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Emancipated Orthodoxy


Chennai is one city in India which boasts of the advantages of a metro city and yet retains the charm of a smaller place as yet unspoilt by intense modernity. Over the years the negating factors of a harried pace of life have been kept at bay and in quite a few pockets orthodox lifestyles are still intact not only with the Brahmin community as is popularly imagined but among the non-Brahmin communities as well.


Take one facet of existing orthodoxy- the system of arranged marriages. However modern or emancipated they might seem as far as external appearances go, parents of eligibles suffer from one big preoccupation – searching for a life partner for their son or daughter.


Society has already branded them (the parents) as progressive, they are seen at important social events, clubs and theatres. Drawing room conversations help to define them even better.


They are not straddled with the barriers of caste, community, language or for that matter even religion.


Mr. Rajan dabs his brow most self-righteously. “Barriers are all created by men”, he expounds. “ We are all children of one God”. Mrs. Swamy swirls the amber liquid in her glass and peers at him thoughtfully. “That reminds me, darling, why don’t you consider the paperwallah’s son for your daughter? He works in a multinational, is a lovely boy, only son of his parents……” Mr. Rajan touches his bald pate apologetically. He clears his throat. “Er yes – why no? I must ask Sushila.”


Sushila, his wife hisses back- “Are you mad? A Gujarati son-in-law!” “Shhh!” Mr. Rajan wipes his face with his large handkerchief and gets up to leave promising to get in touch with Mr. Swamy after he consults the daughter. The next day the Rajans are getting set to view a bride for their only son (M.Com, MBA, U.S. returned). They have dispensed with the question of dowry. You see they are progressive and emancipated and not diehard traditionalists.


They are seated in the ‘adequately furnished’ drawing room of a middle class family. Mrs. Rajan’s eye roves restlessly over each detail, the wisps of cobwebs fluttering in remote dark corners, the family heirloom, a magnificent Tanjore painting, hung askew, a pair of worn out chappals hidden cleverly under a chair, small but relevant details recorded meticulously in her mind for a memory recall later in the precincts of her own home.


The girl’s people are simple, even charming. Would this factor over ride the others?


Ah, the girl at last. A pretty girl no doubt, but the long plait? That could be lopped off if Subhash so wished it. She wore a simple cotton sari, a pair of unobtrusive pearl ear studs and a thin modest gold chain. Outward strappings did not indicate that the parents would generously endow the girl with jewellery. “Could I visit the toilet please?” Sushila stood up purposefully. It was her usual gimmick to enter the sanctum sanctorum unannounced, to record the state of the rooms. Well, this one passed muster! Besides it afforded her another glimpse of the girl. Goodbyes were bid formally with kumkum, haldi and betel leaves and horoscopes and photographs exchanged. “Good (Achoo)-bye, Aunty” said the prospective bride, her hopes soaring at the sight of the gleam in her future mother-in-law’s eye.


The most mortem begins at home. The people are alright, the standard of living not too bad. The bride satisfies their requisite - fair, pretty and a trifle generously endowed with curves. The horoscopes match perfectly so all that it requires is a go ahead from Subash. “Can we make the next move?” asks Mr. Rajan somewhat nervously. “We could have”, replies his wife in a garrulous manner,” except that something very inauspicious happened when we were leaving. The bride sneezed once and just as we were leaving.”


The family astrologer is a rich man in Madras. No major decisions are taken without his leave and if a family is hooked on to him, then he hones their desires to perfection. Firstly, each day there is a good time and a bad time- “Rahu Kalam” in the mornings (the timings differ each day of the week) and “Yama Gandam” which is milder and in the afternoons. Nothing of importance is conducted during these inauspicious hours, certainly no bride (or bridegroom) viewing, no inaugurations or launchings. Why, a very famous surgeon I know postpones his surgery till after Rahu Kalam, and he has made it a point to step out of his house each day at an auspicious hour. His wife has made a study of the various timings and the panchagam (Hindu calendar) is to her a Bible which is ever by her bedside. I have no doubts that her husband’s enormous success is largely due to his wife’s care and concern.


The astrologer assumes the role of a family counsellor whilst his clients pour their hearts out on issues of health, property, family feuds, matrimonial alliances, et al. He is never demanding, mind you, and the fee is modest, ranging from five rupees. Occasionally, they recommend expensive pujas to propitiate the gods and to ward off the evil thereby giving destiny a little nudge.




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