I was watching Qayamat Se Qayamat Tak the other night and was stuck by how the women in it were so subservient, submissive, so pushed into the background that they only way they could bringing attention to themselves was by being the focus of a man's drama.
I have been thinking about this a LOT since I have house guests from India - a friend's father and elder brother.
Whenever I imagine their life at home, I think of the QSQT women hovering around them, attending to their every physical/culinary need.
Housguests are so used to women running the kitchen that they don't even realize that dishes and utensils don't get put away by themselves.
I honestly don't think either of them have ever had to even get themselves a glass of water in India.
The times when they are left on their own (and this just means, they have to heat the rotis and dal and rajma the boy and I have made for them) ends up with every single dish being open, all the utensils being out , it's like little children were in there, trying to make themselves a meal.
It was kind of heartrending when the elder brother tried boiling water and looked at me with 'i am doing good, yes?' expression.
The Boy has been doing a speedy gonzales kind of thing of whipping kitchen clean before I have to enter it. I think, in his head, he is afraid I am going to explode all over houseguests one day.
But honestly, I am just slightly bemused by the whole hardcore traditional roles the women play in their lives.
Monday, September 24, 2007
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They may learn by watching. Watching Imtiaz, I mean. Obviously, watching you is no good since you are female. Ooh, I wonder how soon your bemusement will turn to annoyance.
M.L.
Welcome to my world! welcome to India...
oh completely and absoutley awweessomee!!! We are still celebrating...the firecrakers are still bursting and drums still on...
*BIG SIGH* I hope i don't end up with one of those...
:-) hope you're surviving the messy kitchens.
LOL at your bemusement! The first time I witnessed it, and I am an Indian, I was annoyed, not bemused. Because it was happening to me. I was the "Indian woman" supposed to be pottering around them, making lives comfortable for them, handing them that proverbial glass of water that they never lifted a finger to get themselves. :) I was annoyed because I knew I had to live with it the rest of my life (this was after I got married) - I guess you are bemused because you are just an outsider looking in - you don't have to "live it" more than a few days or weeks at the most :D
You said it GTN!
I would be so super mad if this was was something I had to put up with for the rest of my life. The whole helpless man, woman taken for granted thing would drive me insane if I had to deal with it.
OMG - you have no idea how much this annoyed me when I was there. I refused at times point blank to do something for my Dad when it was obvious he could do it for himself and he wasn't busy. And gave little bro a whack on the head every time he tried to do the same thing. ain't gonna have him getting that "helpless Indian male complex". :P
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