What can I say on reading about your childhood stories...
and about those times of not eating your lunch at school?
I remember I was a troublesome devil as a child.
I didn't like to eat my lunch on some school days either...
I actually once threw my lunch in my school backyard garbage bin...
and to my worst nightmare, my teacher saw the food and picked it up!
She checked my lunchbox...I lied it wasn't my lunch in the garbage...
she immediately called my parents who came to school that day and I got a very harsh scolding.
I remember all the school kids were giggling and laughing as I got myself into big trouble that day.
I remember I cried and cried all the way home.
My mother spanked me...my father yelled at me...I didn't eat my dinner...
it was an awful day in my childhood diary.
I know it can be devastating...getting humiliated in public as a child.
The scars...though healed, will still remain.
But being grown-up now, I think that's better than getting humiliated as an adult in the privacy of one's home.
When I speak to some women today...
they talk about being pampered and spoilt for choice at home by their parents before marriage...
they talk about being given the best of the best, treasured with love, their mother trained them how to be the perfect wife, how to make the perfect chappatis, how to be the perfect daughter-in-law, how to be the perfect career woman...
I sigh and wonder...I was never perfect in anyway...nor was I trained to be...I just lived it through...
if my mother spanked me...I would simply hit her back!😆
I was never good wife material either...I just learnt and figured things out on my own...
I learnt how to make my first sambhar, not from my mother...but from my husband.
Most things I learnt only after marriage...I was too lazy or too dumb to pick things up before that.
I know women who were treated like a little princess as a child and are lovely women and great cooks today...
but can you imagine they live with a husband who is short-tempered and who throws food on the floor or on their face?
This is the kind of humiliation they face within four walls of their home.
This is not even revealed to their nosy next-door neighbor.
I have worked with nurses who volunteer to do night shifts in the hospitals...
specifically because they feel safer to be at work than to be at home alone at night with their husbands.
Some educated women still face domestic violence.
Actress Rati Agnihotri (who has grown to be obese these days) filed a complaint against her husband after many years of mental and physical abuse.
For such people, death and suicide wouldn't sound too depressing at all...
compared to what they silently endure everyday.
For them, their childhood memories are probably the only happy memories that exist in their day-to-day lives.
You may have had a harsh childhood life, Satish...
but you have been blessed with a wonderful life partner and good friends and that will keep you sustained in the long run.
Pain, loss, despair and humiliation are only temporary setbacks.
Survival is the key. And you are a survivor, Satish.
You have done remarkably well all on your own since your childhood days. Hats off to you!