Tuesday, 3 December 2013

The Divine Guilt of Motherhood.

Last summer holiday, I decided to take some days off from the domestic front and indulge a few days with my friends in Kerala. I boarded a passenger train from Bangalore which rambled along the folklore inspired temples along the way. My fellow occupants were travelling as a family, a lively bunch. The lady of the group was eager to engage in a conversation. The talk started with the predictable pleasantries. The inquiries on where I was going, when my return was due etc were duly answered .The curiosity also binged on my marital status, kids, and their whereabouts. Also,an attempt to find the reason for my visit was made, “must be something important to... leave the children back home?" I answered that it was just a casual visit. “My children will not stay without me”, she said, a touch of pride there.And continued that she didn't like to leave them out of her care. Does taking time out exclusively for myself, devalue being mother? Am I being irresponsible?


This casual conversation made me look at some choices women that I have come to know make. A newbie mother brought a nanny from hometown, and was back to work, the third month of birthing. As with similar instances, there was a talk on how the mother, “rushed back" to work. The “deteriorating” sense of motherhood was discussed at length. Many in the community mourned on profession becoming ‘more’ important than mothering,how mothers are becoming 'irresponsible.' It seemed that,with the onset of motherhood,it  becomes the single defining purpose of a woman, diminishing all the other facets of her personality. The notion of motherhood as the pervasive function of women after birthing needs to be refuted .It is one of the many experiences of being a woman. In comparison, nobody questions the other facets of a male, with the arrival of fatherhood. The lopsided patriarchal view judges of women who choose to return to their profession or interest 'soon',as being negligent of  their duty.


In practical terms, birthing is a transformational phase. To the women with other interests/career, it necessitates a decision regarding the time needed to be away from those.It could range from a few weeks, months or a few years. There is no right choice per se, the focus is on the mother's assertion, and her voice playing a part in the consensus, without the ‘guilt’ that many women say they feel. Of late, the guilt factor has become the cause for anxiety and frustration among the working mothers who are expected to hit the perfect family-work balance. The woman is constantly evaluated on how dutiful a mother she is, and also on how good she is in taking care of the domestic sphere. The hig bar set  makes woman feel deficient and guilty.


There is another friend who went back to work after a gap  of 4years.She was bogged with many 'after' and 'before' comparisons .Comments abound on how she was more attentive to children then, and now, not exactly being so. There are a few things deferred, some short cuts in cooking , add to it being “impatient”.Why is there an ‘evaluation’ of this sort on the female? Resolutely, the domestic role is ingrained in the social psyche as the role of the female, that should she adopt it as her only priority, questions are hardly asked. But, by being a professional woman, it seems, she just added something more to the domestic role. Right there comes the golden standard of the family-work benchmark.. with a healthy dose of being a ‘good’ mother. Two female colleagues of my sister, turned down promotion citing stress, ”managing children  and profession” as the reason.Many women fret that they simply ‘fall short’ of what they should be,and feel guilty about it.And hence,it is easier to forgo promotion and settle for something lesser.I recall an instance where the wife had gone out of town for a job requirement,and the husband had to take care of the kids,and of course his work.She was telling me about how the well wishers were sympathising with the husband and being impressed by the graciousness.She did make it a point,to reply that it was something that she had done before.But,she confided,that at some points,she felt that it was a wrong decision from her part. The self doubt did get to her. 





This anxiety/frustration has a lot to do with the romanticised version of motherhood.Recall the sea-of-benevolence ‘good’ mother characters in  films and serials, the kind, ever patient, always -putting- herself- last, types. Such behavioral norms are perpetuated in the patriarchal hegemony, so much so that women continue to 'measure' themselves according to the glorified definition.The unnatural reverence of motherhood does more harm than good by setting unattainable goals. Many a times,women find themselves caught in apologetic and defensive explanation of their choices.The feeling of 'guilt' is unfounded.Women need to stop being harsh on themselves, and reject the unsolicited ‘evaluations’ of their ‘performance’.Its essential to debunk the myth of the perfect mother and reject the need for approval from patriarchal definitions.  The neat 'order' that comes within the mystified perception of motherhood serves only as an utopian ideal.The family dynamics need to renegotiated in the private sphere.The woman should assert her intellectual aspirations, the many facets that make her personality and engage in interests that nourish the spirits, even if it gets chaotic or ruffle some feathers.

Trick

Behold ! behold !!
The magician
extracting colours
out of his mouth.
Paper crepes never ending
yellow,purple,fuchsia
fuchsia,purple,yellow.
Yellow,the bile.
The jeering children
haven't learnt it yet.

The tricks perfect
Wring out the intestines
small and large
all of it's length
the infested stomach
The slick sick bile
The inside,out.

Monday, 25 November 2013

A Flash

Glimpses arrive cradled
in fleeting  repose.
Shimmering peacock feathers
rippling canopy over
million paper boats
surfing seas.

Pecking crows

Voracious crows

Peck  the crumbs.

Vegetable eternity.

Wednesday, 20 November 2013

Time,the time.

If it's not time,then
what else is?
Sporty dictator,
envelope tent
for  conscious followers
and  wanderers.

The out-of-date-man
carried green canvas bag
stuffy with recorded
 and re recorded
video cassettes,rent
for five rupees a week.
three decades of thinness,
bits and bytes forward
over write memories to convenience.
My  biological clock
has a heady disdain for those,
Mere apparatus.
Tiptoes with every breath,
The cells lost
in renewal and replacement
are the ties to be severed.

Saturday, 16 November 2013

Will

Lives in me exchange stories
of times that were and
times that are not.
Reminiscing the deranged
line that parts the two.
By design,
body and it's shadow
do not catch up?


The mechanism of my will
commands to stow away
the trinkets,books and what-nots
that carry your faint apparitions
Bury your fragrance,in the woods.
Tend the backyard,
get high on noisy laughter,
though it echoes with a vengeance.

Wednesday, 13 November 2013

The Bird

Blatant summer etherialised
the sculpture of molten hallucinations.
A bunch of dry leaves
prattling on sidewalk.

There was a humming bird
perched fondly on the forged shape.
What became of her?