Sunday 20 October 2013

Beta HCG


I’m hating the smell of the favorite perfume I used since childhood. The most loved garlic fry seems excruciating to my senses. The sunscreen I prescribed to my better half is sponsoring repulsion between us whenever applied. I am not able to eat anything as I feel like puking as soon as I see any food in my plate… I get up at midnight and cry for no reason. No work excites me… no reading material interests me. I’m living in a weird state of impatience, anxiety and restlessness.
I shout at my better half for all unreasonable stuff. He is on his toes to keep my mood in place 24x7. He shows me movies, cooks new stuff to interest my taste buds, while I’m hardly able to swallow anything. Reads jokes for me at midnight, but I do not feel interested.
I keep thinking about the all the pessimistic obnoxious stuff, what is the use of having progeny? Will I be able to bear and rear successfully and efficiently? What useful will my child do besides living with so many unanswered questions like me?
The Beta HCG level is doubling every 24 hour..

Thursday 10 October 2013

Disparate... by nature!


My country is a land of disparity (or may be the whole earth is, just that my experiences mainly happened in my country, so I can surely say this about my home land).
Women are perennially treated separately than men in India(the traditions always wanted to enhance the differences beyond biology). To a perennial travesty is attributed this extremely weird custom of “Milnis”.

When parents marry their daughter, they want to splurge on their child. They buy her new clothes, jewelry, home appliances, four wheeler and what not. This is a very much obvious phenomenon. However, irrespective of willing or not willing, the girl’s parents are expected to gift all the family and relatives of the groom with clothes(irrespective of how much distant the relative might be), sweets, dry fruits and goodies of all possible kinds. And yes, remember, if you have engagement and marriage as two separate celebrations, double the number of clothes.. Ah, the great tradition does not end here. The parents of the groom are also gifted with gold ornaments!! For one year(atleast) post marriage, whenever any festival comes post marriage, the parents and kins of groom are to be gifted with sweets and clothes by the bride’s parents. Not to mention the money, this is prefixed with each costume as “shagan”.
Now, everytime the girl bears a child/children, her parents have to gift the whole family and relatives of boy with clothes and money. After all, their girl has created another liability in the life of in-laws by bearing a child for her in laws and extending their lineage!
Point worth mention I forgot: In the whole drama, the parents of the groom have no accountability to gift anything to the parents/family of the bride in the whole life, if the bride has any younger brother, then he will have one costume as gift for life from the in laws of her sister at the time of marriage.
How traditional… yey!
The only rationale whole drama seems to scream so nudely is: “In marriage, the girl’s parents are actually the culprits of giving birth to a girl. At the time of marriage, they are basically handing over their lifetime burden to the groom, so, they have to keep paying off as much as possible time to time in disguise of being traditional”.

When the modern middle class parents have a girl as their child, their education and thought process leads to upbringing of a daughter who is well educated and well earning. When, at the time of their marriages, such independent and educated girls are tied to the cliché of maltraditions by their not so daring parents, they are bound to feel insulted and strangled the whole of their life. They get up everyday trying to solve the riddle of where are they lacking as compared to their husbands so that their parents not only donated their daughter and her life long earnings, but are also paying extra on each festival to their daughter's in laws. .. 


A girl, who spent her childhood dreaming about helping her middle class family’s monthly finances one day, finds herself in an altogether strange world where not only she is barred from financing her own parents, but her parents are rather obliged to spend on her in laws every now and then. If, she, being the “bahu”(daughter in law), washes the utensils at the place of her in laws, it’s a feather in her cap. But if her husband, who becomes the “damaad”(son in law), does same at her parent’s place, nobody likes it(None of damaads tend to be so humble either.. huh).


We should not blame anyone who is exercising female foeticides unless we, ourselves change our mutated tendency of observing our own daughter as “paraya dhan(mortgaged asset)” which practically comes out to be worse than a mortgaged asset on the ground.


PS: I really appreciate the oneness and equality so clearly observed by tribals (the so called uneducated and half civilized human clans). I think they are far more advance in social set up than the pseudo modern class we live in. I heard that, the boy’s parents always pay back something to the girl’s parents at the time of marriage (since the girl’s parents are donating their precious child to the boy’s parents for an association lifelong). This is a better logic(if not best) than ours… NO?