Been MIA for a while now from my blog…the last month or so have been horrible. Between work, K and the new baby (13 weeks now!), I have been so exhausted that writing just took a back seat.
My K turned 2 this past week and he has been the center of attention. His “Happy Laa-laa”, as he likes to call is birthday, was awesome. His squeals of delight upon seeing his gifts, the birthday cake, the clown and the bouncy castle were enough to put huge smiles on our faces and for us to sigh with relief that our baby was truly happy and excited.
K is a summer baby and so planning a birthday in our backyard was an easy option for both his birthdays. Our large yard is the perfect setting for kids to run wild. However, with baby no. 2 due in December, it hit me yesterday that my second one will not have a backyard birthday party. No summer colors, bouncy castles, piniata, bubbles or playing in the sandbox. Instead, it would be held indoors with dull, dreary colors. There may not even be a lot of people around at that time what with Christmas and New Year in that week. I know I am thinking way ahead in the future but time flies with kids and before you know it, I will be looking for a Chuck E Cheese or something of that sort to gather a few kids and celebrate the baby’s birthday.
On the other hand, maybe just maybe we can do the destination birthday thing. Note to self – buy a 649 ticket next time I am at the grocery store.
What are some of the unique things you have done for your winter baby?
On the eve of Mother’s day, I want to tell my mom, “Thank You”.
- Thank you for loving me every second, whether I did right or wrong. You were there to pat me on my back and hug me when I did the right thing and teach me a lesson when I was wrong. Yet, you never stopped loving me.
- Thank you for making us, your daughters, your priority no matter what. You always took the backseat and we never thanked you for making us the stars in your life.
- Thank you for teaching us the value of family, respect, faith and culture. We realize the meaning of the “lectures” now! 🙂
- Thank you for being the rock in our lives…always.
- Thank you for the millions of hugs and kisses.
- Thank you for still treating me as your baby ( I am 30 and a mother of one…going on my second!).
- Thank you for knowing what I want to say, even before I say it.
- And thank you for the many things that I have selfishly forgotten.
As I find out that I am going to me a mom for the second time, I realize more than ever that being a mom is not just about raising a child, it is about raising a healthy and happy family and you, mama, have done just that. So thank you for being my mama.
Happy Mother’s Day! Love you! 🙂
This past week has caused me to think about what it means to be a woman, specifically a woman born Indian. Until recently, I did not think that I was any different than anyone else. I thank my parents’ upbringing for that. They gave us a strong foundation by instilling cultural values, the ability to differentiate between right and wrong and confidence in making our decisions. We are a family of 3 girls (yes, brown people, THREE girls !) and from an early age were given freedom in making our choices. Sure, our parents guided us when they felt we may not be making the right decision but more often than not, they would give us their reasoning and let us decide. We were always involved in decisions that may affect our family, be it as trivial as buying a new appliance for the home or the next expat assignment that my dad should accept. I realized this week that my parents may have been an exception to the general parenting style in India.
Over the course of the last few days, horrible cases of infant and newborn girls being killed by their own family have surfaced in India. These are just a few of the ones that the Indian media has broadcast in the hundreds and thousands of infanticide cases that happen each day. Be it foeticide, infanticide, dowry killings, rape or murder, Indian women have learned to live with no rights. Those women that are lucky enough to not be subjected to any of the above, still have to endure other kinds of humiliation. Just a couple of days ago, a fairness cream ad was released which advertised the product’s power of skin lightning around the vagina. Come on! Do our vaginas now have to be white to have sex?! What kind of a message is being sent to the new generation; that you will only have a happy life if you are fair skinned? One more thing for society to ask of women…pile it on.
All this happens in a land where the majority of its people worship Devis or Goddesses and is widely known as a spiritual haven. It is a country where the literacy rate is 74%, roughly 3 times the population of US, is one of the fastest growing economies in the world, and one with a space program and nuclear energy. Yet, every day women are deprived of their basic rights.
Somewhere, I think Indian women are one of the causes for their own degradation. Had we raised our voices against physical, mental and emotional abuse to us and our children and not worried about the “shame” it would bring to the family, our situation would not have been this deplorable. As Mary Wollstonecraft said, ” I do not wish them to have power over men, but over themselves.” We forget that as women, WE are the ones giving birth to the sons AND daughters. This oppression has to be stopped and women have to unite and raise their voices together.
Illustration courtesy: http://www.dailymail.co.uk/indiahome/index.html
It is amazing that in today’s world, rampant with consumerism, Living Green has become a concept that has to be taught. Yet, most of the tips provided by Live Green Gurus were common practices a few generations ago.
My grandmother managed her household in a much simpler time when she didn’t have access to the abundance of products that we do today. Living in India, my grandma used to tell us about how they had a wood burning stove and even used cow dung or cow pie as fuel to light the stove. They didn’t have heat in the winters so everybody in the family would huddle around the stove at night while milk was heated for all. Nothing went to waste in the kitchen. The cream that formed on top of the milk when boiling was used to make ghee (clarified butter). If milk was over a day old, it was quickly converted to paneer (Indian cottage cheese) for the fear that the milk would go to waste. Vegetable waste was fed to cows and dogs that roamed the streets. Clothes were recycled; old saris where used to make bed sheets and totes to carry vegetables from the vegetable market. She definitely didn’t raise her 4 kids in disposable diapers and used cloth instead (I know what you are thinking – yes, cloth was used as a personal hygiene product as well). Her eyeliner was organic, made by burning almonds in a pan. The charred remains are known as kajal or kohl.
She did all that and more while raising 4 kids. *Standing ovation* And here I am unable to sometimes go to the grocery store. Anyway, although I cannot do all the amazing things she did, here are some things that I do to keep my home and wallet green:
- Cleaning products – I like to use a mixture of baking soda, lemon, vinegar and warm water to remove stains off the kitchen counter, cabinets, sink and tub. I mix baking soda in about a cup of water, juice of half a lemon and a few drops of vinegar. Use baking soda in your toilet as well. All of these items are inexpensive and are typically available to you in your kitchen /pantry at all times.
- Wood polish – to keep our furniture shiny, I wipe them with a few drops of olive oil (my toddler son has learned to spit and that does the job too!)
- Thermostat/AC – we keep our thermostat set at 20ºC in the winter (no t-shirts allowed!) and our AC at 22ºC in the summer. Our AC is used only during the non-peak hours and during peak hours our fans keep us cool.
- Electricity usage – we limit the use of our washing machine, dryer and dishwasher to non-peak hours and conserve electricity. We have noticed a huge decrease in our hydro bills in the past year while doing so.
- Recycle, recycle, recycle! We consciously try to recycle all cartons, glass, plastics and metal. My husband is a stickler for following the instructions on what can and cannot go into the Blue bin as per the Toronto city guidelines. http://www.toronto.ca/garbage/bluebox/
- Garden – Weeds are my husband’s nightmare. He would like nothing more to get the most destructive chemicals to get rid of these life-sucking plants. However, WE like to spray them down with a vinegar and warm water mixture. Also, during the summer, used tea leaves, egg shells go in to the soil of our garden.
- Disposable towels – I have decreased the use of disposable towels considerably and instead use small hand towels to wipe kitchen counters and cabinets.
- Dryer sheets – another great tip, that I have yet to try, is to soak a hand towel in fabric softener. Once it is dry, use it in your dryer as a dryer sheet. This should last up to 40 loads. Credit: http://www.apartmenttherapy.com/make-your-own-f-36020
- Second hand items – we believe in buying gently used furniture as much as possible. In fact, after we had our son, we bought used toys for him and gladly accepted his first car seat, soft toys and clothes from friends and family. We also donate gently used clothing and other items at our local Goodwill store.
So, although I sometimes debate about whether I should expose poor earth dwelling organisms to living hell by putting my son’s poop diapers in the green bin or to just chuck them in the garbage pail, I hope that the small decisions I make for the betterment of our home will also help our earth breathe a little easier.
What are some of the things that you do to make your home green?
“Social progress can be measured by the social position of the female sex.”
― Karl Marx
Women are oppressed everywhere, but in India, there are generations of women that are missing. Or shall I say, that have been wiped out. In a country with one of the fastest growing economies in the world, female foetal abortions and infanticide are still widely prevalent. The male child is preferred as a son is viewed as the provider for the family and a daughter, as a liability that has to be married off with a dowry. This view is not just the mentality of the uneducated or lower class but supported in the middle and upper classes of India, albeit more discreetly. Despite the government ban on sex determination, sex selective abortions still take place resulting in a large gender imbalance.
The onus of this genocide lies with both the government and the citizens. This has to stop now. A global campaign to stop this genocide, The 50 Million Missing, is pushing for the Indian government to enforce existant laws on female foeticide. Founded by writer and gender activist, Rita Banerji, this campaign is an international effort to demand justice for the millions of missing Indian women.
Please support this campaign by clicking on this link and signing the online petition: Call for Government Action to Stop Female Genocide In India Petition | GoPetition.
Yesterday, I had an opportunity to sit with a 94 year old engineer who had, against all odds, saved his family from the massacre during the partition of India in 1947, resulting in the present day India and Pakistan. He was able to save himself and his family from being counted in the 500,000 or so people that perished during this time.
The partition of India caused a mass migration of people from one country to the other; the largest movement of people in recorded history.
Bauji (means father or grandfather), as I will call him now, was a young 29 year old with a wife, 4 year old son and a newborn daughter. He lived in the province of Jhang, which now falls in Pakistan. His young family and he were forced to flee from their home to India with nothing but the clothes on their back and some jewelry that they hid under their clothes. His newborn daughter was 4 days old when they started their journey, during which they cheated death twice, got separated and then reunited. He vividly remembers seeing bodies of people lying in trucks and the panic, fear and mistrust among people.
His story made me realize that there must have been thousands of such heart-wrenching stories. Of the millions of people that migrated from one country to the other, many must have lost loved ones, left behind family members who didn’t want to leave their homes and others became homeless. Their stories have gotten lost in trying to make a life for themselves in their new homes.
Bauji and Mataji (grandmother) went on to raise a family of well-educated and successful children. They now live here in Canada and are respected members of the South Asian community. I feel blessed that they shared their story with me.