BY GITA MAHESHWARAN,
Maya,
I do agree with your view points on Indian
marriages conceptually but not in its entirety. Love is something that should be
cherished and nurtured over the years with good amount of effort from both the
partners. I agree the spontaneity can be lost in arranged marriages and in love
marriages. Lot of Indian marriages do not work or fail within the four walls of
a house, marriage can become a loveless prison not because the individuals are
not compatible but because the partners refused to acknowledge each other's
presence from the very beginning. In love marriages there are additional
factors which can make the equation more complex. The traditions and customs so
very integral to a sub sect, religion, region that you defied or didn’t care
less becomes an unsolvable variable in a multi variable equation. Individuals
become defensive about his/her religion, caste, region, parents etc. In either
case and in most marriages both the husband and wife are at fault. The wife does
not trust her husband's abilities to handle the household chores or children.
The husband refuses to grow up or cut his umbilical chord. The husband prefers
to share the work stories with his buddies and the wife finds her happiness in
the company of her siblings. In US due to lack of siblings and family, we end up
getting together with friends on the weekends, spending more time with others
than with our spouses. A time we can effectively use to share each other's
interests and build the special relationship.
Somewhere between changing diapers and
feeding the ever hungry baby, the woman forgets she is a wife and not just a
mother. We Indian women just can't let go of our baby, we pamper them, micro
manage them so much that they demand our
time and in between we forget our marriage. We are partly responsible for making
our hubbies incapable.
We get pregnant and we run to our mothers
quite forgetting the man who impregnated us. The distance between husband and
wife starts soon after. We decided to go for a
vacation to Ellora caves, Maharashtra during my late pregnancy. The society opposed, my in laws send a
petition to my parents about my rebellious streak. But we went, had fun and even spend few days
at my uncle-in law’s house in Bombay.
We would sneak out with our little daughter barely 6 months for a late
night show armed with milk bottles, blankie. She slept unaware of the
surroundings and we enjoyed the Mohanlal movies. I had no inhibition of leaving
my child at day care (In 91 & in Kerala) , with my in-laws or a friend to
enjoy time with each other or just enjoy a book. Her bout of chicken pox on her
first birthday, her hex with asthma was attributed to my irresponsible attitude.
My abilities as a mother were questioned.
She is 15 now and has no memories of
chicken pox but we have good memories of our time together and she has learned
to enjoy some of our passions .Here in US, I am sure many of us can afford to
hire a baby sitter to enjoy a night out with our spouse. But do we do it? The wives rarely enjoy the husband’s leisure
pursuit and other way too. I know we prefer the house to be spick and span,
endlessly clean and cook, crib at the way he boils water or clean the bathroom
than cuddle and enjoy a sitcom or even
sleep with the head in his lap while he enjoys a tennis match or a Clint
Eastwood movie. We prefer to fret on our husband’s short comings with our
girlfriends rather than confronting them with him or working on it. We gripe
about our in laws from day one. Sometimes we should learn to love them in spite
of their million inadequacies. Our
brothers and sisters are not faultless either. I have family relations where the
husband is an art enthusiast and a wife is into gardening or an avid book
reader. Each spouse tends to share his or her interests with others rather than
with each other. They never share interests with each other. Why complain about
having no common ground when they could build one. Why blame the mother in law
if you aren’t allowed to spend time with your books. The couple could have
educated each other, he would have read a book occasionally and she could have
enjoyed a concert or two. My husband will read every book printed in Malayalam
and me brought up outside Kerala had no interest in anything remotely related to
Malayalam, would prefer a pani pudi chat with Rafi’s old melodies. But when the
poems were dissected, interpretations analyzed , parallelism drawn descending
into a solemn mood in my boisterous in
laws’ house, I yearned to join the party. I cultivated a taste to like
the Kumaran Asan, Ayyapa Panicker ,
Madhusoodhanan Nair, VKN and he learned to enjoy the distinct Urdu and Punjabi
accent in Rafi songs, the nuances of Balraj Sahni's acting. Why blame community?
Defy it and take things in your hand. Why blame men when we can’t take the
initiative. I left my two year old child with my husband to work in
Germany. By Indian standards I should have left
her with my parents or not gone at all. I was burned on the Altar. But who
cares?
We get married, have one or two babies,
live their life for two decades, enjoy the seclusion with our sisters and then
turn back and weep that there is no romance in our life. Why did we forget to
hold the hands or rub the leg (it has to be under the table for Indians), how
did we forget to dress for each other (not for work or party), exchange dirty
glances or a sly smile in the midst of a big gathering, or in today’s world,
text (an immoral) message on the cell phone? Why don’t we flirt with each other?
What I mean to say is both the partners are equally responsible for the rocky
marriages in joint and nuclear families, in small towns and metro cities and
here even in US, far away from the prying eyes of the in
laws.
Maya, I am totally for women’s financial
independence, career consciousness, and very much against dowry, female
infanticide, wife abusers, alcoholic men and all the issues that plague the
Indian women. We need to put effort into changing the rural, uneducated
India and be the savior for the helpless women.
But we constitute the educated, middle class layer; we should attempt to take
things into one’s own hands and reform. Why blame the society..we are the
society.
We have to be equal partners, demand
friendship and coax equality from the husbands and in laws but not forget our
role in all facets of his life/ the life together/ life with his parents,
siblings. I don’t agree in overcompensating or demeaning our part by cleaning,
cooking or dancing to the tunes of society. Yes, when he comes home on Thursday
night there will be a hot Kerala meal prepared in his mother’s style waiting for
him. But when I come home on Friday I need chai and samosa (the store bought one
is fine) too. The chai was insipid during the early days but with years it is as
good as mine.
Be the change you wish to
see…Gandhi