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This has been a weekend for celebrating women.
Contrary to my tendency of avoiding mass scale get-togethers (n > 10), I found myself along with a blogging offspring (who had independently registered herself), at the Dove-Indiblogger Women Bloggers Meet held in mid-town Mumbai. More than 90 women had registered, and converged there, from various corners of Mumbai, miles away; possibly some even came from other cities.
A wonderful welcome after the hassles of Mumbai travelling, cool drinks, and a plethora of pampering offers of leg massage, hand massage and hairwashing/styling,
it was a morning of great companionship, where we put faces to blogs, introduced ourselves , listened to the Dove folks extol the virtues of their new products, and old folks like me suppressed a smile seeing corporate looking Dove chaps giving a speech and using the word "chipku" to define oil slathered sticky hair. No one likes oily sticky hair, and Dove had come up with a non oily alternative. They had a lady with soft manageable wonderful hair give us a talk about how to use the stuff. And all the while it was interspersed with the Indiblogger MC person, having quick announcements and competitions which had really nice Gift certificates as prizes. A terrific lunch later, there was a team treasure hunt, commenting on each others backs on huge white hanging paperboards, (notice how different it is from commenting behind each other's backs), and all the while various folks kept going into screened enclosures with bedraggled windswept hair, and returning with freshly washed, fragrant, blow dried and set hair, which was an event in itself. The event ended with all the ladies being given amazing Dove hampers, and the much coveted Indiblogger tees.
Then IHM , who had invited entries for the Tejaswee Rao Bloggers Awards, and had been flooded with entries in 39 categories , all related to Women, announced by Sunday evening, that the first set of results would be announced the next day. All reflecting, the Woman of India, the trauma and celebrations at her birth, her growing up, her place in the family, society and the world, her ambitions,her disappointments, and thrills, what she has to put up with as a sibling, daughter, daughter-in-law,wife,employee, and even as a boss; all this across the spectrum from have-nots to the extra-haves. And one looked forward to a huge library of articles to be enjoyed with a decent cuppa , at one's leisure....
Sometime during the Indiblogger event, I got a call on my cell phone. The number looked vague, I wasn't expecting any call, and I cut the call as we proceeded to the lunch area. The phone rang again. I picked it up.
It was my household help,"S.", a much blogged about lady. Since we were leaving for this event fairly early in the morning, she was going to come and cook a simple hot lunch at noon, for the non-blogger at home, and she was calling to say, that she had cooked some extra stuff , as she wouldn't be coming in the evening, since she was off to hospital, having just become a grandma for the 4th time. She, 3 sons, 3 daughters-in-law, 3 grandsons, and 1 daughter lived in 1.5 rooms, and she had just acquired a 4th grandson ! Much excitement and celebration, and I congratulated her and told her I would see her the next day. I was amazed that she remembered to call me in all the excitement.
She came in this morning, with a big smile on her face. The entire family had been to the hospital the previous day, and the new mother would be coming home in a couple of days. She made some tea for both of us, brought me mine, and I asked after her daughter-in-law, how the other little grandsons reacted to the new arrival and so on.
Her face wreathed in smiles, she told me everything. Then looked a bit wistful .
Finished her tea, collected both our cups, and stood up to go to the kitchen.
"You know, four grandsons; I'm happy. But I was dearly hoping for a granddaughter ! I suppose I'll just have to wait...."
And I thought about all those super qualified moneyed folks who go do ultrasonic exams to determine the sex of the foetus in their daughter-in-law's womb, and the radiologists who defy laws and reveal the sex of the foetus, so some family members with mercenary minds can arrange to end a tiny life, simply because it was to be a girl.
I hope S gets her wish in the future. She is aware of limiting the family size. Her eldest has two sons, and the parents have had the family planning surgery done. She has 2 other sons, and one unmarried daughter (who might shortly get married). So there may yet be a granddaughter for S !
A little girl in the family, who would enjoy and thrive being nurtured by a grandma like S.
Maybe, sometime, in the near forseable future, the offspring blogger in my family , who has a photoblog, will take her pictures and blog about her, like I do about her grandma.
And maybe, just maybe, S and I, on a wonderful, prefestival weekend, ( like the one that just happened ) , sometime in the future, will look at stuff on a screen, take sips of some wonderful tea, look at each other, and smile, maybe, our toothless smiles ....:-)
This has been a weekend for celebrating women.
Contrary to my tendency of avoiding mass scale get-togethers (n > 10), I found myself along with a blogging offspring (who had independently registered herself), at the Dove-Indiblogger Women Bloggers Meet held in mid-town Mumbai. More than 90 women had registered, and converged there, from various corners of Mumbai, miles away; possibly some even came from other cities.
A wonderful welcome after the hassles of Mumbai travelling, cool drinks, and a plethora of pampering offers of leg massage, hand massage and hairwashing/styling,
it was a morning of great companionship, where we put faces to blogs, introduced ourselves , listened to the Dove folks extol the virtues of their new products, and old folks like me suppressed a smile seeing corporate looking Dove chaps giving a speech and using the word "chipku" to define oil slathered sticky hair. No one likes oily sticky hair, and Dove had come up with a non oily alternative. They had a lady with soft manageable wonderful hair give us a talk about how to use the stuff. And all the while it was interspersed with the Indiblogger MC person, having quick announcements and competitions which had really nice Gift certificates as prizes. A terrific lunch later, there was a team treasure hunt, commenting on each others backs on huge white hanging paperboards, (notice how different it is from commenting behind each other's backs), and all the while various folks kept going into screened enclosures with bedraggled windswept hair, and returning with freshly washed, fragrant, blow dried and set hair, which was an event in itself. The event ended with all the ladies being given amazing Dove hampers, and the much coveted Indiblogger tees.
Then IHM , who had invited entries for the Tejaswee Rao Bloggers Awards, and had been flooded with entries in 39 categories , all related to Women, announced by Sunday evening, that the first set of results would be announced the next day. All reflecting, the Woman of India, the trauma and celebrations at her birth, her growing up, her place in the family, society and the world, her ambitions,her disappointments, and thrills, what she has to put up with as a sibling, daughter, daughter-in-law,wife,employee, and even as a boss; all this across the spectrum from have-nots to the extra-haves. And one looked forward to a huge library of articles to be enjoyed with a decent cuppa , at one's leisure....
Sometime during the Indiblogger event, I got a call on my cell phone. The number looked vague, I wasn't expecting any call, and I cut the call as we proceeded to the lunch area. The phone rang again. I picked it up.
It was my household help,"S.", a much blogged about lady. Since we were leaving for this event fairly early in the morning, she was going to come and cook a simple hot lunch at noon, for the non-blogger at home, and she was calling to say, that she had cooked some extra stuff , as she wouldn't be coming in the evening, since she was off to hospital, having just become a grandma for the 4th time. She, 3 sons, 3 daughters-in-law, 3 grandsons, and 1 daughter lived in 1.5 rooms, and she had just acquired a 4th grandson ! Much excitement and celebration, and I congratulated her and told her I would see her the next day. I was amazed that she remembered to call me in all the excitement.
She came in this morning, with a big smile on her face. The entire family had been to the hospital the previous day, and the new mother would be coming home in a couple of days. She made some tea for both of us, brought me mine, and I asked after her daughter-in-law, how the other little grandsons reacted to the new arrival and so on.
Her face wreathed in smiles, she told me everything. Then looked a bit wistful .
Finished her tea, collected both our cups, and stood up to go to the kitchen.
"You know, four grandsons; I'm happy. But I was dearly hoping for a granddaughter ! I suppose I'll just have to wait...."
And I thought about all those super qualified moneyed folks who go do ultrasonic exams to determine the sex of the foetus in their daughter-in-law's womb, and the radiologists who defy laws and reveal the sex of the foetus, so some family members with mercenary minds can arrange to end a tiny life, simply because it was to be a girl.
I hope S gets her wish in the future. She is aware of limiting the family size. Her eldest has two sons, and the parents have had the family planning surgery done. She has 2 other sons, and one unmarried daughter (who might shortly get married). So there may yet be a granddaughter for S !
A little girl in the family, who would enjoy and thrive being nurtured by a grandma like S.
Maybe, sometime, in the near forseable future, the offspring blogger in my family , who has a photoblog, will take her pictures and blog about her, like I do about her grandma.
And maybe, just maybe, S and I, on a wonderful, prefestival weekend, ( like the one that just happened ) , sometime in the future, will look at stuff on a screen, take sips of some wonderful tea, look at each other, and smile, maybe, our toothless smiles ....:-)
