By Sameena Dalwai
October 15,
2020
The Tanishq
advertisement of a Muslim mother-in-law and a Hindu daughter-in-law is
beautiful, just the way all their advertisements are. Taking it back means we
believe that it is mischievous fiction, that these kinds of relationships do
not exist in reality. But they do. I am a living proof. I am the unborn baby in
that ad.
My parents
had never heard the words “love jihad” when they met in 1971. They both
belonged to the socialist student organisation, Yuvak Kranti Dal, in
Maharashtra, that took up causes of labour exploitation, caste oppression,
marginalisation of tribal populations. When she joined the organisation, my
mother was an 18-year-old, fair and green-eyed plump girl with a ready laugh.
Most men around her were older to her — coming from varied backgrounds, rural,
poor, Dalit, Muslim. Many fell for her instantly and wanted to marry her. In
fact, Baba would receive the proposal for her by some reticent young man, for
her family background was intimidating. She was the daughter of Nalini Pandit,
a Marxian Gandhian scholar of repute and the Pandit family was rich and famous.
They had a huge house in Dadar, cars and a telephone.
When she
decided to marry one of her comrades, who was a Konkani Muslim from Chiplun,
bigotry surfaced on both sides. Older women in her acquaintance would stop her
on Dadar streets and say, “You would marry a Muslim? Be careful, Haan. They
have a three Talaq system.” Baba’s older brother was told, “Arre, why does he
want to marry a Hindu girl?” The older brother, none other than Hameed Dalwai,
the Muslim reformist, was shocked. He thought the hell with socialist Gandhian
ideals of small weddings — let us have a big celebration of this marriage so
that everyone knows they are married. He printed several wedding cards and
distributed them to anyone he met.
As per my
grandmother’s tales, there was no count of how many people turned up to that
wedding. The hall was small and chaos plentiful. Three thousand glasses of
kokum sharbat were consumed, that was all everyone got. And my parents had to
smile at so many people and shake so many hands, that their cheeks and hands
started aching. Friends told my mother later, “Baap re, such fundamental
confusion in your wedding. Lucky that we escaped in one piece!” The wedding was
celebrated in the village Mirjoli as well, where the Dalwai family cooked a
feast of biryani for the Pandit family and friends who came in cars from
Mumbai.
There was
no Tanishq-style gold jewellery from the in-laws. In fact, when my mother
visited the village the first time, she was struck by the silver earrings. “But
silver is for pots and plates”, she said in her mind, thinking of the Diwali
feasts in the Saraswat community. Such was the class gap. But she managed to
create an extended family based on the socialist principles of “give by capacity,
take by need”. She paid for the poor siblings in the village, from her own
salary of lecturer in a Mumbai college, as my father was a full-time activist
going out for workers’ rallies and tribal meetings. She sent money for
education, brought relatives to our Bombay flat for health emergencies and
wedding shopping. She became the matriarch of an extended family.
The Tanishq
trolls do not understand that the slim starry-eyed daughter-in-law has
infiltrated the Muslim family as only women can. This is not love jihad, it is
ghar wapsi of the Muslims. But the trolls are not only anti-Muslim but also
anti-women. They believe that “giving” a daughter is a defeat. They miss the
fact that the Muslim family in the ad is now celebrating a Hindu ritual. My family
celebrates Eid and Diwali with relatives from both sides. Everyone loves to
eat, play with colours and wear festive clothes. What’s not to like?
My mother
is still Hindu, as my father is Muslim. Neither follows religious rituals but
they both enjoy cultural festivities. In younger days, older relatives
suggested to my mother that she should convert to Islam, then she will get
jannat. She would laugh and say, “But I am a materialist. Tell me how I will
benefit in this life, here and now.” In fact, she started wearing a big red
bindi a few months after her marriage to ascertain her identity. The bindi and
saree also helped her to look serious and professorial, as she had started
teaching economics and looked as young as her students. She continued her revolutionary
crusade and raised us with an alternate value system.
They had
misgivings about how their children will cope in an increasingly communal
atmosphere. They tried hard to give us the world, through Russian books and
other mixed families and friends. Yet they could not shield us from riots,
hostility and vulnerability. But being on the fault line gave us strength. We
travelled abroad, found kindred spirits, enjoyed studies and books, and added
to the mix of our family.
My brother
married a Chinese from Hainan province and I partnered with a Telangana Reddy.
I also adopted a daughter from Mon, Nagaland. Now when all the kids play
together in a public park — the half-Chinese boy, the Marathi-Telugu girl and
the little Naga warrior — people look at us in wonder. The family, together,
speaks English, Hindi, Marathi, Telugu, Mandarin and Konkani.
And when
“normal” people with singular monolithic imaginations come to ask us, “but how
come…?” or “is this …?”, we just smile.
Our life is
the answer to the trolls. We exist. The mixed race not only lives but thrives.
And makes you all look utterly boring.
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Sameena Dalwai is professor, Jindal Global Law
School
Original Headline: Mixed race not only lives
but thrives. Withdrawing Tanishq ad means denying our reality
Source: The Indian Express
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