Monthly Archives: December 2011

Demons in white!

Demons in white!

I was shocked beyond words when I saw Dr Mitu Khurana‘s story on ABC. You can read the entire story here.

I was shocked not because this is a story of a woman fighting for her rights to save her twin daughters from her husband and her in-laws. I was shocked because the woman is not one of those countless, helpless women that throng rural India and are subject to unmentionable exploitations every day. The victim here is a doctor, a paediatrician!! Whats even more shocking?? Her monster of a husband is a doctor too!!!!

The story made me angry! And along with it, I was engulfed by immense sadness. I was under a huge misconception that we, as a nation, are progressing. Apparently not! As Dr Mitu pointed out correctly,

With advancement in technology, people are coming up with more advanced ways of killing the girl child.

Not only did her husband and inlaws try poisoning her so as to induce abortion, her mother in law actually threw her 4-month old daughter down the stairs!

The only silver lining in the otherwise devastating story is that all is not lost. We have women who are running orphanages for girl child who are discarded by their family.

In Elizabeth Vargas’ words:

Poor women who cannot afford these services will simply kill or abandon their babies.   Some will take their newborn girls to a drop box, usually in the middle of the night, and leave the baby there.  One drop box is at a place called the Unique Orphanage in Punjab.  We went from the village with no women, to the orphanage with no boys.  There are only girls here…60 of them…all cared for by a wonderful woman who will raise each and every one.  It is striking to see all those little faces, some two days old, others teenagers, all unwanted by their biological families.  They are actually the lucky ones.  Their parents didn’t kill them.  They now have someone who loves them.

The orphanage is crowded – I counted three, sometimes four girls in each bed — but also immaculate.  No one knows their real birth date, so once a year they have one giant birthday party for everyone.

 I have always had immense respect for the men in white coats. In a lot of ways, they depict all that is good with our society. They depict technological advancement and man’s victory over the inevitable (or we would like to think). But, when those white coats are put up for sale for a couple of thousand bucks, there is very little nobility left in the ‘noble profession’.

Book Review: The Immortals of Meluha by Amish

Book Review: The Immortals of Meluha by Amish

I love reading… but for as long as I can remember I have had phases when reading would take a backseat. During those lull periods, it usually takes a really really good book to pull me back to the reading world! It used to happen when I was younger, exams, seminars, projects would engulf my world and I would lose the habit of wrapping up tiresome days with a good book in hand. Now that I am married, being a working woman and a homemaker, I would often find myself really exhausted by the end of the day, so much so that I would read barely a page before stepping into lala land!

This time, the book that compelled me to put everything aside, is The immortals of Meluha by Amish.

The book talks about my favorite topic: Mythology without making it boring or monotonous! The author has cleverly brought together the Chandravanshis (Clan of King Bharat which ultimately led to Mahabharat), Suryavanshis (Clan of King Ram whose story is the Ramayan) and the man who was their savior, Lord Shiva, all together in a spell-binding story. What I loved about the book was not just the story but the ingenuity with which various mythological characters we revere as Gods today, come alive as believable people – like they truly walked the land we live on… The names of all the characters, main or supporting, have been derived from the names of Gods that we pray to. Their characterisation in the book has been dealt with pain-staking detail, so much so that you feel like you have known them forever… Actually you have!!

The writing shows immense maturity with which the author has dealt with all the issues that plagued our societies in the past – some of them continue to plague us even today. It is surprising that this is the first book written by Amish. Author shows immense promise and I am already half way through the 2nd book of the Shiva TrilogyThe Secret of the Nagas (review coming soon)

This book is for anyone and everyone who has ever had the remotest interest in mythology. I was always asked by my non-Indian friends to tell them any one book which tied all our mythology together. I could never think of one… Shiva Trilogy has successfully emerged as an answer to that!

If Aamir Khan is listening, here is one book that would make a terrific movie!!

Are you guys ready for the Indian answer to ‘Lord of the Rings‘?

You are with me, Always!

You are with me, Always!

Sia woke up with a jolt… She was sweating and found herself crying profusely. In the last few days, she had felt the restlessness she had never felt before… She gazed out of the window, the world was fast asleep… everything seemed peaceful and calm… almost like the peace before the storm..

She woke up the next morning and narrated this to her husband. He kept a loving hand on her shoulder and told her not to worry.. It was little consolation to Sia, who kept thinking of her Nani (Maternal Grandmother), who hadnt been keeping well for the past 2 years. Sia remembered hurriedly paying her a visit 2.5 years ago. Fragile, yet warm as ever, she could remember Nani gently brushing her hair and asking her “Khush to ho?“. She had been married for 6 months then and she could see the concern in her Nani’s eyes. “Main bahut khush hun, Nani. Mujhe dekh ke nahi pata chala aapko“, Sia chided with her Grandmother gently prodding her to take care of her health and not worry about her. She left the next day with a promise to come back soon. It had been 2 years since and Sia had not had a chance to go visit her Nani. She would write her letters and try to talk to her on the phone, but her heart ached to meet her.

Her heart sank when her mother told her to drop by and visit Nani during her planned Diwali holidays at her in-law’s. Nani’s lungs had started giving up on her. Mama (Maternal Uncle) being a cardiac physician was beginning to get worried. They had already revived Nani a few times. Everytime her lungs gave up on her, she would be plugged onto a dozen machines and brought back… Mama was not willing to give up on her… Nor was she willing to give up on life… Such was the strong-willed Nani

Sia had just landed in India… all happy that she would be seeing Nani soon… until that fateful call from her sister that promised to tear the world around her.

Nani was no more…

Sia had heard in fables and folk tales that the very pious at heart have the boon of ‘Ichcha Mrityu‘, the ability to leave their body at will. She saw this when her Nani decided to pass on… She chose the best day and time to do the same… Sia was shattered… Not just because Nani was no more… but also because she couldnt meet her fav person… “It was probably the best”, she told herself… her last memory of Nani was the same cheerful, effervescent and strong person she always was… She wouldnt have been able to see her get weak…

Today, almost a month since Nani moved on… Sia always finds her presence around her… She knows her beloved Nani will always be around her… guiding her… protecting her…