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What is life without any sense of humour? So this is our life in the times of coronavirus, balancing well with a dash of humour, some kindness and most importantly staying together as a family.
Quarantined. Yes, the whole world has been quarantined for fighting against the deadly corona virus.
I have been having some weird thoughts lately like, Has our enemy been thinking we are cowards? I am sure it is having it’s own laugh and crying out, “Gaonwalo, ghar ke andar chudiyaan pehen ke kyu baithe ho? Himmat hai to samne aao.” (Folks, are you hiding inside your homes? Come out and face me.) Ignore the inherent sexism in that, though.
Well that is if the virus was ever introduced to some Bollywood movie. But the word is, it has travelled all the way from China. So maybe it was expecting some mortal combat. Sorry Mr Virus we ain’t giving you any taekwondo moves, but we surely will overcome you.
Meanwhile we are combating our quarantine days.
Let’s go back to our mythology when Sita was quarantined in Ashok Vatika.
Well, what did she have to complaint about? She had three meals served, or she could anytime pluck an apple for snacking. She wasn’t worried about the queue in the grocery shop. She never had to wash her own dishes or mop the floor. She had attendants for that. Well the only person who is not complaining doing that right now is Katrina Kaif. All other mommies are counting the number of dishes they are washing each day.
Sita had some entertainment going on as well. She had the ever entertaining Hanuman. If she wanted some gossip Mandodari gave her company. I am sure it was far more entertaining than Netflix.
Ahh.. Talking of Netflix… I think I have been spending more time navigating than actually watching anything worthwhile. And by the way this has been the list of movies I have watched in chronological Order:
Spiderman far from home
Ak Ayyappanum Koshiyum (unknown language for me)
Mamangam (unknown language for me)
And I have been frantically searching for “Paap ko jalakar raakh kar dunga!” Whatta dip in my taste, it crashed worse than the stock market!
The society WhatsApp group which was silent for over a year now is discussing which bhaaji shop is open in their area. They have been counting and updating the statistics of how many people they could see on the roads from their balcony .
Some people are counting the number of holes in Marie biscuits, while some are striking a conversation with the spider who is a web designer, and some are counting the number of chips in a packet (size wise).
Social media is a mixture of emotions right now. While it is flooded with some humorous memes which does bring a smile on your face even though short lived, we are dreading the toll which show an upward trend for the casualties of this pandemic.
While some are happily posting their culinary skills, and some are advocating for keeping it to basics.
You will be surprised to know how many people had predicted this pandemic before hand but no body had bothered to come up with an antidote. Ever wondered Why?
Biggest challenge? It is difficult managing WFH when you are also working at home. The child demands 3 meals and 8 snacks. You cannot restrict their screen time and ask them to study. If you do so they will demand 3 extra snacks.
The wives who are posting pictures of husbands in the kitchen…. Ahem didn’t you chop the veggies and grind the masala and put the “namak swadanusar”?
Well this is our life in the times of coronavirus. We are balancing well with a dash of humor, some kindness and most importantly staying together as a family. This day we all are equal and there is no FOMO.
Keep going and stay safe.
Image source: a still from the film Ghar ki Murgi
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Darlings makes some excellent points about domestic violence . For such a movie to not follow through with a resolution that won't be problematic, is disappointing.
I watched Darlings last weekend, staying on top of its release on Netflix. It was a long-awaited respite from the recent flicks. I wanted badly to jump into its praise and will praise it, for something has to be said for the powerhouse performances it is packed with. But I will not be able to in a way that I really had wanted to.
I wanted to say that this is a must-watch on domestic violence that I stand behind and a needed and nuanced social portrayal. But unfortunately, I can’t. For I found Darlings to be deeply problematic when it comes to the portrayal of domestic violence and how that should be dealt with.
Before we rush to the ‘you must be having a problem because a man was hit’ or ‘much worse happens to women’ conclusions, that is not what my issue is. I have seen the praises and criticisms, and the criticisms of criticisms. I know, from having had close associations with non-profits and activists who fight domestic violence not just in India but globally, that much worse happens to women. I have written a book with case studies and statistics on that. Neither do I have any moral qualms around violence getting tackled with violence (that will be another post some day).
Gender stereotypes, though a by-product of the patriarchal society that we have always lived in, are now so intricately woven into our conditioning that despite our progressive thinking, we are unable to break free from them.
Repeatedly crossing, while on my morning walk ̶ a sticky, vine-coloured patch on the walkway, painted by jamuns that have fallen from the jamun tree, crushed by the impact of their fall, and perhaps, inadvertently trampled upon by walkers, awakens memories of the mulberry tree that stood in my parents’ house when I was growing up. Right at the entrance of the house, the tree caused a similar red and violet chaos on the floor, which greeted us each time we entered the gate.
Today, as I walked by this red-violet patch, I was reminded of an incident that my mother had narrated to me several times. It had taken place shortly after her marriage and her arrival in this house from her hometown.