In My Hands Today…

My Feudal Lord – Tehmina Durrani, William Hoffer and Marilyn Hoffer

Born into one of Pakistan’s most influential families, Tehmina Durrani was raised in the privileged milieu of Lahore high society. Like all women of her rank, she was expected to marry a prosperous Muslim from a respectable family, bear him many children and lead a sheltered life of leisure.

Her marriage to Mustafa Khar, one of Pakistan’s most eminent political figures, soon turned into a nightmare. Violently possessive and pathologically jealous, Mustafa Khar succeeded in cutting her off from the outside world. For fourteen years, Tehmina suffered alone, in silence.

When she decided to rebel, the price she paid was extremely high: as a Muslim woman seeking a divorce, she signed away all financial support, lost the custody of her four children, and found herself alienated from her friends and disowned by her parents.
When this book was first published it shook Pakistani society to its foundations. Here at last was someone who had succeded in reconciling her faith in Islam with her ardent belief in women’s rights. Tehmina Durrani’s story provided extraordinary insights into the vulnerable position of women caught in the complex web of Muslim society.

Parenting done right or wrong?

Every morning this is a familiar scene to us when we drop BB & GG to school. Parents carrying their children’s school + other bags.

Now this would not bother me so much if this was the younger lot – kindergarten to P1/P2, whose bags are sometimes bigger than themselves, but when I see this with older children, some of them wearing a prefect and/or school leader badge, I get really angry! Can’t a 10 year old and older carry his/her own bag to school? Does this service have to be carried out by (insert appropriate care-giver here – parent, helper, grand-parent)?

I remember during GG & BB’s orientation in school, during the first week of Primary 1, the school principal, in her talk to the parents of the incoming cohort told the child this, and I paraphrase as I can’t remember the exact words she said: “Your parents go to work and when they do, they carry a laptop and a bag. This is related to their job and so they are responsible for it. Your jobs are to come to school and learn, so you need to carry your school bag yourself and not ask your parents to do that!” So many parents who were in the school hall that day seem to have forgotten these words…

And we wonder/make fun of when memes of the NS man whose helper seems to be carrying his backpack goes viral like the picture above. Aren’t we all responsible for this in some way? What is to say 10-12 years from now, it will not be our children being made the butt of jokes like this?

For those interested in what we do – GG & BB have been always encouraged to carry their own bags, right from Kindergarten. Neither S nor I like to carry their bags, school or otherwise, without a solid reason.

In My Hands Today…

A Suitable Boy – Vikram Seth

Vikram Seth’s novel is, at its core, a love story: Lata and her mother, Mrs. Rupa Mehra, are both trying to find — through love or through exacting maternal appraisal — a suitable boy for Lata to marry. Set in the early 1950s, in an India newly independent and struggling through a time of crisis, A Suitable Boy takes us into the richly imagined world of four large extended families and spins a compulsively readable tale of their lives and loves. A sweeping panoramic portrait of a complex, multi ethnic society in flux, A Suitable Boy remains the story of ordinary people caught up in a web of love and ambition, humor and sadness, prejudice and reconciliation, the most delicate social etiquette and the most appalling violence.

Festivals of India: Holi


Tomorrow is Holi, when all of India, especially to the north of the Vindhyas, will be awash in colours. Holi is a spring festival and like the other spring festivals across the world, herald the end of winter and the blossoming of new life, aka Spring!

The festival is mainly celebrated in North India and Nepal, but these days are being celebrated across the country as people move around for work and education. The day before Holi is the Holika-dhan – where a bonfire symbolising the story of Prahalad and the Naramisha avatar of Lord Vishnu – is burnt.

On the day of Holi, people colour each other and throw water balloons on each other. People usually wear light coloured clothes that day and at the end of the play, look like they were dipped in multi-coloured dye, making everyone look colourful.

However, in recent years, the festival has gone out of hand. Some people use the festival to indulge in unwanted activities and try to molest women in the name of tradition! Also synthetic colours cause harm to the skin and there are many times, you see people with dyed hands and legs even weeks after Holi.

Bollywood also loves Holi with many songs portraying the festival. Here is one of my favourites to get you into the mood of the festival…

In My Hands Today…

The God of Small Things – Arundhati Roy

The year is 1969. In the state of Kerala, on the southernmost tip of India, fraternal twins Esthappen and Rahel fashion a childhood for themselves in the shade of the wreck that is their family. Their lonely, lovely mother, Ammu, (who loves by night the man her children love by day), fled an abusive marriage to live with their blind grandmother, Mammachi (who plays Handel on her violin), their beloved uncle Chacko (Rhodes scholar, pickle baron, radical Marxist, bottom-pincher), and their enemy, Baby Kochamma (ex-nun and incumbent grandaunt). When Chacko’s English ex-wife brings their daughter for a Christmas visit, the twins learn that things can change in a day, that lives can twist into new, ugly shapes, even cease forever, beside their river…