Category Archives: Sad stories

Appalling behavior


That the world is spiraling towards the nadir of insensitivity and rude behavior is not news to me. We have companies selling products to women that tighten and whiten their vagina. We have men  who want us to believe that catcalls are a compliment to our beauty. We have a society that is raising an entire generation of women telling them that it is all very well that you are smart and educated and we  will celebrate your success too, in one or two instances like when you win an Olympic medal or when you are part of a prestigious space mission but please don’t make the mistake of thinking that you will ever be as important as your male counterpart. We will always ask you to make the sacrifices – your dreams, your aspirations, your hopes. They will always be the first ones to be tossed in the name of maintaining peace in the family or for keeping the family together. God forbid you think that you have any authority to make decisions just because you are more educated or bring home the bigger pay cheque.

For the most part, it is easy for me to dismiss the greater injustices that are committed in society since I am blessed to occupy the strata of society that is educated, has a liberal mindset and is hyper aware of women’s issues since most of us are parents to daughters. This definitely does not mean that gang rapes, eveteasing, mob molestation, dowry deaths don’t shock or depress or sadden me. Every case that I read about or watch on television leaves me despairing about the world I am bequeathing to my child.

A couple of instances in the last few weeks have hit close to home, though. What is agonizing is in both these cases the perpetrator or the one at fault is a woman.

In the first instance, one of the elders in our family passed away. He had, for the majority of his life lived with his nephews and nieces, his wife and a son having died long ago. A few days prior to his death he was in extremely bad health but his death was unexpected all the same. The entire family kept expecting him to pull through. He is survived by one daughter and grandchildren. On his passing, the nephews called the daughter and asked her to come to the village as quickly as possible with her son so that the last rites could be performed. She flat out refused. Her argument being he had died on a weekday and none of them could take time out from their “busy” schedules to come perform the last rites. She asked the nephews to go ahead with the rituals and she would try to make it to the 13th day, if they had the time. One component of this behavior is also the fact that she did not want to spend any money on the funeral. If she didn’t show up for the same, the nephews would have to undertake all expenses.

The second instance involves an acquaintance of ours. We are an extremely small community in the suburb we live in. Most of us are recent immigrants and have no family to fall back in the country we call home now. Our friends fulfill the role of family for us. We counsel each other’s kids, watch them, feed them and offer the support system that grandparents, uncles and aunts would have offered back home. It is extremely normal for us to yell at each other’s kids if they’re out of line. This kind of behavior would never fly in India but it’s considered ok here because some of the people that yell at my child are also the ones she goes to, when she has an issue that she and I don’t see eye to eye on.

It is a relationship where we rely on each other’s sensitivity and honesty. The unwritten rule is no matter what, we will not talk behind your back. If we have a problem, we will let you know face to face. Ours is also a very disparate group in terms of financial status, lifestyles etc. We have a group where some are rolling in money while others lead a middle class existence, some of us are working mothers but we have an equal number of stay at home moms. Some of us are extremely religious and spiritual while others are atheists and agnostics. Despite our differences we have bonded because we have the ability to respect each other’s point of view. While one person is teaching our children the vedas and the underlying meaning beneath, we have another person advocating science and scientific explanations for the same. Our children are allowed to pick and choose what they’d like to believe.

This particular acquaintance of ours is very tied to social status. With her, everything has to do with what kind of cars you drive, what address you live at and how much jewellery you have. She constantly compares and will make friends with you if you meet her social criteria. I do not fit her criteria but she’s friends with me because she wants to be friends with one of my closest friends who meets all her criteria of social status. The other thing I am not a 100% comfortable with is she constantly bitches behind people’s backs. “Oh, you know X, she has a weight problem, she needs to eat less. Her baby’s already 9  months old and she hasn’t lost any of the baby weight.” Or “you know Y, she’s a miser, cannot stand to spend money.” or “M doesn’t have any sense of style, she’s fat and just doesn’t know how to dress according to body type.”

The people she talks about are close friends of mine. I know the struggles of the woman who hasn’t lost the baby weight. She’s forever watching what she eats and like we all have been telling her, her baby’s only 9 months old. She will lose the baby weight slowly but surely. The one who lacks a sense of style, I know she doesn’t dress according to her body type, but she is always decently dressed. The woman who can’t stand to spend money, I know what her financial struggles are.

It doesn’t help that this acquaintance of ours has a parenting style that is completely different from ours. Her kids are spoilt brats but God forbid you ever point out to her that her kid’s out of line, (None of us has ever bothered to correct her kids since it will lead to a long, horrible argument with language not fit for company. I have witnessed a few hapless souls who made the mistake of correcting her kids) she will defend her child and his wrong doing too. Plus, I don’t know what she’s been telling her son but I have, on two occasions caught him telling DD she’s dumb because she’s a girl.

It is one thing to blame a patriarchal society for the wrongs perpetrated on women. A society where women do not understand each other’s struggles and show appalling lack of empathy and sensitivity is to be feared a lot more, in my opinion. Women, for the most part are still primary caregivers in a majority of the families. We shape our children’s thinking and their world view. To tell a child that it is okay to miss your grandfather’s funeral because he died on a weekday or to let a child believe that his mother will defend his wrongs just so she can continue to believe she’s doing a good job parenting is unjustifiable.

These are the kids that will in the future have zero issues with “punishing” women who dare to dress in jeans or work late at night or throw aged parents out of the house because they have become a burden. How do I get the point across to these women is the question I am posing. Please chime in with replies. Any wisdom that you can pass on will be greatly appreciated.

Car Karma


So the bad car karma continues…. for those that are visiting my blog for the first time, we lost our car last week to a hit and run – car totaled, Meera carless and sad, nayi gadi ki talaash jaari hai (we’re looking for a new car).

Now onto newer stories, still car related. I have to suck you in with tears and sadness, don’t I ? Isn’t that what causes daily soaps’ TRP ratings to go up? Why mess with a good marketing strategy? My sorrow has already drawn in more visitors to this blog than my fun, happy posts.

So, yesterday, we are all doing the it’s already 8 o’clock and we’re not out the door yet dance. I am about to hand the DH his cup of tea so he can have it in the car (the other car) while dropping DD off to school. He swings his backpack, almost knocks the cup out of my hand and there’s chai on the floor. Then in true Indian husband style, he goes “Meera, how come you’re standing so close to me with the tea?” Now, before you get the wrong idea, I was a good 2 feet away from him. We’ve been married for almost 12 years, 2 feet distance is mandatory to maintain marital bliss.

So I retort “Now you want me to anticipate that you’re going to swing your backpack and pull a Matrix style move?” So saying, I walk inside to get a dishcloth to wipe the mess up. I also get another cup of tea since I didn’t want the man to go without his morning fix. As I am walking back towards the garage, I’m thinking “I hope he remembers to open the garage door before backing out. The last thing we need is another damaged car.” I am finishing this thought and I hear the garage door go up, so I heave a sigh of relief. The man did remember. I am standing at the door that leads to the garage and I see DH backing the car out.

Now imagine all this unfolding in slow motion. That’s how it seemed to me. There’s me standing at the door that leads to the garage with a cup of tea in hand. There’s the garage door going up slowly, there’s DH backing the van out. A second later, there’s me screaming, there’s a loud noise as the spoiler (the thing the arrow is pointing to) has collided with the bottom portion of the garage door and come clean off and there’s DH looking at me like he’s wondering”Why the hell didn’t you say something?”

I am still screaming. DH has hit the brakes and DD is probably wondering how many cars can we lose in a week? DH pulls the car ahead and I start yelling “Couldn’t you hear me, I was yelling so loudly?” DH goes “You yell for everything. Now if you’d only reserved your yelling for true emergencies, we wouldn’t be in this situation.”

Now, I have to ask you all this  - would it have been so wrong to have dunked the entire cup of chai on his head?

No, right? I should have done it, I know I should have given into my rage.

But  I let good sense prevail. We inspected the back of the car (the minivan – if you want to be technical), made sure the damage was cosmetic and then I sent DD and DH on their way to school. I tried to shut the garage door so i could go get dressed for work but the impact had caused a dent in the garage door, it was off its track and wouldn’t close. I spent the next hour locating a service that would come fix the garage door. Thus ended another car saga.

Now all of you readers out there, I need you to collectively pray that we have no more car incidents. While you’re at it, if you know of any car Gods I can appease, pliss to let me know about those and the process to be followed, too. Thanking you in advance….

Bechaari, carless, spoilerless minivan Meera

Bad Bad week


This has been a rough week, we had the accident last week and the car was hauled away today. I have been a blubbering mess all morning. Who knew a mere car would reduce me to such a state?

That car was special, though. It was our first big investment, it was our only car for 5 years. DD came home from the hospital in that car. We did quite a few road trips with that hunk of metal. A lot of good times were had and the car was an integral part of all of those times.

Today, I sent it away with a heavy heart. It’s going to be sold for parts now. I thought it fitting to pay tribute to it on my blog. I will do so by way of some pictures. Here they are

This is right after we bought it 11 years ago. There's DH, myself and my dad on his 1st visit to the US after I moved here

This is the back after the accident

This is the front after we slammed into the SUV ahead of us.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

In other news, Deb, who I read and follow regularly is having his work stolen. which sucks big time. A couple of people have lifted portions of his blog posts and made it their own. People should not write if they don’t have original material. I agree that not every thought is original. But how you express that thought is what makes it original and unique. Even the 55 word fiction I write has its basis in things I have seen, heard or read. However, I don’t copy material outright or when I do so, I never do it without permission or without giving credit where it’s due. Isn’t that just the decent way to behave?

Lack of decency, that is the problem these days. The person who rear ended us and did not wait to see if there were any injuries, people who steal intellectual property, they lack decency.

Ahhhh, I’m just pissed and upset now. I better go, I will write later when I have gotten over all this.

A big crash and gratitude


I generally do humorous posts out here. Most of the serious stuff that happens in my life stays behind the scenes. Part of the reason being, I’d like to guard my privacy, to whatever extent I can and the other part being a number of people that I talk about on the posts include immediate family and friends. I have to tread lightly for concern of inadvertently offending them or hurting their feelings.

But all that changes tonight. We went through something last night that I have to write about. This is not a happy post so if you are in a sparkly mood, drop off now. I don’t want to bring you down along with me.

I’m going to end the suspense and let you know that we were in a car crash last night. We were driving back from a friend’s house. It was pretty late and we were waiting at a traffic light close to our house. I was telling DD to wind down and try to close her eyes when we heard a huge THUD. My first thought was this is a car crash, only I thought 2 SUV’s in the neighboring lane had crashed into each other. It took me a couple of more minutes to realize our car was hit. By the time I realized this our car had moved forward due to the impact and had hit the car standing ahead of me. DD started crying saying she hit the back of her head. I tried looking in the rear view mirror to see who had hit us but all I could see was the trunk of my car. That was a little jarring. “Why is the trunk open?” I wondered. Common sense kicked in, I tried pacifying DD and asking her if she was hurt, while also maneuvering the car to a side street on the right hand side so all parties could exchange insurance information. The car ahead pulled over into the same street too and the other driver and I got down to talk to the guy (??) who hit us. But he was nowhere to be found. The traffic light had changed during the course of the accident and he took advantage of our confusion and panic and sped away.

45 minutes, a police report and some paperwork later, I managed to get the car home. It’s horrible, the trunk is folded in on itself. That the guy didn’t hit the gas tank or severely hurt one of us proves to me that the MAN up there was looking out for us. Between being rear ended and slamming into the car ahead of us, my car bore the brunt of the accident. I doubt it can be fixed. Not only that, we spent the next 3 hours waiting at the Emergency Room getting DD checked out for head trauma. Thankfully, she’s fine. We got back home at 6:30 AM this morning and DD and DH crashed into bed. I was still wired from all the shock and adrenaline. I needed to talk and not finding anybody at that hour put up a status update on Facebook.

The support and messages that have poured in all day today have made me realize we are incredibly blessed. Living 1000s of miles away from close family, we should have felt abandoned and lonesome. But friends called, stopped by, wrote to me, all asking how DD is doing, do we need to be driven somewhere? Will we need drop off and pick up from school? All day long, I have politely but oh so gratefully turned down offers of breakfast, lunch and dinner.

On the one hand, I am appalled at the driver (most likely drunk) who rear ended us and his utterly callous behavior. On the other hand I’m simply overwhelmed by the goodness of people all around me.

I guess delayed reaction is setting in now after a good 22-23 hours. I look at the car and think what could have happened and I’m incredibly grateful to GOD for sparing us, especially DD, since her seat in the back bore the brunt of the impact. I have held tight rein of my tears for the last 23 hours. I filed the police report, insisted on driving DD to the hospital and updated family and friends on all that happened. Now, I’m finally ready to cry over what could have happened and didn’t.

So, I am off to shed some long-held tears and THANK GOD yet again for a narrow escape.

I sincerely hope with all my heart that I will never have the opportunity to do such a post again.