The Matriarch

Ok...... Let me enlighten you on the system followed in Nair families towards Palakkad side. We follow the matriarchate system, where the society looks upon to the lady of the house and not the man. We have our last names coming from our maternal genre and do not carry on our father's name, but rather our mother's family name. It is a society where the birth of a girl child is considered a big boon or else there would be no one to carry forward the family name. The girl is still a part of her mother's house after marriage and does not go to the her husband's home. These traditions have changed a lot because of the metro lives, but whatever; The boy has little rights at his parents house after marriage. The girl still carries the torch of her parents until she passes it on to her daughter!!! Now is this not amazing??? If this system had been followed throughout India then maybe we would have had lesser murders of the female breed.

Let me leave that to you to contemplate upon......

Ok.. Why not have a debate on Matriarchal vs Patriachal society??? :)

GrandaMa

‘Grandmother’ - This word emancipates very affectionate and caring illusions in the morbid minds of people and also with a sweet uniqueness of its own.

I have read a lot in books about very caring and sweet grandmothers who hug and kiss their grandchildren and pamper them to wildest ranges of imagination. But my Grandmother was very different. She was almost 6 feet tall, had a broad body frame, more like a man, wore only white, a typical icon of a widow taking care of both the man’s and lady’s work at home. And… let me tell you, she hated cuddling and pampering children, especially if they were her own grandchildren. You wont believe this if I told you but I was actually scared of my grandmother (maybe at that age) . But now, when I look back at the garlanded photograph of hers in our home, I mull over things and realize that the fear had slowly developed into a grudging respect over the years . Even today, after 12 years past her death, I feel the same respect and idolism when I look upto her framed photograph.

Ah!! Now I remember.. I was having this gut feeling that I was fogetting something. Usually when I speak of my Grandmother, people automaticaly tend make associations with my fathers parents. But it is not so. My Grandmother is my Mother's Mother. I have never stayed even for a single day with my father's mother. Nothing personal, just....... I dont know what to say.

Maybe you may think it to be very foolish.. But I feel she is very close to Mr.God up there. So if I have to get any work done from The Almighty, I use her recommendation. Now is that bad?? I don’t think so. People do the same down here at earth . I’m just doing it at a much more higher standards.

Hmmmm… Sometimes its good to have connections at a High Levels. Big Shot Me eh?? ;)

I, Me, Myself

So where were we? Ah! yes, let me put on a little light how I came into existence into this not so wonderful world and that may also tell you why i chose this name for my blog. So here we go :)

2nd December,1982........

The night was dark and cold. There was a slight drizzle, the ones caused by retreating monsoons. In a small village hospital, a mother and her womb were struggling at the same time (eventually this happens to be my mother). Dr. Vijayan, my uncle was in consultation with the gynecologist and other doctors. This is one thing what I don’t like about doctors. When they form a group, they behave as if they are smartest creatures in the universe and the rest of the world, just dumb bees. And just to prove themselves, they put in a lot of medical jargon into their conversation. I personally feel, they do that just to avoid the outer world from recognizing their blunderous selves.

Anyway, I suppose I’m deviating a lot much. Ok, back now.... :)

After a lot of apprehension and suspense, finally at 2:17 am the first wails of a new born girl child broke the silence of the hospital cells (I call them cells because the hospital rooms are worse and smaller that prison cells). And … well there is a lot of stuff but I don’t want to go into details.

My father was in Delhi when I was born. I was brought home to my grandmother by Amma and Leela Valiyaama.

Let me give you the insight of my birth, as I put it :

“When you come into this world, you cry while the whole world rejoices. Leave the world in such a way that you rejoice and the whole world cries.”