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My son doesn’t want me to marry again

Hirendra Sampat is 64, divorced and wants to get married. But his son doesn’t approve. What is to be done?
As told to Vrushali Lad

He says he is ’embarassed’ that I am thinking of ‘such horrible things’ at my age. He says he will leave me and never come back to check on me if I insist on doing what I wish to do. Even my daughter-in-law has been giving me strange looks for a few days now. They think I am being perverted, obscene.

I want to get married.

My wife and I parted ways after 15 years of marriage. We parted amicably – a few months after we were married, she told me that she had been in love with somebody else. I had been, too. My parents had opposed my affair with a girl from college. So in that sense, both my wife and I were in the same boat. We were married to each other because our parents wished it so. But though we were never completely happy with each other, we were never cold or cruel to each other. She managed the home well, I earned enough money for our family. We had a son after two years of marriage.

Then one day she decided to separate from me. I did not stop her. I think my son holds that against me, that I allowed the divorce to go through. Though I got custody of my son, I never stopped my wife from visiting us often, she was even welcome to come and stay whenever she felt like it. She now lives in Bangalore with her sister.

In the last two years, I met a lady at the local library where I have been a member for over 20 years. I had never seen her before, though I learnt later that she was also a member for many years. She and I were looking for a copy of the same book that had not yet been returned. We started talking to each other, exchanging notes on the books we had come to return that day. I asked her when she came to the library, she said, ‘Every Monday, if possible’. The next Monday I went to the library again. And every Monday after that.

She is a wonderful person – outgoing, warm, unattached. We share a common love for books and gardening. I want to get married to her, so I proposed and she said yes. But when I told my son this, all hell broke loose at home.

“How can you think of all these things at your age?” he asked. “Everybody will laugh. Are you so young that you think you will get married at this age?” He is disgusted that I am thinking of having sex at my age and bringing a woman into the house.

It has been three months since I told him about my plans. My fiancee says, “Be patient. He will come around.” I worry that he won’t. His life is set with a wife and small child. It does not occur to him that I need a companion, too.

‘Grey Space’ is a weekly column on senior citizen issues. If you have an anecdote or leagl information, or anything you feel is useful to senior citizens, caregives and the society at large, feel free to get it published in this space. Write to editor@themetrognome.in or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/Themetrognome.in and we will publish your account.

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The old man on the bus

To stop elder abuse, we must stop indulging in it. A new column starts today, World Elder Abuse Awareness Day.
by Vrushali Lad | editor@themetrognome.in

Ae buddhhe, hatt na!” Everyone in the bus line turned to stare at the youth on the cycle, trying to get past an old man shuffling slowly to the front entrance of the bus. The man didn’t even hear the boy, intent as he was on catching the bus before it sped off. Or probably he had heard it a million times before – in our country, it is customary to address old people we don’t know as ‘buddhhas‘ or ‘buddhhis‘ – we also use these terms to address old people we don’t particularly like. Whatever the language, we find an equivalent term for ‘buddhha’ and use it with impunity.

This is where the rest of a bigger problem stems from. The derision we have for ‘oldies’ in society translates into everyday actions we don’t even think about before committing. We get impatient with senior citizens taking their time getting into the bus. We snort with ill-disguised contempt when the cashier at the supermarket has to repeat himself twice, loudly, to the old woman shopper who clearly has lost a lot of her hearing. We do not deign to explain ‘complex’ issues to our grandparents or old parents because ‘they will not understand anyway’. We feel ill-used when we have to give away a portion of our salaries every month to fund our retired parents’ homes.

Lend a handIn short, these old people give us several causes for complaint. Like that old man on the bus – whose big crime was that his old age had rendered him slow and incapable of quick movement.

I’m not even going to take the oft-repeated ‘Our parents did so much for us, we should repay them in their old age’ route, because it is so simplistic, it irritates me. It is also not about doing good for our elders because of the fear of karma – society tries to shame us when we behave badly towards our parents and elders with the caution, ‘Don’t forget, you are going to get old, too…’ At a broader level, the issue is not about whether we should behave ourselves in order to have a good old age for ourselves, or whether we should be grateful enough to be nice to our parents who did everything for us when we were little. It is simply about being considerate and kind.

Old age brings with it a million daily traumas – both physical and spiritual – but the most scarring one surely has to be the one that reminds the person every day, “You are useless…you can no longer work and contribute to the family, your ideas are outdated, you need to sit in a corner and think about the afterlife, your life is over…” I can’t think of another humiliation worse than being relegated to the ‘back benches’ at home – because you no longer earn a salary, you are no longer an important component in the family’s scheme of things. Your opinions are considered out of sync with the times, you are often talked at by your own children and grandchildren, and the physical problems you face – loss of hearing, loss of memory, loss of mobility – are often the subjects of many jokes in the family and neighbourhood.

And yet we take a moral high ground when we hear stories of other senior citizens being beaten or tortured in their homes, at the hands of their family members. We outrage on hearing accounts of an aged couple being disowned by their children because the parents refused to part with their property while they were still alive. We ‘Like’ and ‘Share’ photographs of abandoned senior citizens and comment on the pictures saying, ‘If you can’t take care of your parents, you should just die at birth’ or ‘How can society not have a conscience, yaar? Are we made of stone?’

And then most of us forget to call our mothers once a day, just to remind them they are in our thoughts and that we are safe (which is what they’re always worried about). We take our parents to the restaurant around the corner (where we often go) on their anniversary ‘to celebrate’ because we were too busy to plan a grand celebration. We cut their calls during a busy day and forget to call back. We yell at them to not disturb us when we are working or hanging out with friends. We forget to tell them important things in our lives. We ‘forget’ to pay their bills, knowing fully well they are too embarassed to remind us. Or we assume that they wouldn’t like to try out a new health club that we enrolled our kids and spouse in, because senior citizens are ‘too old’ to exercise or swim. Or when, in their brain-addled state, they shout at us and we shout back, instead of biting our tongue because they are not in their senses and they don’t mean to shout.

We are curt, impolite, rude and inconsiderate in a million different ways every day, all because we know somewhere in our hearts that ‘Whatever happens, my parents will always forgive me…’ I am guilty of all of these behaviours, unthinkingly and selfishly, and so are you. But it’s never too late. Today is World Elder Abuse Awareness Day, and we can start setting things right.

When we say ‘abuse’, it brings to mind images of beatings and verbal lashings – and many senior citizens undergo these on a daily basis around the world. But what about the silent abuse we mete out to our elders every day?

Abuse takes form in several ways, and it always starts with the small things. Let’s give our elders the respect and dignity that we expect the world to show us, and many things will begin to fall into place one by one. There’s no need for grand gestures – though those would be nice, too. I think it helps if we just keep in touch. Talk to them and listen. Laugh at the stories they tell even though you’ve heard them since childhood. If you believe in karma and all that jazz, may be your children will treat you well in your old age. At the very least, you’ll spend some really great times with an elder you know – and I find that they do have some really awesome stories to tell.

‘Grey Space’ is a weekly column on senior citizen issues. If you have an anecdote, or legal information, or anything you feel is useful to senior citizens, caregivers and the society at large, feel free to get it published in this space. Write to editor@themetrognome.in or on Facebook at www.facebook.com/Themetrognome.in and we will publish your account.

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Swaminarayan Temple authorities always treat women this way

Yogi auditorium next to Dadar’s Swaminarayan Temple always asks women to sit a few rows behind men. A personal account.
by Vrushali Lad | editor@themetrognome.in

I learnt with dismay, but not with surprise, of a woman journalist being asked to vacate her front row seat at the auditorium adjoining the Swaminarayan Temple at Dadar. She was there as an invited mediaperson to cover a religious function to honour Maharashtra Chief Minister Devendra Fadnavis in the wake of the beef ban in the State.

I know the journalist for years now, and first learnt of the incident on her Twitter feed. She was understandably furious over being asked to sit ‘three rows behind’ – women are not allowed to sit in these rows and must take a seat in the rows behind. After arguing with the authorities and even speaking about it to a senior BJP leader, she finally left the auditorium.

The same thing happened a couple of years ago.

An awards function to honour Gujarati achievers

It was at the same venue a couple of years ago that I first learnt of this practice. My husband, a Gujarati by birth, was to be awarded for his services to journalism. He was part of a group of other Gujarati awardees from various fields – entertainment, education, law, civil rights. I had accompanied my husband and some of our family members to the event, and I remember looking through the invite which had pictures of the other awardees. Only one of them was a woman – a young pilot with a commercial airline, possibly the first from the community.

When we got there, the function had already started but the auditorium was not full. When we made our way to the front seats, I was promptly stopped by two young men, who told me to sit anywhere provided it was 10 rows away from the stage. Perplexed, I assumed that the front rows were reserved for families of the organisers, which normally happens. We sat behind and awaited the prize distribution.

At one point, all the awardees were asked to take their seats on the stage, and my husband joined the others. But there was no sign of the woman pilot. I wondered if she was going to show up at all, then decided she must be at work and somebody else would take her award for her.

Then the chief guests for the awards function, two sadhu brahmachari types, were brought on the stage and a lot of feet-touching and speech-making followed. Finally, the awardees’ names began to be called out. When the pilot’s name was announced, there was a flurry of activity at the far end of one of the middle rows of the auditorium – everyone kept craning their necks and looking at a smiling woman who had just stood up. With horror, I saw that it was the woman pilot.

A little questioning finally helped me understand – the woman had not been allowed to take her place on the stage with the other male awardees, had not been allowed to sit in any seat in the first 10 rows, and what was worse, she was given her award at her seat in the audience by two other men from the organising committee, not by the sadhu chief guests. All of this because ‘women cannot be in physical proximity of a brahmachari‘.

On the stage, I saw my husband looking mutinous. When his name was called, he took his award and left without acknowledging the chief guests. Later he kicked himself for accepting the award in the first place.

I just looked across at the woman pilot – the young achiever for whom the sky was literally not the limit, was completely okay with being treated this way by a bunch of religious nobodies who, in this day and age, hold on to some archaic views on women in the guise of religious sanctity. What would compel an independent, successful woman to accept an award at a venue that routinely makes women sit in the back rows because ‘that is the rule here’? Didn’t she feel the slightest humiliation at being the only one to not be seated on stage with her contemporaries, on account of her gender?

I still wonder at her. And I’m never going back to that auditorium again.

What do you think of yesterday’s incident with the woman journalist at the CM’s function? Tell us in the comments section below.

(Pictures courtesy www.mapsofindia.com. Image is a file picture)

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‘Come out and Play’ concludes with a bang

Mumbaikars turn up in large numbers to participate in The Metrognome’s maiden event at Mahalaxmi Racecourse on Sunday, June 1.
by The Editors | editor@themetrognome.in

It was all that anyone had hoped for – a fun Sunday with the family, spent playing traditional Indian games at a beautiful ground, and with loads of laughter and friendly camaraderie to help. The Metrognome’s maiden event in Mumbai – Come out and Play’ went off with a bang amidst much cheering and competition among participating Mumbaikars.

At stake were family passes from Adlabs Imagica, apparel vouchers from Libas, and a bumper prize for the best performing family of the day – the Suranas – who won a helicopter ride from Shhaawn Aviation. Other families present to the end received gift packets from Hakim Masala.

Said Sajid Shaikh, who registered for the event with a family of 22, “We had been looking forward to this event excitedly, and we even cancelled a family trip for it. It was great fun reviving memories of our childhood, with games like langdi, lagori, sack race and dog and the bone. I hope the organisers host this event again.”

The event was jointly hosted by The Metrognome and I-deators Events.

(Pictures courtesy Urvashi Seth Ranga)

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Come out and Play, Mumbai!

The Metrognome brings to you the city’s first family games event – and all of Mumbai is invited! Register now.
by The Editors | editor@themetrognome.in

The vacations will be over soon, and all of us will go back to the grind, so how about some good family time before we all slip into our routines?

How about if we come out of our houses and play?

The Metrognome and Ideators Events have conceptualised a unique games event for Mumbai – where entire families are invited to step out of their homes for a day and bond with each other over fun games. The event is slated to happen on Sunday, June 1, 2014, at Mahalaxmi Racecourse, from 9 am to 3 pm. Says Vrushali Lad, editor of The Metrognome, “Children these days are hardly stepping out of their houses to play, since gadgets and the TV at home keep them reasonably occupied. And then there is the question of where to play, if one does step out. There aren’t enough good grounds to play on, and if there are, most of us remain unaware of them.”

Adds Ketan Ranga of Ideators Events, a city-based company, “We thought of bringing children out to play, but more importantly, we thought it would be fun if children stepped out with their parents. Let’s face it, the games we played in our childhood – langdi, chippi, sack race, lagori – how many children play them now, or have heard of them? Parents can introduce their children to these games. Besides, the family that plays together stays together.”

What’s in store

The event will feature at least 10 games that are traditional in nature, and which will be modified to include entire families. For instance, if there’s a sack race event, an entire family will compete against another. “It’s not just about playing a game – anybody can step out and do that. Mumbai is fast losing the space and the will for collective community activities. Imagine the level of fun and laughter you can get out of playing at a sprawling ground, with so many others. Besides, when was the last time our parents played anything?” says Vrushali.

Entry to the event has been kept free, but participants will have to register. “We’ve created dedicated email IDs and social media pages for people to register on. We are tying up with citizens organisations to ensure that word spreads and that more numbers of people can join us to play,” explains Ketan.

The prizes

Mumbai Police Commissioner Rakesh Maria will be the chief guest at the event.

Winning families get passes from the event’s Entertainment Partners Adlabs Imagica and vouchers from Apparel Partner Libas. One lucky family will get a helicopter ride in Mumbai from Sshawn Aviation.

RWITC is the venue partner for the event.

Register for ‘Come out and play’ by sending an email to comeoutandplay2014@gmail.com. You can register by tweeting @Comeoutplay2014 or liking the Facebook page at www.facebook.com/Comeoutandplay. The first 1000 registrations will receive ‘Come out and play’ T-shirts. 

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In pictures: St Peter’s Church

This stunning church based in Bandra houses the most astonishing stained glass windows made in China. Here’s a closer look.
by The Editors | editor@themetrognome.in

It is a prominent church in Mumbai, and like most churches, it is serene and quiet, inviting one to sit and pray a while before moving on to other mundane chores. But what takes the breath away at St Peter’s Church is its array of exquisite stained glass windows – which were crafted by a Spanish Jesuit priest Bro Antonio Navascues in China and brought by ship to Bombay in the 1930s, when the Church was rebuilt.

The earlier St Peter’s Church was built in 1851 as a simple place of prayer, but the structure began to show signs of wear and tear in the next century. The building was then demolished and a newer, bigger structure was built in its place, the foundation stone for which was laid in 1938.

We are grateful to parish priest Fr Errol Fernandes for allowing us an unrestricted access to the Church’s upper floor to photograph the stained glass windows.

See our pictures of St Peter’s Church below:

 

(Pictures courtesy Vrushali Lad) 

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