Sunday 13 July 2014

The Golden Journey to Samarkand

Losing an argument, in our household, is a serious matter. Losers are known to sulk for days. Winners  retain unhealthy levels of smugness for as long. Skill at arguing is considered to be a critical indicator of intellect. And hence my losing this particular argument was tough anyway, but because it was on a subject that I considered myself an expert on,  but my defeat was an exceptionally hard one.
And I was actually winning the argument on women’s rights, a few days ago, when Baba interjected, “But you see things won’t work out for women – their biological clocks and professional clocks are in complete conflict with each other.”
This was clearly not Baba’s own thinking, having insisted on that his own daughters do otherwise. I looked at him suspiciously. He was reading the newspaper.
“Rubbish,” I said, “That is such a medieval statement. Who says things like that nowadays.”
“This newspaper does,” replied Baba, still not looking up – this boded ill for me.
“Hmpfh. Conflicting clocks indeed. Must be a man,” I said, picking up my bags – I could hear the pool cab arriving.
“Not a man, no. It is a woman – this person that you spoke of so highly the other day.” He had the smug look of a potential victor. My heart sank.
I looked at him in dismay, the cab honking impatiently. “Ha. I don’t believe it, let me come back and read the papers,” I said as I went out of the door.
“Why wait?” Baba called after me, ”It will be on the internet. Indra Nooyi – the big boss of Pepsico claims women can’t have it all.”
As I flung myself into the cab, I knew I had lost this one. Stung, I logged on to the Net. As I went through the interview that had gone viral on the net, all the associated discussions around it, and some hitherto neglected research on Ms. Nooyi, my sense of dismay and disbelief steadily increased.   
 And in such circumstances, being as I am a Gupta, a Bengali, a feminist and a person who firmly believes she is heading toward having it all, I cannot stay silent. My way of life is being threatened and besides, I have lost an argument. Here then, is what I have to say. At this point, , the reader may benefit from a quick virtual review of the debate at the link below and some associated links.
http://www.forbes.com/sites/moiraforbes/2014/07/03/power-woman-indra-nooyi-on-why-women-cant-have-it-all/
1.    I shall begin my disagreement with Ms. Nooyi’s statement by agreeing with her. Agreed, women can’t have it all. But then, men can’t either. In fact I have always believed that women, with their natural ability to create life have an immense advantage  over men, to start with. The problem is with women who see this as a disadvantage – not with the Nature’s distribution of power.  To make a public statement of one’s own limited world view simply gives the chance to everyone to pull you down. And believe me that list of people in ‘everyone’ is a long one. Including me.
2.    But would you want it all, in the first place? I would rather have a choice. There is a deep wisdom in the saying – Be careful what you ask for; you might get it. I think the men are  quite clever, by focussing on what they are good at and portraying it as ‘all’. Shouldn’t we follow suit? If you really want to copy the men, that is.
3.    Ms. Nooyi says in the interview that women’s professional clocks and biological clocks are in complete conflict.  Do I agree? No. And I have three reasons for saying no.
Reason 1: Professional and biological clocks are not the only two clocks women have. I have many more clocks – a spiritual clock. A creative clock. A well being clock. A social clock. A political one.  And some. All of these exist simultaneously in each one of us. If you choose to limit yourself to 2 of these – the loss is yours. I have chosen not to, as have a couple of million other women. But the choice not to see and acknowledge that again is yours.
Reason 2: Technically, biology specifies that the most effective child bearing age is between 18-25 years. That does not coincide with the peak of our careers. But socially, we have pushed back child bearing ages, and are more or less unanimous in our agreement that child bearing before the age of 20 (though most of our grandmothers would not fit this) is risky. And so, we should not speak of a biological clock – we should speak of the social one. To smudge the edges of biology and society has been one of the ways in which patriarchy has succeeded. The choice to remain within a limiting social structure like patriarchy is again – yours. Not mine.
Reason 3:  I do not like clocks. They go tick tock tick tock and repeat exactly the same task over and over again – if left to themselves – for eternity. A terrifyingly limiting existence, Ms. N. Not one that I have chosen.
4.    Another example Ms. Nooyi gives of not having all is in the raising of her children. If her children want to play Nintendo, her response would be to get a secretary and train him/her in dealing with her children as she travelled to Tokyo? For many of us – who have no access to secretaries and/or do not wish to ‘remote control’ our children, the strategy is different – we teach our children not to play Nintendo. That is easier than you think – each of us have simple strategies. I have taught my children 3 things that I love – cycling, swimming and reading – now when we go for a swim together, I get to spend time with them and get to do what I love. This also ensures that my children make friends who have the same likes as they do. For the rest of this argument I have only questions: Do secretaries in Pepsico get training in dealing with Nintendo playing children? Is this what the secretarial schools teach nowadays? Also, does Ms. Nooyi realize that the majority of working women have no secretaries – they ARE often the secretaries? Does the word ‘cope’ in America apply to children? In India, it is mostly used for dealing with disease and delayed monsoons.( In fact, if Ms. Nooyi was in India and ‘coping’ she would have probably been in the Metereological Department. And not have to worry about clocks of any kind.) But the next question deserves to be a separate note –
5.    And this is the matter of her children complaining that she doesn’t come for Coffee Mornings in school as they happened on weekdays. Take the strategy Ms. Nooyi used to deal with this complaint. She got a list from the school of all the mothers who did not attend and shared this with her daughters telling them Look! I am not the only bad mom! There are so many other bad moms. Now her daughters will grow up with the understanding that yes, my mom’s a bad one. And so are all the other mothers who do not come to Coffee Mornings. Corollary – all moms who work are bad. All moms who stay at home and come for coffee mornings are good. Sigh. Ms. N, l don’t think this works. If you want the world of the masculine, you cannot get it by using feminine paradigms. As we feminists say  – you cannot dismantle the master’s house with the master’s tools. If you love your children as much as I love mine, you will find new tools, – that is the challenge and excitement that women have waiting for them –(and yet you say we don’t have it all) If you take my advice and that of a couple of million other women, you would influence the school to shift their Coffee Mornings to a more accessible time – if you’re the boss at an MNC that has global impact, I am sure you can impact a school. Or you could tell your daughters that their mom does a very important job – many people besides her two daughters are dependent on her. That you are proud of what you do. That being you at office allows you to have children, to love them and give them the best education that they so much deserve. That it allows you to bring the world into your home. You could take them to office and show them what you do. You could tell them that the moms who come to the Coffee Mornings are the good moms yes. But so are the moms like you who can’t come. If your daughters grow up feeling the passion that you bring to your life, they will grow up loving you even if you can’t do Coffee Mornings. And they will grow up believing that women who work are like their mother -  and want to be like you. Believe me, this works. And from a woman in your position, we expect that you will aid us in the new tools – not giggle about how the old tools make you feel guilty – that’s what they are supposed to do.
6.    And then there is the mother angle. Apparently Ms. N’s own mom is dismissive about her achievements and asked her to get the milk first when she returned home with the news of her promotion. She was asked to ‘leave the damned crown in the garage.’ Now if Ms. N cant organize to get a bottle of milk into her home in time, will she really be successful in getting millions of bottles of Pepsi across the world? But that’s an aside. Regarding mothers let me quote from one of my own earlier posts in this blog: “Make peace with your mother: She’s most often your safest refuge. Sita did and she got to go back home when she’d had enough. Draupadi wasn’t so sagacious and she had to satisfy herself with a rather bloodied revenge.” Actually, if you were in India, maybe you wouldn’t have had this problem. The only crowns you would have won would have been the glamorous kinds and we all know that mothers of suchly crowned women are actually very happy with their daughters.
7.    And then, there is the question of guilt.  You may want to  examine the use of the word ‘guilt’ and ‘death’. Especially when you wave your papers in the air and claim that you die of guilt – simply die of guilt. Do remember, women do die. Simply because they are women – and are born into the house of patriarchy – the house you seem so intent on protecting. A young aspiring woman was brutally raped and murdered in my city two Decembers ago. In another country across the borders, a young girl was shot at because she wanted to go to school and take more girls with her. No guilt involved here, see? These two women represent millions of women facing violence.  So when you speak of dying, may I suggest you speak responsibly. And use your position to speak against such crimes – anything less is not acceptable.
8.    Of your spouse then. And how he complains about being your spouse. If he does, examine your relationship, that’s what he’s asking you to do. Don’t waste your time convincing us that he ‘hurts the most’ – we are not convinced and he is no happier. But spousal relationships are a tough one and we are all working on it. And a couple of new tools are presenting themselves. So if you are still using hackneyed tools, may I suggest that you at least speak in the singular? And not generalize for all of us.
9.    And finally as I end my angst filled response, may I suggest you examine the use of the word ‘all’. It is an impossible word to quantify. And if there is anyone who does get it all – the winner takes it all, Ms. Nooyi. Just as my father did when he won this argument. So, if you don’t have it all, yet, it may just mean you are still not a winner. Or, you may simply be an obtuse person and insist on looking in the opposite direction while your ‘all’ sits waiting for you – have you seen the salary Wikipedia claims you are earning? And besides your all may not be my all. Your all seems limited to the 2 clocks you speak of. The corollary of this is that women who don’t have both or either of these clocks cannot have it all. Would it surprise you, Ms. N to know that there are millions of women who either do not work or do not have children or both – and yet are happy, contented women, full of the lust for life and making an immense positive impact on the world around them.  I am privileged to know many of them – in my family, amongst my friends and among the hundreds of amazing women I have worked with. And I am sorry you do not know of them – your life then is infinitely poorer than theirs. Or mine.
The lives of women are not about training, guilt, coping and hurt. And I am sorry to see these appear in the expressions of a woman who is a path breaker and considered a role model by many. I hope you will find it in yourself to move beyond those two clocks, because there is an entire universe out there – challenging, tough as nails, exciting, infinitely fascinating. To quote from a favourite poem –
“We travel not for the sake of trafficking alone –
By hotter winds our fiery hearts are fanned:
For the lust of knowing what should not be known,
We make the Golden Journey to Samarkand.”
May you make your Golden Journey and live to tell us a tale very different from the one you tell us now. Then I may not mind so much if I have lose an argument.







Sunday 11 May 2014

Maybe.

I have a small, select list of the compliments that I have received that have meant  a lot to me. Of these, some are related to my being a mother. One of them was made observing how both my daughters were growing up to be happy and well balanced children – that I was The One With A Golden Womb – “Shwarnagarbha” in Bengali. And the second was made during an intense discussion on parenting when some of my younger friends told me that I wore my motherhood like a medal of honour. I still treasure both compliments.  And I am a very hands on and proud mother. My children stand at the centre of my life.

And yet, I have always been conscious of the impact and influence of motherhood on my sense of womanhood. Over the years of my work with women’s rights and my own experience of motherhood, I have seen the immense anguish, angst and trauma that the concept of motherhood creates in our lives. And this is true for those of us who have had to give birth when they do not wish to, those of us who have given birth under luckier circumstances, those of us who cannot give birth, those of us who have not been able to give birth and those of us who do not wish to give birth. And all of us are real living women. And in meeting them, I have often felt maybe we have walked down the wrong road. Maybe if we had taken another road –

Maybe our existing concept of womanhood based on motherhood is incomplete.
Maybe the physical act of giving birth was only one of the hundreds of creative and life giving tasks that women were able to perform.
Maybe we were to learn from this act of giving birth to our children our other natural abilities –to create, to breathe life into, to nurture, to be fearless in the face of death, to have courage, determination, stamina, joy, the ability to withstand pain and loss, to be naturally and immensely creative and powerful.
Maybe we were to bring this power to our minds and our souls also.
Maybe the one million ova that every female child is born with was symbolic of every woman’s ability to create – to bring to life many things in our bodies, souls and minds.
Maybe our ancient cultures, those that were closer to nature, understood instinctively this innate power of women to create – to make fertile all that came her way – her womb, her home, her people, the earth, the ideas, the skills. And hence our first gods were goddesses.
Maybe in those ancient days, when our sisters of long ago lived with the full power of the feminine, our menstrual cycles were days of joy and celebration and sharing with the world – I am alive! I can create! I bear life breath! I am powerful!
Maybe we were really ten armed and ten headed.
Maybe over the years, we began to disregard our power over all other creations of the mind and soul and chose to create only with our bodies.
Maybe in doing so, our goddesses were turned into stone. Or into idols made of the earth we forgot to make fertile.
Maybe much of our troubles today arise from this limiting of our womanhood to the fertility of the body only – however unforgettable, precious and life changing the experience of child birth and parenting is.
Maybe in our obsession with the fertility of our bodies, our minds and souls lie fallow, untended and infertile, releasing their poisons into those very bodies that house the children of tomorrow.
Maybe in doing so we have given up our powers that were once naturally ours – and worse – divided ourselves against those of us who cannot or do not wish to have children.
Maybe in our uni dimensional focus on our body's creative potential, we have slowly forgotten to create and nurture ideas, skills, relationships.
Maybe we have all – including every generation of children that we are so proud to have borne, paid an incalculable price for having linked our woman hood to our bodies only.  
Maybe many of us reading this already know this to be true.
Maybe we should now start teaching every female child as she grows up – that your existence is the partnership of a triumvirate – your body, your mind and your soul. All three are equal in their ability and potential to give birth – to a child, to an idea, to a relationship. And all are equally valuable to humanity.


And then maybe we would see all women as equal, as they truly are. And only once we see ourselves as complete and equal can we hope for any real equality with the rest of the world.

Wednesday 29 January 2014

Survival and the dangers of free cheese

Being by nature rather intolerant, I am routinely irritated by people asking me on divers occasions how I managed  work and home together for so many years. My answer is usually characteristic, “I managed all of that because I managed myself. Don’t you?” But I find that on being asked this question, most other people tend to give extensive advice, reading suggestions, recommendations of classes to attend, food to eat, perfume to wear, places to travel to, etc. Being suitably impressed by a colleague’s similar advice yesterday, I have decided that I have been grumpy and selfish for too long. So I will no longer snap at others, but will share my insights and experience with all and sundry.
To start with, in keeping with what seems to be a very popular kind of advice – here is a  (characteristic) list of ‘Survival Tips’ to help you manage and invest in yourself.

1.      20 years ago, in a remote, rain drenched, river bordered village in South Bengal, I spent two days in the house of the local powerhouse – Bakul Boudi. In those two days, I understood clearly that in her village and in everything that was connected to it, Bakul Boudi was the final word. Tiny, wasp like and supremely in control, she raised 4 daughters of her own and 3 more of her brothers-in-law. At the time of my visit, all of them were either studying or working – all over the age by when most other girls in villages were married. Of course, I asked Bakul Boudi the inevitable question – why were they not married?
“Why should they be?” replied Bakul Boudi.
“Because everyone else does marry,”
“Does it help them?” she asked.
“I don’t know,” I replied, and catching her eye, realised it was better I kept quiet.
“Well, I would have got them married you know. But only if it would assure them 100% access to Heaven,” she said. “Since it doesn’t, as you and I both know, I think it is better that they are engaged in doing things they want to.” I do not remember hearing rousing music in the background, but I think that is only because the rain had blanketed out any other sound.

Survival tip #1:  Say yes to something, only if it brings you a little closer to heaven. If it doesn’t, say no.

2. 10 years ago, I was discussing a recent phase of my life with a sister in law I admired greatly. We were discussing the decisions we had taken in our lives – under very different circumstances, both of us had broken stereotypes to take decisions that were unusual. And she told me how she regretted that girls and women in our society were never taught to take decisions with themselves in the centre of the decision. “Such a simple thing, you would think,” she said, “But we are taught to think of everyone else but ourselves.”
And she said that if we did take decisions with ourselves at the centre of it, people would say we were selfish. And that in this subtle way, we subconsciously learnt to compromise and adjust with the world – so much so that one day, this would become a full fledged habit and we would be unable to imagine we were doing anything wrong by sacrificing ourselves. For that moment as she and I sat in silence, each reflecting on our own lives, the concrete jungles of Colaba Causeway seemed far easier to navigate than our own minds.

Survival tip # 2: Always take a decision with yourself at the centre of it. That is the only way you will be true to yourself and have control over your life.

3. Recently I had quoted one of my favourite poets in keeping with events happening around us:
“When lovely woman stoops to folly
And finds too late that men betray
What charm can soothe her melancholy
What art can wash her guilt away.”
Having always found these lines to be full of meaning in so many ways, I quote this here to highlight the last line – the guilt of the woman. We know we are party to the betrayal because we have stooped (though men can betray even if women don’t stoop, but that would be a topic for another post) – we have not been able to say no.
I am increasingly of the opinion that the majority of our problems stem from not being able to say no. And if we do say no, we tend not to explain why we are saying no. Even Feminism says a simple ‘no’ should be enough – why is an explanation necessary? I say the explanation is possibly the most important part of saying no – if one is truthful about it. Take the stereotype of a woman saying no to a man’s ‘affections.’ If one says only no, one runs the terrible risk of being considered coy. If, on the other hand, I provide the true explanation – “No, I cannot return your affection because I am attracted only to intelligent men,” my refusal is complete and unambiguous. You can choose - frank and opinionated? Or gentle and coy?

Survival Tip # 3: Say no fearlessly. And always explain yourself. Truthfully.


Having practised all the above – sometimes with success, sometimes not so, I can say that none of them come easy, but no good things in life come easy, do they? Like they say, the only free cheese is in a mousetrap. You’ll pay a price for trying them out, yes. But then you are anyway paying a price for not trying……