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The Dysfunctional Family...!

What do you think of your family? Do you consider it normal, slightly abnormal, or highly dysfunctional? As a kid I never had any doubts, my family was a completely normal middle-class Indian family. Dad in a menial government job, mom to prove her value, worked as a private school teacher and they had two kids, me and my brother. Everything as expected. My brother and I viewed the world as a sketch our parents drew. Who to trust, what to learn, how to greet, and so on. Then inadvertently things changed. We moved out of our parent's home and grew our perspectives. Now somehow our conventional life started to seem a bit off. Now both of us are two grown individuals and can see our family through the lens we polished gradually with our experiences. The outcomes were not very exciting. As a result, we started poking our parents. Expected them to change. Their ways are now uncomfortable for us. Mom is no longer the epitome of perfection. Dad has his flaws as a person. (Isn't it str

एक अन्तरावलोकन...!

हर वो घटना जो एक नारी के सम्मान को ठेस पहुंचती है, पूरे देश में आक्रोश और बदलाव की मांग, की एक लहर उठा देती है | हम धरने करते हैं, नारे लगते हैं, सरकार से सख़्त कानूनों की मांग करते हैं, सरकारें एक दुसरे पर दोषारोपण करती हैं, कुछ झूठे वादे किये जाते हैं, और क्यूंकि यह इक्कीसवीं सदी है तो इन सब के साथ-साथ अपने बेटों को और बेहतर इंसान बनाने की बातें करते हैं | पर क्या इतने वर्षों में हम यह सीख पाए हैं कि अपनी बेटियों की परवरिश कैसे करें ?  क्या बचपन में हमने अपनी बेटियों की  यह  सिखाया गया था  कि कोई गलत तरह से छुए तो चिल्ला-चिल्ला कर सकबो बताना है ? या फिर  यह  कि बस चुप-चाप उसे भूल जाना है ? उससे इस बारे में कभी कोई बात करी या नहीं ? पर बात तो हमसे भी किसी ने नहीं करी, हम भी तो भूलना सीख गए | हाँ बात ना करना ही बेहतर है, वरना अजीब हो जायेगा ना थोड़ा ? विदाई के वक़्त आज भी लड़की को यही बोलते हैं क्या के आज से ससुराल ही तेरा घर है ? क्या अपने अपनी बेटी को ये बोला था कि आज से तेरे दो घर हैं ? है ना दो घर ? अच्छा ये सब ना सही पर शादी के बाद उसकी गलती ना होने पर भी उसे झुक जाने को तो नहीं बोला

An inevitable transition...!

I was in school, when this one time my nanaji and my father both were extremely sick. Being from a middle class family, I have never witnessed any public display of affection between my parents. They only used to talk about the ration, bills and our school fees. The whole situation unknowingly convinced me that my mother did not love my father or his side of family. On the other hand, nanaji was mother’s best friend. They always stayed updated with each other’s life even in the postcard era.   Despite of sharing a stronger bond with her father, mother decided to stay with her husband instead. I clearly remember mentoring my brain for the possibility that I might had to take care of papa. But when she didn't leave. I questioned her, “why?” To which she immediately replied, “Because this is my home and my priorities lies here. You will understand when you will grow older.” Strange! I thought.   I am older now and have been married since last 3 years yet I did not find the answer to m