Skip to main content

Changing one lullaby at a time...

मेरी मुनिया रानी बने
महलो का राजा मिले
देखे खुशियो के मेले
दर्द कोई न झेले
लोरी लोरी लोरी
लोरी लोरी लोरी

Lullabies!!!

They make you nostalgic. But today, after having a daughter, when I sing them; they make me angry. In every other lullaby, mothers are telling their daughters that a prince charming will come and take them away to live happily ever after. As if that is the only definition of being happy.

Why don't we tell our daughters that they may or may not fall in love. They may or may not want to get married. They may or may not end up being a homemaker. They can take the decision of having or not having a baby.
And ALL of this is fine.

Our nanis told our mothers that the whole n sole purpose of their lives is getting married, bearing n rearing children, serving their in-laws AND always obeying them without questioning. Being opinionated was a strict no-no. But they did a favour to our mothers. They did not educate them. So our mothers accepted and adapted easily.

What our parents did? They gave us the same set of old rules for girls but they educated us as well. They took us out, showed us the world, bought us the books, told us the stories of lady legends.
This all made us wise enough to question and to tell right from the wrong.

And this is from where all the problems start. A woman in our society should not question, she should not be opinionated OR she should be opinionated in her husband's circle of friends but not before her in-laws. Being intelligent is a crime as you can be misunderstood for being proud and arrogant.

But I will not do this to my daughter. I will not give her a sword to get clicked with so that I may add it in her BIODATA. I will modify my lullabies for her. Tonight we are singing and husband seems to be amused ...

खाली गिलास में पानी नहीं
कैसे किसी की प्यास बुझे
गर तुझे खुद का खयाल नहीं
कैसे किसी का खयाल रखे
तू सबसे आगे, तू सबसे पहले
लोरी लोरी लोरी
लोरी लोरी लोरी

Comments

Popular posts from this blog

Don't hush them now....

The minute I start scrolling through my social media account, I start seeing #metoo. And as if seeing stories of women who went through all the horrible things was not enough, people are creating jokes with the hashtag, sharing posts against the campaign that are full of lewd comments from equally insensitive people with sick mentality. Isn't it all, at the end, justifying women's decision to stay silent??? They knew that they wouldn't be believed, that they would be seen as gold-diggers and character less! First thing that all the people are asking is, "Why did they stay silent for so long?" I ask, how do YOU know that they stayed silent? May be they spoke but no one wanted to support them and they alone didn't have courage and resources to go against their predators. May be they spoke but their families hushed them. May be they spoke but they had no platform to make their voice audible. May be they spoke but they were threatened. May be.....

No Diwali shopping for us...

Dear baby, Today, I had a little argument with your mausi. She was asking me to buy you new clothes for Diwali. I was saying that we still have 4-5 new dresses and those are perfect for Diwali. She was not convinced. Then your nani also lectured me some for not buying new clothes for Diwali. I tried to tell them that in past people did not have the luxury of buying new clothes every other month, infact, going to the markets was a luxury in itself. So they used to wait for festivals to go to the market and splurge on shopping. The rarity of this was a charm in itself to mark the beginning of the festivities. But.. today, we go outside every other day. Malls are a place to hang out and if you see something CUTE for the kids, the temptation is too hard to resist. Even if you don't go outside then online shopping is there. Hardly goes a month or two when I am not buying some dress or some toys as you are outgrowing your stuff so quickly. Then why all this halla gulla about Diwali ...

New age Fairies and their Fairytales

There was a fairy. No, not the one with long hair, floor length gowns or tiara on the head. But, a fairy....Like you and every other girl you know. She was a fairy because her parents named her Fairy and treated her like one. Fairy was a happy, helpful and jolly girl and her life was perfect. Perfect... until she started her new school and an ugly reality hit her hard. Her classmates started calling her names because she had braces in her teeth and pimples on her face. Fairy was dismayed because as far as she knew beauty had nothing to do with one's physical appearance. When Fairy's mother picked her up in the evening, she was sad and perplexed. She had many questions floating in her tiny head and tears in her eyes. Mumma understood that something was not right that day. When they got settled in the bed for their good night sleep. Mumma hugged her tight and asked the reason of her being so sad. "Kids in my school think that I am not beautiful." "Th...