Samaira’s Tryst with Superstitions

August 8, 2009 at 3:30 pm 4 comments

I contributed this story for the First Anniversary celebrations of Mayur’s blog For those who haven’t read it, here it is…

Story begins…

At night when I sat back to relax, pondering over the day’s activities, things that got done and some unfinished tasks still at hand. As I let my thoughts loose, close my eyes, put up my feet with my hands crossed across my head and further slip into the slumber, I felt a jolt. What was that? My Imagination or there was something, my heart skipped a beat and I thought to myself, Oh! No not at this hour, not today, please God! But I saw a shadow emerge from the darkness and seeing is believing. Standing tall in front of me with hand crossed across her chest is … Samaira

Samaira who? Samaira is this 20 something. Of course like any other person her age she too is working, independent, plays a vital role in her company, responsible towards her family. Has a limited but good circle of friends. Doesn’t socialise much except with her most trusted people. Some say she can carry the world on her shoulders and actually she does sometimes with words ‘happy to help’ written all over her face. But she says, this service is exclusive to the members of her ’People I love and dote on club’.

In certain ways she is like any other girl her age with her share of inhibitions (a little more than others actually and these are not just the usual ones) yet different from so many I know. A little conscious about her looks about which she is always on the defensive- well you see I am not as fair as other girls in my family-maybe because I was born at night- she tells you, but smart I am, she adds a little later confidently with her chirpy smile, a smile that will simply reflect in her eyes with a twinkle. She perpetually has one on her face all the time and that does add to her simplistic charm, I tell her… And she coolly shrugs away with a- it doesn’t matter to me look!

So well, she woke me up with a thump to have a heart to heart chit-chat! We girls do that sometimes, when our mind is clouded with 1001 different thoughts.

Sam: Hi there… how are you, what ya, I don’t call you so even you won’t check on me? – Always ready with a statement before anyone can say something to her.

I: Well, I said I thought you must be busy and will get back to me when ever you have the time.

Sam: I know I know- but why can’t you just call sometimes, if I am busy I will say so!

I: Okay, will keep a check on you. So tell me what have you been upto… Apart from your usual work-home-work routine? (I know the answer is going to be begin with a nothing much, and this means a lot actually)

Sam: Nothing much, you know, and she sinks further into the sofa. What about a cup of garam chai? And please can you be a little less generous with the quantity of milk in it?

I: Sure, your wish is my command. Kuch toh hai. A count till ten No, twenty actually before she starts with her story.

I: Here, is your Garam chai, and as she inhales the whiff of hot air coming from the cup and a sigh! again. Sam has this funny habit she likes to feel the aroma before sipping her tea.

Sam: Perfect! Just the way I want it to be.

I: now, 3, 2, 1, out with it

Sam: Okay, tell me something. So what is it?

I: What is what?

Sam: Why suddenly everyone at home has decided to go back to the dark ages?

I: you mean with mom and everyone doing rounds at the pundits and astrologers in context to your marriage

Sam: What else???

I: Hmmm… so?

Sam: So? How can you be so causal about it?

I: what else can I do?

Sam: okay, you can write and share with people at least and ask them to help me out?

I: Help you? With what? Finding a match?

Sam: Gawd! No… Just so that the ones my age can also share their experiences and I get to know how to they deal with situation like this.

I: Okay, done deal!

Sam: 21st century is the age of technology and everyday brings a new technological surprise as we advance with jet speed towards new discoveries. We may have landed on the moon but still worship it and for some of us, the image of the old woman sitting and spinning on the moon is almost real. Like the mythological stories we are fed on when we are growing up,  superstitions too become part of us. Of  late, my life too has been surrounded by rituals and superstitions. I wonder if that is the fate of every young woman of marriageable age!

Mother is hell bent that I should try every trick in the book; anything it takes that would help me ‘catch a good match’. Every day try to please some God,  you never know who might just answer Ma’s prayer. These days every blessing I get from her is ‘God help her find a good son-in-law for me’ but ‘Ma’,  I try to reason out and a series of lecture follow, ‘you don’t know what it takes to find a good boy’ and in my heart I say, ‘tell me about it’!

Here I thought I have been brought up in a secular family which is not influenced by rituals.  Being a Hindu Sikh, I was never told to visit any shrine, I was free to follow and observe what I wanted, no questions asked… But now it is a different story. It seems Ma has receded to the dark ages.  I don’t know whether it is a cause to rejoice or be sad that now she has even reconciled to the idea of  I  finding myself a match till the time he is ‘a good boy from a good family’! Too late in the day, I say to myself. Back to superstitions – I have done everything from offering flowers, pulses, different days, different gods (even gods have preferences, I never knew that till this started).

Of course I do all this religiously! Anything to see a smile on Ma’s face. But beat this one; some pandit suggested I donate a piece of blue cloth to someone who needs it. My sister came out with a brilliant idea, “buy me a pair of blue jeans, I desperately need one!”  ”Don’t make fun of traditions”, is what I was told. But I say, there is a thin line between traditions and superstitions and we are blindfolded.

I have a wish list for Santa Claus that includes all that I want in the person I eventually wish to marry. Should I believe that Santa will present my prince charming to me this Christmas?  Or is that being superstitious, blind in faith or just religious?

Chances of my finding someone are as dull or bright as they were yesterday!!!

I: So this  is Sam’s story…Help her figure it out, someone!


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4 Comments Add your own

  • 1. donny  |  August 9, 2009 at 12:09 pm

    a very nice effort ! the best part is the ability to convey a very hard hitting point in a subtle manner, laced with humour. It is really sad that such hypocrisy does plague our lives. So, when the moment of truth arrives, no effort is made to draw the lines. Would like to read a part 2 of this story.

    On your writing, like i said, you have a unique style. The tenses are a little confusing, and also there seems to be a hurry in the story. At certain parts, what goes through “i”‘s mind is made very obvious and direct. That could be conveyed in a different manner. I think you should write more often !

  • 2. Pallavi  |  August 10, 2009 at 10:36 am

    Well, actually this story was posted in two parts on Mayur’s blog and I just put them together here. Thanks for the comment and esp for pointing out what needs to be fixed. I really appreciate it.

    Since you want to read what happened next probably; here’s an update from Samaira ( I took it from her and typed it, so pls ignore the errors); I have told my family including my mum that it will happen when it has to, none of these rituals etc are going to help in anyway. Only if they worked so well, life would have been a cake walk for the world.

    The day I meet a guy who has enough courage to slip a ring on my finger and convince me about ‘Us’, I will consider it, till then their is nothing to be discussed or done about it…:). Thanks all for reading and sharing your thoughts on my story!

  • 3. Binit Agrawal  |  October 7, 2009 at 3:52 pm

    Nice one pallavi…*giggle 🙂
    u know wat makes me giggle…isn’t it?

    • 4. delhizen  |  October 7, 2009 at 5:49 pm

      Thanks Bits!

      PS: I would like to believe I don’t the reason for your giggle..


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