are on the increase
they have long lost
the ability to think
Sharadha was returning to India and to her remote village Perinkulam in Palakkad District, Kerala, after 15 years. All this while, she had not kept in touch with the family. Now, she had no other choice but to return on losing her job as a receptionist at a company in Dubai. The business closed down after Covid struck. Sharadha opened the gate to the house. It somehow looked different. The two jack fruit trees on either side which was the hallmark of her house was missing. As she walked towards the front door, she noticed that changes had been made at the entrance area as well.
She stepped on to the steps leading to the front door. Her elder brother appeared as if from nowhere and positioned himself firmly between the door and her.
"Yes, what do you want?" he asked
" Chetta (elder brother), I came this morning from Dubai"
" Chetta who? Who are you? what do you want here?
"Chetta, please don't speak like that."
"All these years you did not remember you had a chettan, parents, a sister, nephew and niece. Now you have the audacity to come here!
"Chetta.... I had my problems."
"You did not come even when our father died. Go away Sharadha. We have nothing to do with you!
Sharadha had left her village after a failed love affair and bitter fights with her own family. They had called each other all sorts of names. While in Dubai, whenever she thought of home, it was always the stinging words and insults that came to her mind and she simply could not bring herself to contact them. Even when she got information about her father's death through a Malayali friend, her bitterness had prevented her from going home.
Now, Sharada shifted from one leg to another. Her brother's eyes were rock hard and adamant. There was not even an iota of kindness in them. Her mind was in a whirl; she was not even able to think properly. What could she do. Where will she go? She saw only darkness all around her. She had at first thought of staying back in Dubai and waiting out the Covid 19 problem . But for how long? The virus which many thought would go away in two weeks had continued for days together. Her savings were running out. With no income and an uncertain future, living any longer in Dubai was nonviable. Her brother was continuing his rant. Most of what he was saying was not registering on her mind. She just knew that she had no place to go Perhaps, the only option for her was to jump into well behind the house...
At that time, the front gate opened and her mother came inside. She seemed to have aged a lot. From her attire and the sandal paste ( Chandana) mark on her forehead, it was obvious that she was returning from the temple. Their eyes met and her mother stared at Sharada in shocked amazement. Suddenly, tears began to flow from her eyes and there she was hugging her daughter tightly. After all, she was a mother who gave birth to Sharada and was now meeting her after 15 long years. She was unable to hold on to any resentment. Sharadha was also now sobbing. Her brother, slowly moved away from his domineering position at the front door . He knew that his mother's was the last word in the house.
Far away, a dog barked. A few children were seen walking down the road. It appeared as if life was as usual in that sleepy Kerala village.
In our Writers' club Bangalore, meet on 17th October the moderator introduced the idea of writing stories based on the concept of "Alternate history". This story was written on the said prompt.
Alternate history (or alternate timeline or alternate reality) is a fictional setting where one or more historical events occur differently. These stories usually contain "what if" scenarios at crucial points in history and present outcomes other than those in the historical record. The stories are speculative fiction but often based on fact.
There was a lot of excitement in the house of ten year old, Ramadas. His father was a staunch supporter of his leader Subhas Chandra Bose. Papa’s leader had won the congress presidential elections in 1938 and 1939. But now there was a lot of disagreements within the party as to the policy and approach of Bose. His father being around the same age as his leader fully supported a stronger resistance to the British. That day was the D day when a decision would be taken after debates, as to whether the party will stand by Bose or ask him to step down.
After retaining control of the party, Bose was in the process of developing a harder line toward the British. He was putting this in place when it was obvious that the second world war impacted the British adversely both economically and in terms of their ability to retain colonial administration & control all over the world. The focus of the nationalist leader Bose changed around this time from fighting for independence to planning for effective administration of independent India. When the Labour party won the British elections in July 1945, they decided to handover power to India.
Gandhiji advised his followers to dissolve the congress party, the primary aim of the party having been achieved. The top leaders agreed to the suggestion and five major parties were formed- The Nationalist party led by Jawaharlal Nehru, United India Party of Sardar Vallabhai Patel, Justice for All party of Mohammad Ali Jinnah, Republican party of Babasaheb Ambedkar and the Forward March Party of Subhash Chandra Bose. It was agreed that Nehru would be the interim PM who would take charge from the Governor General on 15th August 1947. A Lot of water had flowed under the bridge since then.
The picture brings back memories
of the good old days, of no worries
happy go lucky days- our school days!
Now, this here is a solemn occasion
everyone so serious
the school leader in a suit!
yet on normal days , school assembly
is all about scurrying to be on time
or face the wrath, cane of PT master!
Personally didn't mind the assembly
loved our school prayer that was
preceded by a few quotes from the vedas
and ending with om shanti, shanti, shanti!
There were quite a few of us though
who simply hated the assembly time
particularly those days of long speeches!
they came up with innovative ideas
conspiring with friends...
one student would 'faint'
presumably because of the heat
and others would come to his aid
support and carry to the class room
Ha, five to six boys saved from long speeches
and the summer sun above an open ground...
These, and other little mischief
within and outside the classroom
harmless pranks made up
the school days of our times...
NB: In our literary what's app group (IPC) ,it was suggested that we write a poem based on an old photograph from childhood. This is my response to the call.
A friend Neelakanthan Gopalan suggested a prompt "Maturity" and exhorted me to write a poem. In this regard he shared some teachings of Adi Shankaracharya as well. This poem emerged from it....
"You immature fellow" chided father
He felt Arun was a vagabond
with no aim in life
wasting away hours with friends
who themselves had "No purpose"
no job, living on the earnings of their fathers
long after they have all become adults!
Having heard for the umpteenth time
father's tirade of 'immaturity'
one day the words struck a chord
That morning, instead of going to usual meeting place
a modest coffee shop in town
Arun headed for the public library...
Then, the next day and the day after that
and many more days that followed
Arun found himself at the library
when it opened in the morning
and spend a lot of time there
to the annoyance of his friends.
One day when father as usual mocked "this immature fellow"
Arun surprised himself and his father to say " Yes I am immature
but you are immature too! Let us both work on our immaturity"
Then he reeled off wise words from books in the library
picked up from teachings of Adi shankaracharya
"The mature accept people as they are
they stop trying to change others!
drop expectations from a relationship
learn to let go!
stop comparing with others
maturity is being at peace with yourself"
After the outburst, he was drained of all emotions
totally exhausted and a little ashamed
Arun touched his father's feet, said he was sorry for all troubles
wanted to learn a computer application course
would turn over a new leaf...
A stunned father gave him money for course
as he left home to pay fees and join for program
father shook his head "Yes maturity is required " he mused
not for just one but both of us
from now on, it would be all support and no complaints!
Mother smiled happily
caught in the conflict between two dear ones
this was her first smile
in many days....
On 29th August 2020, I attended a webinar on happiness in the name and style of "happyness conversations" organized by a Chennai couple Avis Viswanathan and Vaani Anand who call themselves the "Happynesswalas". At the outset the hosts explained the background to their organizing the monthly events which were happening physically at the Odyssey book store Chennai. Presently it is organized online due to the Covid pandemic.
The hosts said that the basic aim of this exercise was to have conversations with people who have faced difficulties or heavy odds in their lives but have managed to triumph over their problems and are contributing successfully to the society. The Happyness Walas themselves had encountered problems of financial instability and bankruptcy but came out of the ordeal as better people who wished to do something to raise the happiness levels in society. The happiness conversations is an initiative aimed towards this end.
I was attending the "happyness conversation" for the first time and had primarily registered for the event as the person featured to share her experiences for the day was none other than a poet friend Vidya Shankar. We are members of a What's app group of Indian poets called The India Poetry Circle (IPC). I am also a member of a literary group on face book namely Kavya-AdiSakrit of which Vidya is an administrator. I knew Vidya as a poet who is a published author of two books (1) The Flautist of Brindaranyam and (2) Rise of Yogamaya. I was curious to know more about Vidya, the human being and what life lessons she was going to share in a "Happiness conversation".
As the conversation progressed we got to know how and why a happy go lucky young woman's life turned topsy turvy one year into the marriage. One may be surprised or even shocked to learn that it was on account of the pressure exerted on her to become a mother - not by her husband but by all and sundry around her. People asked all sorts of questions about her pregnancy on all possible occasions be it a family function or get together during a festival. Pushed by the constant badgering Vidya and her husband Shankar started consulting one Gynec after another . Initially she thought just popping a few pills would do the job. But as it turned out, she had to go through hormone injections which were very expensive. Other treatments like insemination followed. Every month, she had to undergo special scans that violated her personal space. The artificial insemination took an emotional toll.
If all these concerns weren't enough, you get unsolicited advice from even casual acquaintances who would like to give you advice such as "Go without salt for a while" or "Go around a banyan tree" or that "Palli dosham" was the cause for which remedies need to be performed etc. Vidya was encouraged to attend "Valaikappu" functions (This is a ritual performed widely throughout Tamil Nadu in preparation for a woman's first delivery and its primary objective is to satisfy the pregnant woman's desires, bless her, and ensure a safe delivery and a healthy baby) of pregnant women in the vicinity. All rituals done were performed for Vidya as well. A stranger could come up and ask " Are you not ashamed that you are not able to bear a child?" This ordeal and associated trauma had to be experienced every month for 10 years till the year 2000.
During the conversation Vidya was asked as to why she allowed others to manipulate and control her in this manner? She said "I could not have put my foot down as we women , right from childhood are mentally conditioned to accept the rule of the society. You are reminded in subtle ways that you are only a girl". This is a very important aspect that needs to be addressed by Indian society. It is high time that we stopped discriminating between boys and girls. The girl child should be empowered right from childhood to express herself confidently.
To a question on handling the trauma and exploring alternatives, Vidya said that after their seventh wedding anniversary, they did discuss the option of adoption. However, at that point of time there was not much awareness and it was generally believed that the adoption process is very tedious and long winding. It was years later that they came across a couple from a respectable family who had adopted . The next question was "So when did you accept the reality of not being able to conceive and put an end to the 'tamasha' of regular visits to gynecologists?" The answer given by Vidya was very touching and insightful. She said " We had reached a stage when we no longer wanted the baby for ourselves. It had become a job that needed to be done 'for their sake'. We had stopped attending family functions."
" One day while returning from a consultation with doctor, I had this feeling of "enough is enough". I told Shankar and he also agreed." Soon after, the couple got an opportunity to live and work in Colombo and there was some respite from these issues during the time they were away. However, when they returned to Chennai in 2006 the second phase of the pressure started. The people around her convinced Vidya to give it another shot. She went for treatment to a specialist for around 6 to 8 months to find that the expensive treatment had left them with zero bank balance. Subsequently they went to Dubai and it was here that a formal final decision was taken to not pursue the goal of becoming a mother. Vidya admitted that it was a difficult decision to take.
At this point a question was asked as to the role played by poetry during the process of coming to terms with the situation. Vidya said that she had always been in love with poetry since childhood- to the extent that she could not help writing poetry lines in the answer sheets during examinations. It was later with marriage and other responsibilities that she had been writing less and less. However poetry came back into her life in a big way when she needed it most.
Vidya said that on that day in Dubai when the decision was taken or rather the acceptance happened that she may never become a mother, her first few lines of poetry burst forth after many years of not writing anything. She titled the poem "Wait for sunshine" and it was published in an international journal. Vidya said that she subsequently realized she did not have to "Wait for sunshine", She was the sunshine! Since then she had no problem of writing and poetry flowed freely from her pen and the first book "The Flautist of Brindaranyam" was ready for publication.
Another interesting question that was put to her was " Did you find poetry or did poetry find you?" Surprising all of us, Vidya answered "I am poetry!" It was poetry that made her what she was and moving away from poetry had meant moving away from herself.
The next question was " Soon after you first book was published, you underwent a hysterectomy surgery. After the surgery, you went into a prolonged depression. How did you come out of it?" Vidya said that although a decision was taken to move on with her life, the actual physical removal of the uterus was something that caused a lot of emotional turmoil. This was not understood by most people who had no time either to listen or understand what she was going through. People whom she thought were very close had no clue. They would say things like "What is your problem? Now that your mother in law is also no more, you can have a jolly life. Go on a second honey moon." In fact she had blocked out a "so called friend" totally from her life, including from social media accounts.
Vidya said that within a week of the surgery, she began to cry every now and then for no particular reason. To take her mind off from things, she was persuaded by a friend to participate in a book launch function. During the launch, a lady spoke about depression and how one needs to be vigilant about it. Listening to the talk convinced Vidya that something was amiss and she decided to meet a couple of psychologists. But here also, she met with disappointment as these professionals had a typical traditional response to her problems. As for example, they noted that she was dressed very well and concluded that a person under depression wouldn't be motivated enough to dress well.
However, at this point she was determined to address the issue and come out of it for the sake of her husband who had been with her shoulder to shoulder whole through her trials and tribulations. Vidya met with her yoga master who was very supportive. He welcomed her to resume yoga and was willing to give her the space and freedom to go about it at her pace. The yoga teacher allowed her to simply cry during the first four classes. Practicing yoga with renewed interest helped her in slowly limping back to normalcy. She was able to write and release her second book "Rise of Yogamaya".
The next question posed was regarding the role of Shankar in her journey to recovery. Vidya replied that Shankar was always there for her. He cooked the meals, ensured that she was properly fed and took care of her like a mother, her baby. He would accompany her wherever she went. Vidya related an incident after the recovery when they went out for dinner. When the time came to pay the bill, she insisted that she would pay it. After paying the bill, Vidya quipped "Happy Mother's Day Shankar!". It was Mother's day and it was her way of acknowledging all the love and support that Shankar had given her throughout the trying period and whole of her married life.
Vidya was asked whether she felt vulnerable sharing her story and whether it is painful and embarrassing to do so in public before an audience. She replied that reliving all the negative incidents in one's life can be painful. But, she believed that there is a purpose and reason why she had to go through all those hardships. It has now become her mission to educate young women and let them know that their body is their own and it is for them to decide what they want to do with it- to decide whether they want to become a mother or not.
" There should be no more Vidyas!" doomed to suffer unnecessarily. People should be educated to the fact that the only purpose of marriage is not child rearing A child should come into this world not because there is pressure from anyone but because he/she is lovingly desired by the parents as an epitome of the love that the couple feel for each other. "The universe has chosen me to do this" she said. The last question posed to the lady of the day was " What is your idea of happiness?' Vidya replied that it was about living in the now, in gratitude, forgiving and stress free. Surely, this was a great way to end a conversation.
As for me I was moved by the proceedings of the evening. My regards and respect for this wonderful couple of Vidya and Shankar went up by so many notches! There was so much of pain and drama in the story on the one hand. On the other hand, it was a tale of so much positivity- the will to overcome one's hardships and willingness to pass on the learning and insights so that others do not suffer in a similar manner. This was one conversation that lingered in the mind for long. This blog is my bit contribution to the mission of Vidya. Her amazing and inspiring story needs to be spread in all possible ways!
NB: During the conversation, the hosts at frequent intervals drew attention to insights from the discussion such as " Acceptance is the key" for moving forward. Readers can access the whole 'happyness conversation' here: https://youtu.be/VKXEeEJYWNU
Like it or not
whether ready or unprepared
someday it will all come to an end
and it is time to go
Though departing is certain
as certain, as the sun setting in the west
having risen in the east
people are reluctant to discuss death
any discussion is avoided
it is like something that is happening
happens to someone else....
If discussed in the normal
everyday conversations
as any other activity in life
like eating, bathing , working, playing
perhaps, people wouldn't fear departing
They would accept it as a normal transition
and prepare themselves better
iron out relationships, prepare wills
and generally be ready for another journey
After all as an author said
death is an illusion- no death really occurs
merely a transition to the next state of existence.