showcase two things. One, our own limitations and lack of confidence and two, our fear of knowing the unknown which again might be because most of us are products of the system that is rigid and closed.

I remember an incident from my childhood. I had studied in a non formal alternative school before joining the main stream. My adjustment with the switch was okayish mainly because of the excellent class teacher I had at the time who understood me and also because I was from an alternative background, I had the confidence and an attitude that I knew would make me feel okay eventually. Before the year ended, I had adjusted, made friends and started showing my interests in things i liked.

One day, there was a construction work going on in the school and one of the kids of the labourers’ entered our class corridor. I was in grade 5 at the time. I bent down, touched his cheeks and walked away. A friend of mine looked horrified and came rushing to me and asked me to wash my hands because the kid was “not one of our own”. Of course, I was too young at that time to figure out what exactly was wrong with this statement but I knew deep within that something was wrong with the statement and more so, something was wrong with the sentiment behind the statement.

How many of children who believe in “us” and “they” have since grown up and are adults and believe in this divide? So, should we blame people or the system? And that again is a complex issue since systems are made by people and hence to some extent are people’s reflection.

Another aspect that every adult and child should have is, to have opinions. The world right now is either luxurious for some or a challenge for some. Things are either easily available or not available at all. For those who have got access to resources, it becomes a responsibility to utilise the resources to gain knowledge. Not in the click bait manner which a lot of us are getting used to. But, an in-depth one.

Being aware is the least we can do to show our respect to the life we have got and the senses that we have as gifts. We need to honour them.

I have the opportunity to interact with a range of kids of different ages and it is a delight to take one period each week in every class on different issues. The questions like what is below in the ground? How are volcanos made? What is pangae land? What is the meaning of the term Hindustan? Was it coined after a religion or does this signify something else? What are stars? What are planets and galaxies? Who works more mom or dad? Are men and women equal? etc are discussed and thought about. Also, I get so much stereotypical texts in the course books that I need to every now and then close the books and remind the children to learn to differentiate between the views of the writer of a chapter and their own. Because, that is important. To realise that views can be formed and they might differ from the popular ones.

We need to do this regularly with kids. We need to do this with our kids or kids that we interact with. We need to nurture the unbiased and loving nature that children have and need to work hard to stop it from being poisoned by us adults.

Kids see, they understand, learn and enact what they see. The way i hold my pen and my handwriting is the carbon copy of how at least 3 members of my family write. Because subconsciously i picked up the style. This is just an example and I am sure each one of us has at least a few traits that are a ditto of someone that we have been closely associated with.

Those who can, must work to change the world. One positively effected life would go a long long way. We need rational beings and not fanatics and bigots. The world we are leaving behind for our children is not ideal and is probably worse than the world that was handed to us by our parents. A small effort or a big effort is not a parameter when we speak about touching lives. Each one of us needs to do whatever we can. And that doesn’t mean we impose ideas and principles because freedom and rational thinking can never be imposed. All we need to do is, consistently remind the kids to be informed and rational. That is, if we truly love and respect them. Otherwise, its easy to slap them while they are young and tell them asking questions is bad and traditions and norms are the gospel truths from the “god’s own mouth”. So that the child can question neither the traditions nor the norms or God or the gospel.

We all have wings. Its time we learned how to fly and soar high with our thoughts.

Its time we made a choice.

My Musings ~ 10

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I haven’t yet figured it out. Do i consider myself cursed or lucky to be able to see, feel and understand the difference between the opportunities, lives and smiles of children coming from different backgrounds?

On one side, i catch that glimmer of excitement and hope and pure happiness of a child on holding a toy for the first time. One can almost sense the thrill of it. on the other hand is the smile of a child who knows what it is to hold, play and feel the toys because a lot of them are owned by her.

Is it a curse? To be a witness to the stark inequality present in the society, to live it every day of my life, to learn to work my best yet accept that probably in my lifetime or many generations to come or till the structure of present society remains the same, the situation would probably never completely change?

What is it? And once i feel it, see it and breath it, how do I live with it? Do I un-see it? Make peace with it? Work against it in whatever way i can?

How do i shake that image from my mind of a child holding a toy, all soft and cuddly, for the first time in his life? Of that hope that his little eyes had that spoke a million dreams?

I can probably make sure and make arrangements for a bunch of kids and do everything in my power to extend their innocent childhood in terms of playing with toys a little bit longer. But, what do i do when they realise and face the inequalities in the society themselves? Not only in toys but in every walk of life starting from clothes to food to the type of education, the opportunities and chances in life?

It is painful to know that before understanding life, a lot of children have to understand in their own hard way, the meaning of “privilege “.

A stolen moment 

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They both smiled Both stretched their hands

Both rested their palms on either sides of the glass window
Both giggled 

Both were curious to know the other 

Both wanted to see the other’s world to play and be there
Suddenly the cars honked 

Both their hands jerked back

A fleeting look of despair 

And then a knowing smile
While one stepped back on the footpath with the toys in hand

The other looked longingly at the outside world
A stolen moment 

Two worlds colliding 

Whispering to each other

How different childhoods could be