Today I met Venkat Uncle in the lift carrying Jholas of veggies and fruits,
his wife who is his perennial partner for veggie shopping was missing. I asked
him “Where is Aunty , Venkat Uncle?”.
“Aunty not well, sleeping, full fever, full cold, all night coughing. I
wash house, kitchen, clothes, now I make curry. Without Aunty very difficult
life for me.” As he stepped out of the lift managing his jholas I told him not
to hesitate if he needed any help.
It reminded me of the days when Mummy would come to visit me and
brother, Papa used to have a very tough time – it was not just kitchen but
everything starting from morning tea , maids, clothes, calls from relatives,
calls from children, taking care of Bibi, making sure the bedsheets are
changed, paying everyone’s salary on time and what not revolves around Mummy.
All this apart from the intangible emotional involvement she has in our lives. Such
an important role a woman has to play and still in many places the society
fails to give them the respect they should get and many times get rid of them
even before they are born.
Dil
bharda……..
kukh
vich na maar maaye, tenu dekhan da jee karda
Chidi
boldi………….
Godi
vich chak baabla, main naa teri pagg roldi
Vajdi
Ghadoli…….
Soni
pagg ban veera, ajj tor tu meri doli
Khanke
kangna…..
Booha
khol, Main tere ghar aayee saajna
I cannot thank Waheguru ji enough that I was born to such loving
parents, who brought me up like their son. There was no such privilege which I was
kept away from. Infact compared to my brother, I have always had a bigger share
of everything. I had more clothes in my wardrobe, my education was more expensive than my brother’s, a bowl of Matar Paneer
is always kept separately for me coz that is my favorite and I won’t share it
with anyone, Papa gifted me a car before my brother got one and so much more
that couple of pages are too few to mention - I am everyone’s Laadli in the
family.
Till now I thought girls of my generation and similar families would
not have any different life than mine. But I realized I was wrong when I met Jeeti,
my loving friend from school days and more surprisingly to see that a woman was
responsible for her own demise.
Jeeti, the only child of her parents,
got married, as the tradition holds, into another Business-wali family. Gurmeet, her
husband is very educated and DEGREEfied – well known Doctor. A posh house in
Sector 21 Chandigarh and three hospitals doing extremely well, very reputed
family in the Punjabi Circle - what else would you want? A son. Nope not just a
healthy child, but a son.
Jeeti, morosely narrated how she was under so much stress from her in-laws
who wanted to have a grandson. After she relieved her mind’s agony, she said “Neet, I am going to
send this letter to my mother in law, hope she will get
some sense of what she is doing after reading this.” The letter read:
"
Dear
Mummyji,
I
tried pleading, explained you how it was ok that I am also a girl and the only
child to my parents, and that you were born a woman too – but nothing seems to
budge your desire for a grandson.
I am
happy, at-least Gurmeet, is supporting me and his support is my
strength. I think his righteous nature comes from Daddy ji – the Y chromosome is
playing well. I am wondering what traits he would have picked up from your X
chromosome in his XY combination.
And
think a little more – If I have a son, he would have my X and Gurmeet’s Y ,
your grandson would not have anything from you.
Your legacy ends at Gurmeet.
Only
If I have a girl – Gurmeet’s X would carry your legacy.
This
also means you should have prayed for a daughter, who would have probably passed
your inheritance. Since you missed that chance at-least now pray for a grand-daughter
so that something of you is passed forward.
Jeeti.
“
After I heard her, for a couple of seconds I was awkwardly stupefied. I
just realized – Oh yes – the grandson doesn’t carry the X from father’s side. Barring the details of how chromosomes work -
Tell me Bebeji – why do you want Pota only? Even if it is a girl it is
fine !
At this moment to my mind comes the picture of a young girl “Her name was Neerja Bhanot and she died a
hero”. There is no dearth of
Neerjas, Kalpana Chawlas, PT Ushas, Kiran Bedis, Chhavi Rajawats and so many such names of women who have made their
family and country proud then why should the society shy of having girl child.
Gurbani says:
“ਸੋ ਕਿਉ ਮੰਦਾ ਆਖੀਐ ਜਿਤੁ ਜੰਮਹਿ ਰਾਜਾਨ ॥“(why
call her bad? From her, kings are born.)
“ਭੰਡਹੁ ਹੀ ਭੰਡੁ ਊਪਜੈ ਭੰਡੈ ਬਾਝੁ ਨ ਕੋਇ ॥“(From woman, woman is born; without woman, there
would be no one at all)