The Hush Post| 09:35 am| 2-min-read
The Indian social system is based on a lot of sub-systems in harmonious existence—family, kinship, society, global community, Internet though is the latest addition to our ecosystem.
I am a woman of the 21st century. Not the revolutionary kinds, I like to live life using all practical methods of existence. Following the general practical rules that govern a lifestyle, a festival, a family or social function, comes naturally to me. I am not a social rebel, unless the situation demands.
I believe in God, though frequently I do run out of patience. The difficult tests are meant for those who can solve them, I make myself think, and carry on.
When it comes to festivals like Karva Chauth, all the women who fast are almost on a level playing field. Conditions may vary, some mothers-in-law say not a drop of water, others say, drink juice, another would say wear red, why blue?
Daughters-in-law go shopping across markets getting the perfect suit or gift for their mother-in-law. Finally, even if she has to listen to this ‘bahu, idda rang na thora fika hai.. agli baar changa jeha lain”, she takes it in her stride.
Even if I stay away from my mother-in-law, I have all the liberty. Yet, I am harsher on myself than she would be. I religiously stick to my schedule of waking up at four, eating sargi, stuffing every fold in my stomach, bathing, doing my prayers, everything before stars are gone.
The kids and husband although have a harsh day. There is rude basic food on the platter, until the main meal when the moon shows up its glory. The husband looks empathetically at me to take away a little of my pain. The daughters look up at my face and clothes to find faults with my dressing sense. In case I appeal to them, they stick to me like glue and demand one for themselves.
The sons would be as usual, “Why do you do this?”
Why is Karva Chauth important for me?
I have my own reasons. One, it cleanses my body’s internal system; just as a dry washroom is clean, so the body needs to dry up, to get rid of unwanted unknown mess in the body.
Two, it raises the bar of my patience, which is in any case at test the year round with an indisciplined husband and unruly kids.
Three, social functions are a means to meet and great loved ones, share, care, exchange mind and material.
Four, festivals always rev up the mundane day to day life, I am a strong votary of celebration of festivals within the means, not to show off your possessions.
Family the basic unit
The basic unit of Indian culture is the family. In spite of the difference in opinion, outlook, thought, practicality, it challenges me to remain afloat, sometimes going with the tide, sometimes against it.
Every year, I think of heeding to my husband’s advice of giving it up but hasn’t happened yet. I continue to test my patience. It prepares me for the next test ‘ Ahoi ashtami’, a fast for the children, three days after Karva Chauth.