Friday, January 23, 2009

The Tale of the Two Coconut Trees

What happens when you are an innocent, blushing young bride, where your husband is the centre of your universe and he is your window to the world – the big, bad world from which you want him to shelter you till eternity? Well, although now, after 20 years of knowing each other, the adjectives of young and blushing seem as far away as the thought of hubby dearest being my only window to the world, there are a few things which hubby did make me learn, (not all of which are the printable kind!) the first being the coconut tree theory.

This is a true original, typical hubby style. It was the first week after our marriage. I was still basking in the bliss of being Mrs , the mehendi on my hands had not yet faded and the journey of this new life was as yet smooth and scenic. After another hectic day of force smiling our way through meeting another horde of enthusiastic neighbours and relatives in Chennai, we retired for the night. Hubby took me to the balcony. My romantic heart leaped with the anticipation of a surprise gift….. or maybe a serenade?? He took me to the far end of the balcony and pointing to some coconut trees asked me, “What do you see there?”. Squinting in the dark, I struggled to notice some extra ordinary sight and replied , “Hmmm… romantic moonlight?”. He continued in a serious vein, “ Look at those coconut trees… those two..at the right side. Do you see how the breeze blows and they bend towards each other? See … see… yes …look at how they are caressing each other”. Then he paused… I waited expectantly for him to give a romantic insight into this whole thing. After a long pause, he continued in the same tone, “Look now…. See, the breeze has stopped blowing and the trees are now back to their original positions. (pause) So, did you understand anything?”. Thank God for the darkness as he could not see how blank and dumb founded I looked. He explained - “We must learn to be like these coconut trees. At times, we must be close, touching each other’s lives but ultimately, we must back off to our own individual space. We must not become creepers, clinging to each other, but give each other so much space that we can grow and become strong, individual trees with an identity of our own. In this way, we can be close, but not suffocatingly so, at the same time we can be far but not away”.

I was stunned by this talk! Just 4 days into the marriage and already he wanted HIS SPACE! I was flooded with doubts, uncertainties and big, fat tears which rolled incessantly down my cheeks. He went off to sleep, blissfully unaware of how his ‘gyaan giving’ had affected me. I waited to make some sense out of what he has said. I spent the whole night, watching the trees, urging them to get entwined forever, wishing them to stick together…anything to keep them together …my idea of togetherness. By morning, I was convinced that there has to be something wrong with me for hubby to say something so heartbreaking. Is he already bored of me? Am I not his kind? WHAT IS IT???? I was plagued by all such thoughts.

Seeing my puffy, red and still watering eyes, he almost leaped out of bed. On understanding the cause of all this anxiety, he explained that even though we had become one, he wanted me to have my own identity, my own thoughts, my own opinions and not become just a shadow of him. Very lovingly he told me that however romantic “Two bodies , one mind, one soul” sounded, in the long run, I would realize that both of us needed space and this would make us want to get back to each other rather than have to be with each other.

It took a lot of convincing but after all these years, I grudgingly admit that the coconut trees are still thriving and even today they want the breeze to blow them closer. They have witnessed many storms and rough weather, but they have learnt to dodge them and have become stronger and sturdier. So, all you newly weds…. Do apply this coconut theory in your lives…… do let me know what you think. Maybe some gyaan I too can give to hubby?

Thursday, January 8, 2009

RAISING THE BAR


All of us..well, most of us are brought up by our guardians / parents with love and care. Initially, we grow up with the feeling that the world begins and ends with us. We are the centre of the universe for our family and wrongly start believing that this holds true for everyone. Slowly, reality starts sinking and we begin to make concessions for others to have more importance than us. That is when we first raise our tolerance level a little bit. Then, we start hearing criticism about ourselves – from friends, neighbours, teachers…. Did you see how crooked her teeth are….. isn’t this the third time she has worn the same dress …. How untidily you write…..and your cocooned world comes crashing down. Didn’t Mom say I was the most beautiful girl in the world….didn’t Granny say that I looked like a princess irrespective of what I wore… Dad had sworn that I was a child prodigy… that I was Einstein in the making… whatever happened to all that???

Your tolerance then increases and you learn to rise above all this. Your world expands to include some people more beautiful and more intelligent than your own self.

Come teens and the jumping hormones play havoc with our already ravaged mind and body. Now is the time to find our idol, our ideal… we are on the threshold of entering erstwhile forbidden areas.. we are now allowed (albeit a little reluctantly) to go to parties, travel alone by public transport…so thrilling! Such a show of chivalry and courage! I will box his ears if he even as much as looks at me……. I will stop talking to her if she tells them I borrowed her dress. … these and many more such declarations are forgotten and buried in our memories. Again we raise the bar to tolerate deceit, to tolerate back-stabbing, to break a few more illusions about others…and yes… a few about ourselves also.

Then, the hot-headedness of youth takes over and we become crusaders..men on a mission to change the world. We advise our maid not to take shit from her drunkard husband, egg her on to revolt against him… tell our employed friends to stop being a wimp… hey, why don’t you just walk out on that stinking job? So what if you have kids? Tell our neighbour to stop being a housewife and grab that job… kids will learn to manage…

Then its time for us to get into the “real” world. We learn to ADJUST. Drunkard husbands are not alcoholics.. just “social” drinkers.. that bruise on the face is an allergy … you know how pollution is increasing…. Bosses are not rude or barbarians.. they are just having a bad day.. that’s all…. Husbands are not wayward.. they are just being “boys will be boys”… Your children are not criminals, they are just different! Raise that bar of tolerance….. raise a toast to peace!

Did we know we had it in us to drink so much poison without even the slightest flinching, without a murmur? Would we have believed that the carefree child within us would readily agree to be fettered? Did we know that amidst all the ugliness of our life, we would still continue to live it and accept it? Did we know our capacity to tolerate?

Let others change the world… I am too busy adjusting in here.