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The Mother in Law and the Pious Lady Syndrome in India

 The Mother in Law and the Pious Lady Syndrome in India

Dinesh K Kapila

While not generalising, I can safely say that many daughters in law in India seek to live separately even if it costs heavily on rent rather than stay with the in laws. The father in laws and the husbands don’t actually count, they are so busy in working or idling or leading a peaceful retired life or even sitting at religious gatherings, they don’t even realise the daily poisonous drama just about occurring on a daily basis in front of their eyes. The normal jostling for space and a say in affairs are minor issues, but it is the more pronounced ones which are often never discussed but are a reality.

Not that the daughters in law are all the epitome of nature’s bountiful kindness, some go on the attack right from the beginning, the threat perception being neutralised, even if it was never there .or straight away insist on moving out.  And the victimhood syndrome, one rather obnoxious specimen died, she may have been a good mother, pampered the daughter and son in law, the son, the husband and the grand children but she drove the daughter in law nuts. All my life I was told about her plight. Well this rather obnoxious specimen of humanity died, I found the daughter in law crying away. At first I was very careful, I know I get into trouble rather easily by voicing my views, so I studied her to make out how much of it was drama, but realised there were tears. Meanwhile I was consoling the son and husband etc, had to, one has to. So when other mourners walked away, I quietly walked up and said in what I thought was a low voice, “congratulations, the devil in your life is dead, you are free now”.  And she snapped at  me, “look around, people are watching, and how can you take death so lightly”. Well, I just wrote her off, right there, as per me, she is a hypocrite or by now sufficiently brainwashed and trained !

The wonder is, since we have arranged marriages in our culture, all prospective mothers in law are the following, a pious and religious lady, a pious and spiritually inclined lady, a simple housewife engaged in running the house, a loving mother and wife who has a simple life, a pious and simple lady with a modern outlook, a religious lady who respects modern trends and culture, you have got it. All are followers of some Guru, visit Ashrams or Gurudwaras, have limited desires, just want to see the son happily settled, can drop religious quotes and philosophise on life, as I have understood all across the years.

Then at the preliminary meetings, many are so open to new ideas, talk about the young needing their space and time, times have changed, girls have to work you know or how would the house run, we all need to be flexible, I just want our son to be happy etc. Its time we stepped back a bit and let the youngsters take up the responsibility. I know it sounds so nice. And heavenly. But a few do reveal their hand, one was bold enough to ask the girl to stand up and walk a bit and the stand next to the boy , incidentally, all prospective grooms are boys, even at 33 years !  Then some samples who are on the way to evolve as moms in law cannot but help look at all the objects round them, again and again, then the girl’s dress and even her teeth (I know this for a fact).   One must look at the eyes and face, the ones who come with a swollen face and a frown should be avoided at all costs.  They normally prove to be the most difficult to handle and please, specially if they use old fashioned severe rectangular framed spectacles.

But come the actual marriage, what a metamorphosis. The simple, pious, God Fearing, spiritual, religious lady changes. Overnight. For the newly arrived daughter in law, entering a household all by herself, it can be a stunning change around. One mom in law makes her daughter in law cook  each and every dish for lunch and dinner, pack her lunch, walk to the bus stop some distance away, the change two buses to work. The husband (the loving son) is meanwhile reading the newspaper or cleaning the car, he just never ever notices. Nor does the father in law as he sits and reads his newspaper calmly and sips his tea, even if the daughter in law is running late and the father in law wants more tea, she has to make that too. The mother in law could be meanwhile bathing, reading the scriptures, watching a religious discourse  on TV but she knows exactly what the daughter in law is doing. I men, after all these years, after hearing and knowing so many such episodes and cases, I say hats off to our women who come to work and give it a good shot, hardy ever sharing what is actually going on in their domestic lives.

One family I came to know, yearly, the trip to a most sanctified religious place is a must. There while praying they serve food, clean shoes and do all noble deeds but the mother in law is an ogre and her son (the husband) a first rate doormat. The weak and silent types. May are, why blame him only. And the father of the guy actually supports the wife openly. The list is endless, husbands reluctant to include their wife’s name on property papers  as the mother is frowning and what not.

Yep, there are  changes, after all the mom n law has to grow old too, some then try the dose of sweetness too, but many stay steadfast to their role and well defined commitment to trouble in one way or the other their daughters in law. The son in law meanwhile enjoys an exalted status, much out of proportion to what he deserves. A bit if pampering and indulgence is a given but not the royal first class treatment. This is yet another facet of our culture. But the son in law is a VIP but the daughter in law an intruder. It’s a contrast.

There are plenty of good moms in law out there but the negative and vicious or the insecure dictatorial types tend to dominate. The sons are such sweet doormats while the fathers in law make good statements but leave it at that.

One can only hope this endless circle starts changing over and rightfully so. Meanwhile three cheers to the good mothers in law and may the Good Lord know where to place you when the time comes for the  Hitlerian ones !              

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