I'd rather be a sparrow than a snail Yes, I would If I could I surely would I'd rather be a hammer than a nail Yes, I would If I only could I surely would Away, I'd rather sail away Like a swan that's here and gone A man gets tied up to the ground He gives the world its saddest sound It's saddest sound I'd rather be a forest than a street Yes, I would If I could I surely would I'd rather feel the earth beneath my feet Yes, I would If I only could I surely would
I am slowly getting obsessed with the concept of GOD. I have enough reasons to believe that there is no God, as such. All that we know of God and as God is more of a story that has been built up in a span of thousands of years - with more social reasons than spiritual.
While I have reached to a point where I am comfortable accepting that God is a man-made entity; I am still struggling with a long list of disturbing thoughts that come along with it.
1. What led to the invention of this phenomenon called 'God' as we know of it. Is there really a supernatural power? How do we explain some dramatic instances of divine interventions? 2. How to live your life independent of any expectations related to divinity, grace, or any help from the supernatural. 3. If God is real, what is its structure and why has it kept itself concealed from mankind? 4. Is there really anything called soul? Do all living beings have it? Is it same for every living being? What are the differences between a human or a plant/animal soul? 5. What about those almost-sounding-true after/before life stories? How is the cycle of karma calculated? Why did first humans appear in the world who did not have any karma backlog to balance out? 6. Is there really a super-conscious mind and what is it comprised of? What is the essence of collective consciousness - and how to get connected to it. 7. What is the potential of our bodies and especially mind?
In the past two years, I have lost complete interest in any ritual, what so ever. Even if I force myself to perform a few of them, I could not get in terms with it. In fact, when I see others doing such things, I feel strongly repelled, and this includes some people very dear to me such as my mother. I am often faced with this dilemma of how to express my uninterest in rituals without being disrespectful. The same applies to temple visits. The first thought that comes to my mind as I see people bowing in front of the idols is that they are wasting their time.
Interestingly, I cannot say the same about prayers. In fact now I pray more than I have ever done - although in my heart and silently. I pray for the wellbeing of my child and family throughout the day - the physical, financial, social, and emotional well being. I cannot even think about detaching my life from Lord Krishna. If my child suffers from even small pain somewhere in her body, an instant request comes from my heart asking Lord Krishna to heal her asap. I have to admit, I have felt those prayers getting answered more often than not - almost always! And I would be mean to admit that there have been multiple instances when I have felt I am surrounded by something religious people called 'grace'.
But at the same time, I fail to understand the logic behind this entire system. The concept of God was introduced by humans somewhere around agricultural revolution; the idea was to bind people together for myriad reasons. Scientists, not that I start following something only because it is scientifically explained, claim that the idea of divine is more of a hallucination.
I am completely open to doubting everybit of this God-philosophy, but I donot see myself as an atheist, yet. I am definitely an agnostic and is really bothered about the theosophy that has been fed to us over generations. What bothers me even more is that I donot see how I can find what is real. There is a flood of books on God and his realities and equal flood of facts against it. People have written about how and when first mention of God came into existence and how it was propagated to gain a materialistic edge; at the same time, we have renowned psychologists exploring the realm of afterlife and spirit worlds and claiming that there is a large house of love and peace which is our true home.
People have tapped into the super-conscious mind and their equivalents have ridiculed the foundings blatantly, with both sides having ample evidences. And all this tro and from makes me wonder - What is the truth, afterall?
Recently I was in a place called Alpharetta for a while. But it did not feel very foreign thanks to so many Indians at my workplace and otherwise. Due to the large number of Indian diaspora, there were plenty of food joints servicing Indian delicacies, even vegetarian ones. But one thing did strike me - how much of your home food you get outside there is always a difference when you eat the same things at home. And this difference is not about the taste, ingredients, or style of cooking - it is about the convenience of eating. My Telugu friend loves eating his upma mixed into a pool of running sambhar with a quarter of his fingers dipped into it. So, when we had some leftover upma and sambhar, from some other combination, at office lunch, he was more than curious to take it home. When I asked him why would he want to eat upma again, he categorically mentioned that he loves upma and sambhar together with a generous sprinkling of home made idli powder. "At home, we used to have it almost everyday", he added with, perhaps, his taste buds already recalling the taste. These are some of those inconsequential moments that instantly connect you to who you are, where you come from, your childhood conditioning, the aroma of freshly cooked food you experience as you return from school everyday, the real you - the one who you were before social finesse and educational grooming changed you into a more universal and sophisticated individual. And all such moments are very personal and unique for each individual. For some it might be a specific kind of tea, for some it could be having a fireplace in living room. One of my colleagues always places her desk against a window, since this is how it was all her childhood and merely sitting there and looking outside the window is immensely de-stressing for her. Me and my best friend make a point to prepare aloo-parathe at least once, every time we are having stay overs at each other's places. Not that it is our favourite dish or anything; the connect, in fact, goes back to a decade when we were in Bombay and got horrible stuffed parathas. So whenever we used to come home we would ensure we are having our share of stuffed parathas and then it became a kind of tradition. Now it is our way of reliving those wonderful moments without being dramatically nostalgic about them. The moment we say "aloo ka paratha khayegi?", it immediately takes us down that memory lane and remind us of the time which we both accept as one of the best years of our lives. For one of my Bihari friends, Sattu has the same impact. He will get quite a lot of sattu every time he is back from Patna and finishes it off in no time. He will drink Sattu water, eat Sattu in paratha, Sattu-paste, and everything else Sattu. He is not very generous about it and often skips sharing it with us on the pretense that we have yet not 'acquired' the taste for Sattu. One of my previous bosses, a Bengali, sweet-lover and a very polished gentleman, Malai-bread was the thing. Whenever his wife was not in the town, he would survive on Malai-bread day in and day out. He would not even whine or complain about the lack of variety in his food. He had a special way of making it, he would put malai on both slices of the bread and sprinkle sugar grains, not the powdered sugar, onto it. It has to be crunchy, he had explained once. We all have had friends who would die for mundane and basic things like daal-chawal, baigan ka bharta, sooji ka halwa. The reason could not be 'just' taste because there are tastier things available - such longings have more to do with than taste - they connect us with our deeper memories of simpler times, when we used to feel safe and relaxed and more as ourselves - to the place, I prefer to call home.
Of all the things that I hear from people when they know I am a single mother, the top three, in no specific order, are:
- I admire your courage - What have you told your child? - Don't you want to settle again?
The third question is the most asked one. Any conversation will inevitably reach this point where the person will suggest me to think about re-marrying. That one day I will meet someone who will instantly bring back all the love, company, and respect that I deserve. I am told that a person as nice as me deserves second chance. When I tell them that it was the second chance, they kind of become speechless and then usually laugh it out.
Such conversations remind me of childhood novels, where the story would usually be about a dreamy, fragile, broken girl who gets rescued by some perfect guy; and then all goes well. The height of all banalities.
While I can understand why people have flawed perception about a phenomenon as abstract as love at 20, it really bothers me when they continue to have it when they are 35.
"Why do you think I will fall in the same ditch again I have been trying so hard to come out", I asked my friend once, who would not stop telling me stories of successful second marriages.
"Becuase there are nice guys too", she responded so innocently that I felt like slapping her face and waking her up to the reality. The guys I have been with were nice too; and yet, they were not nice enough for me to continue staying with them. May be till a year back, I would have argued and tried hard to make her understand what a woman wants. But now I am kinda over, so I concluded the conversation saying that "nice is not enough for me".
I am slightly reserved when it comes to public wailing. And I am very optimistic by design. So more often than not, I am perceived as not being in as much pain as I really am, which is okay. More than 99.999999% people in the world do not know me, even fewer understand me and hardly a couple care about. I do not really give too much importance to the number of people thinking about me and the content of their thoughts. Science has taught me that there are much bigger and significant things happening in the Universe than a petty break-up.
Infact our replaceability quotient is so poor that even a dog or a fish can substitute us. I know a woman in my neighbourhood whose husband left many years ago. She is still waiting for him, but meanwhile she also got a few dogs. Now she has six of them and my Mom once said that she looks happier now. She stays busy in feeding, cleaning, or simply shouting at those dogs. In all these years, that woman never heard back from her husband, neither receieved a single dime; but she has survived and looks quite okay. Now this is what is the true replacement value of a spouse.
Another instance is from my own family. A close relative lost her husband in an accident two years after their marriage. At that time, she was pregnant and soon after gave birth to a girl at her in-laws' place. For myriad issues, the in-laws made her life miserable so she came back to her parent's home and stayed with them with little or no support from her husband's family. Now its been about 17 years. In her early years of widowhood, she did get some suitors who were widowers or divorcees themselves, but she refused to remarry. Partly becuase of the daughter and partly because of her own lack of interest. She had got a government job soon after her husband died, through which she has sustained herself very well.
Some more persistent well-wishers counter my argument in favour of singlehood by saying that it is the old age, when we have become physically weak, that we realise the true importance of a spouse. I am young right now so I don't really know about that. But I don't think I would ever be able to receive strength and support from a husband when I am weak and old and ugly when I could not get any of it when I am young and healthy and lovely. Which woman, in her right mind, would leave a husband who provides her strength and support.
Statistically speaking, women have higher life span than men. I am not posting any data here but you can google and confirm it. This means that most wives outlive their husbands and I am not talking about untimely deaths. I am talking about natural deaths that happen after the age of 70. This means that the wives who left behind are also in similar age-groups. How many women of that age group have you found committing suicide or falling in depression because their husbands died. Howsoever sad the life gets, they kind of accept the fact and get on with whatever they have - usually children and grand children. The same applies to old widowers.
There is nothing new in growing old without a spouse. But having young women leave their husbands to live out of marriage is indeed new for our society, especially in India.
When I drill down to why all the time women are coercing you to re-marry, even if their own marriage is not going any great, I realise that the solution emerges more out of fear than love. And the fear is less about lonely old age; as much as it is about what if being single is the better way!
Yes! I know countless women whose marriages are not exactly happy. The adjectives that they use to define their state of marriage will be okay, fine, good-for-the-kids, used-to-it, nobody-is-perfect and similar animated emotions. If you look around yourself, you will find handful of couples who are feeling it the right way, they are not fighting every now and then for petty issues, have growing careers, share similar views on important topics, and don't feel insecure or competitive. Everyone else is just fighting to somehow keep it together, which is okay.. I also tried to do the same as long as I was able to.
I think when such people, men or women, meet people like us, they see hope. They get attracted to this freedom from chaos and liberty to live your way out. At the same time they see the daunting cost of that hope. They want to see all aspects of our decision and the final outcomes of this experiment, as in their hearts they measure the price of this liberty with the weariness of maintaining a marriage. At the end, perhaps, they find latter to be more rewarding than the former... OR, they find former to be more demanding than the latter. In any case, they stick with the marriage.
And then in their goodwill, fear, or evil sense of superiority they suggest us to remarry; after all what is a house without a spouse ;)