Monday, April 26, 2010

Draupadi, the undaunted spirit!

I don't think I've given so much thought to The Mahabharata after I outgrew the fascination for Nitish Bharadwaj who played Lord Krishna in that tele-serial.

I always liked The Ramayana though. Or at least as a child when I heard the stories of Rama, it was always with an admiration that I looked up to the prince-God who was such an obedient son, an ideal husband and a very nice brother. I even remember an ad (was it a contraceptive ad, I can't recollect) where the to-be-bride is blessed by elderly women to have a husband who is like Ram, who has a brother like Lakshman and mother like Kaushalya (with lyrics something to this effect Jiske ho Lakshman se bhai jiski Kaushalya si mai...)

But now, almost a couple of decades later, I started looking at The Mahabharata in a different perspective. For no specific rhyme or reason! And the first thing that caught my attention is the etching of the female characters, the prominent ones especially.

A hint at the idea of equality - however subtle it might be - is another concept that I couldn't miss in my not-so-thorough examination. Not once did I feel that the character of Draupadi was treated any different from the character of Krishna. I almost felt like the author said it in so many words that if Krishna can have more than one wives, so can Draupadi. Now that's what I call equality.

Of course, the subtlety or the cover-up is more for the sake of unwilling, grudging, unapproving readers who're rather averse and intolerant towards the idea of a woman having more than one husband. So, I don't think we can blame the author for blaming it on the mother-in-law (but of course!!!) who asks her sons to divide whatever they got equally among themselves. But still, at one level, the Maharshi has to give up the pretense and try to show Draupadi in a good light, and prove her to be as much a pativrata as Gandhari (who chooses to remain blindfolded for the sake of her blind husband). Especially in the episode with Keechaka in the Virata Parva.

At one point, I even wondered if Gandhari would have been better off not being blindfolded so she could give her husband good advice and guide him in the right direction instead of the routine "following in husband-God's footsteps". But I'm not questioning Gandhari's convictions here. It's Draupadi that I sympathize with more (and often pity too). To me, the biggest condemnation of her character stems from the fact that no so-called 'sane' couple would name their daughter Draupadi or Panchali. Beats me totally!

I strongly believe that despite some story about Draupadi's previous birth justifying her marriage to five men, her character had never been properly understood or absolved. Supposedly, Draupadi in her previous birth wishes to marry Lord Shiva but ends up committing suicide as Shiva says her wish cannot be fulfilled in this birth. But in her desperation to get her wish granted, she asks for 'pati pati pati pati pati' five times in a row when God, overjoyed with her severe penance, appears in front of her. Her boon is granted, but she'd have to be re-born as Draupadi. I don't remember where and when I read the story but I found it utterly ridiculous when I realized, with shock, the attempt to attribute chastity to a woman with five husbands!

I partly understand Draupadi's plight, her sense of justice, convictions, confusion, struggle. I admire her fight to prove herself in a male-dominated world... and also sympathize with her character totally but...

BUT... call it double standards or whatever, I don't think even I'd dare to think of naming my daughter after her, or rechristen myself Draupadi!! Sorry Mrs Panchali but I can do only so much as writing a blog post about you, and pay you a literal literary tribute, BUT nothing more! Thank you very much!

This post is dedicated to the undaunted and indefatigable spirit of Draupadi aka Panchali who has endured more s*%# than Sita aka Janaki, the pativrata ...

Monday, April 19, 2010

The art of losing weight

Good news for all wannabes out there who're envious of my weight loss!! A handful of my readers have taken turns in making my life miserable by constantly stalking me online asking away questions on how I have "lost so much weight". Phew! Somehow I feel it's more fun and easy to be round and roly poly than struggle (in vain, frustration, and desperation) to get into a size zero like our neurotic, anorexic, reed-thin role models.

However, since I've managed to lose weight, pretty successfully too, I'm going to act like this amazing fitness guru and give away my secretly guarded mantra for success. Without asking for a single penny (despite being a poor housewife) in return for my bada bing secret. Seriously!

Okay now the bad news... there's no real hard-hitting secret formula. I swear! I really have no clue why I've lost a lot of weight in a few months' time. It's just a bit of an idiotic routine and diet regime that I follow nowadays I guess. Oh puhleeeeeeezzzzz! Not strict crash diet routines for me. I have never tried those awful vegetable juice+clear soup+salad+sprouts+apple kind of diets (rather they never worked for me) so I won't suggest that to anyone either.

So there are a few cool things that I've been following for the past eight months. Only after everybody around started noticing and glorifying my so-called weight loss have I realized that I've finally succeeded at something without actually making an effort... never really put my heart and soul into.

I wish I had this kind of success with my projects without so much as ruffling a strand of my hair back in those working days... Anyway, below are a few things I do remember doing.
  • Get up everyday at 6 a.m. sharp (though the alarm is usually set to 5.30 - shhh, now that's a secret).
  • Drink coffee in a hurry so it literally scalds the tongue before the first student walks in at 7.15. Take no break for the next 3 hours, and tutor three batches of students.
  • Is stomach growling? Make proper breakfast or eat left-over noodles, a couple of biscuits, or two slices of toast. Round it off with chai while watching stupid saas-bahu serials. You'll be done in less than 5 minutes, trust me - unless you've loads of patience to sit through a sit-com.
  • Start cooking for lunch straightaway, unless there's work that involves stepping out of the house, and get done with it in half-an-hour! Mostly I end up making easy-to-cook things like tomato rice, vangi bhath, pulihora, khichdi, lemon rice, curd rice, etc. I do make an elaborate affair with dhal, rice, rasam, sabji, chutney/ pulusu - but it all depends on my mood and what the beti wants to eat that day!
  • Keep chatting with friends till daughter returns. Give her food, make her sleep and return to chatting. No, I don't eat immediately. That's something I've learned after leaving my last organization. I eat ONLY when I get hungry. Otherwise, I don't mind waiting till past 3 p.m. too, or even skipping my meal if I'm not too hungry.
  • Wake up daughter, help her study (and yell at her in the process at the top of your voice as often as you can - that way you can burn a lot more calories).
  • Walk down to the beach/ temple/ in-laws' house - basically anywhere you want to, and for however long you want. Sometimes I walk a couple of times end to end in our half-an-acre plot while supervising the work.
  • Have a light early dinner (mostly idli, dosa, roti, utappam, upma etc) - say before 8.30 p.m. Read a book or newspaper or chat till you go to bed (preferably before midnight).
Here's the gist of my current mottos:
  1. Eat with your mouth, not with your mind.
  2. Never eat when you're not hungry.
  3. Don't indulge in greedy eating.
  4. Don't neglect snacks and chai in between meals :P
  5. Eat heartily whatever you can lay your hands on and whenever you want to.
  6. Don't forget to walk everyday - 'just keep walking, just keep walking, just keep walking' in true Dory style. :)
And these are what keep me going, keep me fit, make me slim, and make me happy. Amen!

Friday, April 16, 2010

Hyderabad fears?!

And I've decided never to enter Hyderabad again! Gosh! But why? I don't hate the city. In fact, I love the city because that is one of the very few places close to my heart and the only place where I've spent all my childhood, teenage and most of my adulthood too. Then what's with me? Well, never mind.

Or, may be you should mind and take note of things. Okay, actually, let me make myself clear. I love Hyderabad but I'm scared of the city now.

This syndrome of "Hyderabad fears" started last year in October when I went for Dasara holidays with my daughter. There was the unfortunate spate of floods. Floods, floods, floods... at unheard of places too... all because of unannounced arrival of untimely rains. It kept pouring and pouring, and water kept flooding the city and its surrounding areas. Water, water everywhere not a sip to drink at all! So there went my holiday josh in one jolt. All 10 days gone for a toss! Disappointed, I went back.

The next trip came after two months... Christmas vacation. How can I miss all those fun visits and Christmas cake(s)? Sigh! And grrrrrrrrrr! Wrong timing I guess. The whole Telangana issue cropped up like there was no tomorrow. Agitations, slogans, more agitations, more slogans, burning down buses, pelting stones... oh what a fun trip it was! One week went by without us venturing out of the house for fear of landing in hospital, or, worse, jail! More grrrrrrrrrrrr!!!

This time I thought I was being extremely smart before booking my tickets after a 3-month break. I carefully followed all the newspapers both online and offline without missing even a single letter on each page to make sure everything was fine with Hyderabad. It actually was - after I made my booking, and during my 20-hour train journey, and even after I reached the Secunderabad Railway Station.

But as luck would have it, within a few days after I landed, riots shook the city as two communities fought violently over some different colored flags. Right! Thank you! And the area we were staying in happens to be surrounded by troubled areas. Time gone is time lost. Soon time was ripe for me to bid another activity-less goodbye to the city and travel back to my peaceful haven.

That also makes me wonder if the AP government should pay me some concession fee of sorts to keep me where I'm so I don't step into the city and, THEN, there's no trouble... :P

Time for some quick bucks I say! When should I plan my next trip?