The Dowry Debate

A little revisit of an older post of mine. 😃

It was fun writing about the whole Arranged Marriage  thing, and it brought another issue to my mind too.

What's she worth?

What’s she worth?

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The whole dowry issue.  I don’t know what you might know about dowries, but in India, and within Indian families around the world, it is, and in some cases, was, thankfully, a custom of gifting the bridegrooms family with money and items, to basically bump up the value of their girl!

It’s common practice to give a girl a certain amount of jewellery, or gold.  This hails back to the days when a woman wasn’t educated, or didn’t work, have a career, besides being a home maker, a wife and mother.  The gold was there as a security almost.  If something was to happen to her husband, or she fell into any difficulties, that the gold was there for her to use, to better her life again.  A lot of women saw that gold handed over, given in good faith by her family, to the in-laws, never to see it again.

The reason I blog about it today is the same show me and the munchkins were watching, showed a family refusing to take anything from the brides family, the fact that they were giving their daughter, was gift enough.  In theory, this is a wonderful idea, however in the serial, it is a cover up, they don’t want to demand anything, they need the boy married off poste haste, to cover some criminal activity!

But it brought me to thinking about dowry, and demands nowadays.  Here in the UK I have noticed, that there is not so much of a demand for items now.  Mostly we have love marriages.  The couple would probably wed whether their family was happy or not, yet tradition still dictates that there is a certain amount of lehn dehn, give and take, involved. an outfit for the boy, an outfit each for the main females of the grooms family, and shirts or turbans for the menfolk.  Some get a small jewellery set, or rings too. but the weddings themselves are huge affairs, costing tens of thousands of pounds, so as a parent, you need to be saving, well, before you even have kids!

In India, from what I have heard and experienced, there is still a lot of it happening, even though it is frowned upon.  Not only do you need to give your daughter , who you have lovingly brought up, into a strangers family, but they want a car, a fully kitted out kitchen, new sofa set… oh, all manner of things! And if the boy is in high demand, this can be a bartering tool to go from that three door car to the 5 door 4×4!

Anti-Dowry

Anti-Dowry

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So many families, using the wealth that is their sons, to gather even more! It amazes me, some people have no shame!

The other thing that is happening is that you get people with their visas for abroad, and permanent residencies, coming back home and then selling their kids hand to the highest bidder… that is a whole other topic that I will blog about at a later date!

Seriously??!!  You know, when we got married, my in laws didn’t ask for the earth, we just did the basics. It wasn’t needed.  Its not like they lived in poverty and needed a leg up, by way of gifts from the daughter in laws family!  As much as you get a daughter, the other side gain a son.. isn’t that give and take enough?

When our time comes, I know that what would be of utmost importance to us, is that the children be happy. I couldn’t put a price on my daughter, or son’s head or anyone else’s either!

But I Smile Anyway...

Day 12 #Loveuary❤ – Marriage

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Marriage to me is so important. Seeing my parents, and in-laws, and my grandparents too, I grew up wanting a marriage as strong and secure as that.

In their days, marriage, in the Eastern cultures, came before love. You were matched according to family and compatibility. As a girl, you were trained up in the arts of homemaking, and cooking, in the hope that these skills would do you well in our marriage.

In my time, and now, it is more likely that a couple fall in love first, as with their Western counterparts. Careers and life experiences come way before the rest, and often you are left to bumble along, learning how to be a ‘wife’ in the traditional sense, on the job!

This little poem is about my experience. We met, we went out with each other, we fell in love, we married. And our love grows with each day that passes.

The day I smiled at you
Changed my whole life
Led me down a path
Where I became your wife

Clandestine dates
In secret locations
Midnight passing in
Whispered conversations

Changed in a flash
Once those vows we took
Enjoying homemaking
And learning how to cook

Supporting each other
A true marriage of souls
At one time feeling incomplete
Now we do feel whole

Ritu 2017

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Remember, feel free to take part in #Loveuary! Just ping back to the daily post, as in this one for today! And if you are at a loss for a prompt, then visit my rules post here for a list of prompt suggestions!

#JusJoJan Daily Prompt – Jan. 26th/17 – Extraordinary

Day 26 on Linda’s #JusJoJan challenge… I can’t believe I’m still here! And Linda will be hosting for the rest of the challenge!

The Just Jot It January 26th prompt, brought to you by Kelli of Forty, c’est Fantastique! is: “Extraordinary.” Use it any way you’re inspired to. And make sure you stop by and say hi to Kelli as well! Here’s her blog:  https://fortyandfantastique.wordpress.com/ .

Something to ponder on today…

“We are all born extraordinary. It’s people, expectations and life that make us ordinary. So it’s up to us to do something to bring that extraordinary back.” – Ritu 2017

Each and every one of us is a miracle when we are born.

Yet life moulds us as we grow, to be like one another. To conform to the norm. If you are different, you are strange.

You are given targets to achieve, to reach normal progress levels at school. And the same goes at college, and work. You have these same invisible targets in life, as a parent and person. In order to be normal, like the others, you want to achieve at least them.

But why not give ourselves the chance to break the mould?

Ordinary is ok, average is normal.

Push yourselves that little bit more, where you see a strength.

You never know, you may achieve something extraordinary!

#SoCS Nov. 12/16 – Mem

Linda’s SoCS prompt for this Saturday.

Your Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is: “mem.” Choose a word or words with the letters “mem” in that order and run with it. Enjoy!

Now I could have gone the obvious route here and spoken of Remembrance Day… I thought I would go off piste (as if I ever do that normally ;P). And these are just my off the cuff thoughts, not intended to offend or educate… just what rolls out of my brain, through my fingers, over the keyboard, and onto the screen!

Mem-Sahib

A word used to address a lady in india. Often a lady of the upper classes, a higher stature than those average folk.

It was a mark of respect, like Sir and Madam, we have Sahib and Mem-Sahib.

When the Raj was ruled by The British Empire, every white skinned woman was automatically a Mem-Sahib. Obviously, due to the reason they were there, they demanded that immediate respect from the lowly brown-skinned locals.

Nowadays you here people in our community talking of girls who are overly westernised, calling them Gori-Mem. White woman, it loosely translates as. Those ‘coconuts’ as it were, white on the inside, brown on the outside! Wannabe westerners!

Of course it can also be used as a descriptive phrase to describe a western woman too.

And as a British Asian, when I go to India, I get called Mem-Sahib, or Madam, an awful lot! Because we are foreigners in our own land, essentially. We live out in the western world, that place apparently paved with gold, we seem to wear an aura of wealth, and it garners an automatic response of respect from our Indian counterparts.

But I am no madam, or Mem-Sahib. I’m just me! I’d rather be referred to as Didi (sister) or Masi (aunt) or even Beti (daughter). Not someone who is ‘above’ others. Because I’m not.

There you have it… Stream of Consciousness Saturday all about the Mem!

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Spidey’s Serene Sunday – Part 77

 “The world as we have created it is a process of our thinking. It cannot be changed without changing our thinking.”  Albert Einstein 

Is this not something we surely need to tackle?

What truth.

We, as humans, have evolved and developed, and as we have grown and changed, so has the world around us. From the foods we grow and eat, to the way we dress, from the way we move, to the way we communicate. 

Development has also coloured our thinking, conditioned us to feel certain ways about particular races/religions/ animals/foods.

If we truly want to be able to view a future for our children, that doesn’t hold a sense of dread, a future where we feel excitement at what it may hold for them, then somehow, we need to all change our thinking. 

Open mindedness, freedom of though, belief and speech, letting go of stereotypes.

When something bad happens, the punishment needs to punish the doers, not the rest of the community loosely connected to them by colour or faith.

We need to not be afraid to hold a hand out to help others in need. 

I love this wave of RAoKs (Random Acts of Kindness).

But why is it random? 

Why can’t it just be part of our nature?

Why are we so fixated on our looks and size? 

There weren’t scales thousands of years ago. It’s what we see around us that subconsciously tells us what is right and what is wrong, what is hot and what is not. Because society and the media told us so.

Take time to ponder. Try and see which part of your thinking could do with a refresh…

Have a wonderful Sunday Peeps!

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