Every morning  I get up to the  melodious  , sonorous voice  of the muezzin calling out for the faithful to attend the Namaz  at a nearby mosque. My heart fills with peace ,I say my own little prayer and am ready for the day. As I go about my daily rituals , I do not forget to light a candle during my prayers to Infant Jesus , to whom we prayed and got our wish fulfilled .Sometimes  I light a candle when the muezzin calls and then light my little diya in my Puja. I find immense  gratification doing all this, for my religion does not condemn me for doing all this .Does not punish me for worshipping "other" Gods.

No, I am not very different. My God has given me  the freedom to do what I want ,as long as I do not stray off my course morally. He has given me the rights to stay at home and talk to my God.Nothing is mandatory.And there are temples that emit pure,sheer  ecstasy. .  I have been permitted to sit in a corner of my own home and meditate . That elevates my soul.  Even when I do not pray fervently, I feel blissful. And I do not have to feel guilty for not going to temples regularly.

As in other faiths,there are many,many  aspects  in mine also, not very agreeable to me.The outdated rituals,where the priest and the one who performs,both do not understand the concepts.The loudness,total indiscipline, chaos inside sacred places ,where people go very regularly but forgetting that their behaviour is disregarding our moral codes,our scriptures ,our Gods. Prayers are loud but without faith.Some prayers are done to brag about that to people surrounding-" I pulled the golden chariot today" "We contributed a large sum for the diamond necklace for the deity"And a line of beggars waiting at the gates, hoping futilely, that the ones who have so much money, will come out and give them a piddly amount. That does not happen often.God can  "save" the sinners.But the lowly, helpless beggars cannot.

And the people who kill in religion's name,insult and abuse hapless women,again in the name of religion.Our  "religion" has survived brutality,persecution by various outsiders. A great religion "of the book"- our scriptures, which  are codes of conduct. None of the great sages advocated violence to achieve "good" goals.Yet we see  various inhuman activities in the name of our religion , giving others, who have practised cruelty  for centuries ,a chance to point fingers at us.Out of a billion ,a few thousands  have strayed.Yet the black mark is glaring.

I cannot preach  others to change their ways.The  ulcer is deep.All I can do is to pray to my God ,who is within me, to bring in peace and harmony. Atleast  stop the violence that happens in His name.








 

Attitudes

I have been very amused by attitudes of various people surrounding me.Still  am though now I know that   I am also  one of those who can be easily misunderstood (really?!!)   as having  an attitude.

The dictionary definition of Attitude  - position or posture of the body appropriate to or expressive  of an action or emotion..Which means we all do have an attitude towards everything happening around us, towards all people we interact with. But is now synonymous with having "airs" about  things,being snooty.

Oh! the different attitudes I come across on a daily basis. "We drive a Benz ( implying yours is inferior) I have OCD .I cannot bear to see a thing out of place.( three maids slogging to maintain the household when madam chats on the phone.) I have an allergy for anything synthetic. I can only wear pure silks or cotton." Yes,I'd love it too though I really cannot afford to have allergies! I also observe that all these attitudes come when there is affluence. I have never seen people who keep an immaculate household in an one bed room tenement, boasting of their OCD though they have the same rights as the ones who do.

And there are the "boss"s wives.I remember one of my friends, who herself was a boss"s wife, commenting "We have a Managing Director but no Mrs.Managing Director"!  I was specifically requested to entertain my " boss's" wife, play some " games" with her at the club  and lose by a few points always! Oh NO, I could not do it.So remained  a weed in her presence.Airs, airs,she made it clear that I was unwanted. But there could have been a general  gosssip that I had an  attitude ! I heard that  some gossiped that I was friendly with only fair skinned people because of my friendship with an English woman who felt comfortable with me because of the ease with which I moved with her .She would kneel on the floor  to talk to my little daughter. She insisted that she would sit on the floor and eat on a banana leaf  during a family function.  She particularly liked when my kids called her "aunty".But my Indian "boss"s wife never let me feel comfortable enough to let my children call her "aunty"

And the modern timers -boys and girls .Putting on airs about their "self made" status .Forgetting  or not bothering to acknowledge the sacrifices their middle class parents had to make, to bring them up without any complex that they are not on par with their peers. Yes, the affluence that the present generation has ,their parents could not dream of. There are no airs now, about driving fancy cars,not really because that is a way of life .My nephew once told me "We all drive Lexuses & BMWs. But when no one had cars,  mama drove a Fiat and I used to brag about it to my friends in school"Everything was hard earned,we had to slowly build up resources to achieve our dream projects.And through those struggles,children were brought up ,giving them all the necessary equipment to provide them the necessities and luxuries later in life .Many youngsters do not understand the hardships their elders faced.To repay loans,mortgage,save for the daughter's marriage,for the son's education, their own basic needs .They remember all that their elders could not give-fancy gadgets, heavy pocket money,grand holidays.I remember a cousin telling me "I want to give my daughter the best.When we went to movies our parents thought too much about buying us even pop corn.I'll take her to a posh restaurant  after movies" I could then only remember my uncle doing two jobs,leaving at 6 AM to return at 11 PM daily, carrying lunch  and always eating cold dinner.Just so that his kids could eat well,dress well,get educated. Did  my cousin not remember?Or now too high up in life( where uncle placed him) to have no regard for what his father did for him?  Now when they own a posh apartment,drive around in the cars of their choice,go abroad for holidays,the struggles of their parents to give them what they got,is totally forgotten.Attitude towards parents- what do you know? we are self made. This I think is the worst,unforgivable attitude.

I have my attitudes.I do not envy those who have more.What is more ?No one can take away the contentment I have had in my life.I walk with my head high about the way I have conducted myself,  always fulfilled my duties to  the best possible  capacity .When one or two out there  put on airs about their superior status,  I  am not really convinced.My life with all the ups and downs ,has been mine only.Today ,I am what I am because of all the people I came across in my journey so far.My life has been fruitful because of the experiences .I have been shaped by love,jealousy,apathy,kindness, sadness, care.All sorts of emotions have made me understand other people better.So I am snooty.I am superior in my outlook  on  life. .I do have an ATTITUDE!

SUMMER OF '62

                           



A raw innocence, a happiness on seeing new things,however mundane they were,an excitement when I met hitherto unknown kith and kin-these were the trademark experiences of the summer holidays.From the bustle of city life,where we were ever rushed to do any chore,here was a change.No one had to coax us to wake up , to go about our activities or constantly nag to eat at the proper time or reprimand us for something not done properly.Yes,this was heaven- a remote picturesque village ,with everybody going about one's  routine in a relaxed manner.There were no constraints and seemingly all of us were carefree and roamed about fluttering like butterflies.

This must also have been an awakening for me.Though ours was an age of comparative ease than the children of today,we still had competition,we still had to move up in life.Here, during that holiday  everything felt different. We got up on our own, to the chirping of birds , feeling refreshed by the smell of Patti"s  aromatic coffee,queuing up for that  delightful drink, much unlike the daily humdrum of gulping down whatever Amma gave without as much as tasting what went inside. Then we wandered wildly,playing some games like carom,word  building,just chat or sing film songs and the best entertainment was listening to All India Radio, not feeling a tinge of boredom.My two girl cousins,from another part of the country,were my constant companions.I cannot imagine myself doing  all  that again. My brood?Will they be able to even understand what I am talking about?

I saw the warmth of relationships- mother and daughter,sisters,sisters in law,cousins,nieces,all bound by a very strong tie of love and affection.So many women sharing the burden of caring for the innumerable children.We, on our part,were ever on time, hungry to gobble up the absolutely divine food given to us. And then disappear to pursue harmless entertainment till the next meal beckoned us!There were no fancy equipment but the simple  things of those simple times,the ambience,the companions-these left an indelible mark in my young mind.

The most important impression was the relationships of the elders.They created in my mind a desire to be like them, loving, giving , adjusting and adapting.When I grew up, I understood that to be kind and affectionate to all, is something very demanding and at times a challenge.I admire those strong women.I was a child then but resolved to follow their footsteps in future.Their  way of handling all of us, instilled in me a virtue that saw goodness in all children, making me a fairly good mother,very fair and kind Teacher and an indulgent,adoring grandmother.All that happened  because of the seeds my elders sowed inside me, so many years ago,in the summer of '62.

Bird in hand

     Viewing my life from the grand stand , I m a bit awed- the tremendous transformation from the silly  girl in pigtails,ever happy, carefree,over confident.Growing up in a big joint family, with grandmother,uncles and aunt,not forgetting the parents,who constantly disciplined me,ever reprimanding  me for the way I was not rather than appreciating me for what I was.Yea,should not this have made me docile?Instead it made me strong willed,not open defiance but knowing that I was in for a sermonising from someone, I did what "I" thought was right!And I was not wrong ever!!

Through my adolescent years , basking in the warmth of lovely friendships,I remained contented and happy and understood the fact of life, that unless one believed in concepts with conviction, one's life will not move forward smoothly.This summarises my early life,not much to complain about but definitely not something every young girl would wish for. Reading my own diary of those days -"why do all girls of my age always dream of a Prince Charming?Who would come and wake them up from their slumber and lead them into a dream world?I am happy now,have the freedom to be what I want to be,do what pleases me.I can only dread the fact that life with an unknown angel,may not be a dream but a nightmare.Things will happen the way it will.Ke sera sera.Whatever will be,will be.I will wait for that without dreaming and face reality as and when it comes",I feel amazed at my own wisdom at 18 years! Wah girl!And waited for each step of my life to appear before me and I took that step warily,with a pragmatism beyond my years.

For a person observing from afar,I might have seemed vague or even pessimistic, I was not.I did not dream.I did not scheme.Dreamers end up disappointed.Schemers lose their today,ever planning for the future.I let things happen to me,for I believed then  and a deep faith now ,that there is a Force around me monitoring and leading me in my every step,every action.Many things went out of control,there were failures,yes, there were disappointments.Undauntedly,I pursued my own interests.There were hardly any to encourage what I did,give me laurels when I succeeded.There were many to criticise my decisions and pooh poohing my achievements.But each day, I took time to sit down and go over my activities and pat myself for the teenie weenie bit of  good deed, that I could perform that day.On a lousy day,I said to myself "it could have been worse".On a good day,when some total stranger said something nice to me though it was not going to make any impact on my life,I rejoiced.

More and more,with each passing year, I have realised that NO ONE is really totally contented or happy in this wide world of ours.I have had great moments,which have given me euphoria and I cannot be bogged down because others have not bothered about that.This is MY life and I can create my own happiness.And I have-there maybe a thousand things out there I could not get but what I have is no less substantial ."A bird in hand is worth two in the bush". I will be happy and satisfied with what I have- my thoughts,my desires and my achievements.