Aamche He Ale Ki....

Posting after almost 6 months gap...this time an experience and a realization...
Being in the Construction line ,every day I come across 'N' no.of people...people of different castes,creeds,community of various types...working,salaried,businessmen,housewives,genuine buyers,general inquiries,investors,end users and many more...out of women inquiries have always amused me.So many types of women..single, accompanied by husbands/boyfriends/friends/relatives,wearing sarees(maharashtrian/gujrati/with pallu/without pallu ...uuhhh)/dress/jeans/skirts,newly married,middle aged,punjabi kudis with tons of bangles etc etc etc...but one thing is common amongst all...dependency... weather its maharashtrian woman/south Indian/Punjabi/Gujrati/Marwari/Bihari/Christian or any one...the extent of dependency may vary but it is there.
A recent e.g.really touched my heart and I started thinking why we women are so damn dependednt?for every smaller thing?why we can not take decisions on our own confidently?Is it like with generation or by nature women are like that?
A lady in her 40s accompanied with her two kids in 10th and 12th std one fine day visited the site.Husband on the post of VP in a big company working out of state.Since the rate hike was due, she came with her kids to book an apartment.Her kids were applying all the possible logics to choose a flat and building like Sunlight,garden view,vastu directions,around areas,highway,main gate,location, neighbors and what not adding on to her confusion.
I tried help her out in all the ways I could and help her take the best decision considering the constraints...Meanwhile anytime when it came to decision making she left it to her husband and kids...ringed the husband 10 times despite knowing he is busy in a meeting.
The combination of expressions on her face amazed me.... embarrassed,feeling of giving me irritation,trying to understand her kids point of view,trying to give solutions to it,comparing the flat with her existing one,asking boys 15 times...uuuhhh...like this 2 hours gone...
then she still insisting,Madam please let my husband come and then he will take a call.My younger son is not happy with the decision his bro has taken.I can't see him unhappy...I want everybody to be happy...both kids still fighting amongst to prove their point..calling their father...lady continuously trying to convince me,how her husband can take the best decision which will ultimately obeyed by both her sons also respected...and how her husband is so educated with 8-9 degrees,higher post,working with a big organisation...
so much trust...so much respect..and so much dependency.
and aahhh...I started thinking...why she can't take any decision?Her hubby trusts her so much and asked her to book a flat of her choice in his absence but she herself doubts her capabilities,thinks if her kids are not happy then what's the point?Ultimately this investment is for the kids,if they don't like,they will cribb in future...but equally trusts that if her husband takes the decision they won't mind.so much dedication?My mind starts questioning...why she couldn't take a firm decision?also make her kids believe the same?why so much dependency?
and would "I" be so much dedicated wife?I am programmed to be strong and independent right from childhood then where do I really picture myself....and still thinking...

Comments

sourabharvikar3 said…
nice one dear......
i think you should start writing films stories for vivek.....
May 21, 2011 at 10:13 AM
The Atom said…
Love this post.. i think from all of yours till date.. you need to take the leap ga.. n im sure, you'll do great.. n all women are programmed to be independant, without that we won't be able to bear a child n raise him/her.. n even if we are programmed to be independant, we are more deeply programmed to love, and this respect for a husband comes from there.. :) many times we forget this strength and misunderstand it as being helplessness or dependancy.. :) you'll see.. we just need to let go of ourself, and depend solely on our intuitions.. them men are very weak ga.. :) jasa lahan mulanshi kheltana harto na apan.. the same way.. some women just forget this over time and begin to believe that they are weak.. we dont need to do that.. sorry for this mini blog!! :S
May 23, 2011 at 9:17 PM
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