Daddy's Girl
Like every day, the narrow lane
was filled with the loud laughter and giggles of the children running around
that evening. Just like every other big society or play area, there were two
groups among the children, those who played the rugged games… mostly boys and a
rare girl or two and the girls gang with a rare boy.
Yasha, was not the girlie one.
She was the rough and tough tom boy, who liked to hang out with the boys.
That evening, they were playing a
game of King Kong. The game involved a leader or seeker, who would hit a
football at the other players. The one who got hit first would join him in
chasing the others and so on.
Yasha was the first one to go
down that evening. She joined Bunty, the seeker enthusiastically to chase and
hunt the others down. “Bunty pass the ball, I can get him”, she called out
excitedly, but he just wouldn’t pass. She called a few more times whenever she
had a good shot at getting a player. But he didn’t pass the ball to her even
once.
Frustrated, she confronted him,
“why are you not passing the ball. We missed so many chances.” Initially he
ignored her. Finally, he answered smugly, “you girlie, weak-link. You can’t
cope with us boys. You’re not as strong as me. I doubt you’ll be able to shoot
even one person down.” Yasha was hurt with his answer, but still persisted,
“we’ll win if we play as a team!”
By now the other boys had
gathered around them. “Stop it Bunty. She plays with us every day”, said one.
“just play the game fairly Bunty”,yelled another. But he just wouldn’t budge
and started teasing her even more, “girlie, girlie…. You’re not as strong as
me” and he pushed her.
Yasha, had had enough. She
snatched the ball from his hand and gave him a tight slap across his face. His
already shaking milk tooth popped and blood spluttered out of his mouth.
Stunned and ashamed before the other boys, he ran to his mother sobbing. Yasha
started smiling at her achievement, but at the same time she felt a twinge of
sadness for having hurt him and a little afraid of her parent’s reaction too.
As soon as Bunty’s mother saw him
and heard what had happened, her nostrils flared and she turned to Yasha
angrily and scolded “What is this Yasha? Is this how girls behave? Is this what
your parents have taught you? Just wait till I complain to your mother.”
Furiously, she stomped towards
Yasha’s house with all the kids in toe, curious to know what happens next.
Yasha’s dad opened the door, surprised to see Bunty’s mother and the gang of
kids at the door. Guessing by Yasha’s sheepish but little afraid look, he burst
out laughing in fuming mother’s face.
She was bewildered at his
reaction. She began complaining about his daughter's actions that evening and the lack
of appropriateness of her behaviour as a girl. Yasha’s father just raised his
hand to stop her and said, “Mam, before questioning her values, I request you
to question yours. Stop telling your son he is stronger because he is boy. Stop
him from discriminating on the basis of gender.” Confused, she asked, “what if
he had hit her back?” He replied calmly, “My daughter is capable of taking
responsibility for her actions and the repercussions that entail those actions.
Let it be an argument or fight of equals.”
The disgruntled mother and son
left, dazed. Yasha looked up at her father smiling tentatively, unsure. “Stand
for what is right, but also be careful to not hurt anyone”, he advised. She
nodded in understanding.
There are two questions
we need to answer as a society.
Firstly, do we sometimes
knowingly, sometimes unintentionally still teach our boys, girls are weaker than
them, not as good at sports, can be pushed around, should stick to the girlie
things only? Do we unwittingly lay the foundation of male superiority in their
minds since their childhood?
Secondly, how many of
us as parents of girls, would react like Yasha’s father? How many of us would
teach our girls to stand up for themselves and not accept nonsense? How many of
us would teach them the importance of taking responsibility for their actions
and being prepared for the repercussions of these actions?
Good one Aditi..wish all of our girls grow up like this..
ReplyDeleteHope we can inculcate those values in them. Hope they believe they are lesser in no way.
Deletevery well written.
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ReplyDeleteDaddy's little girl is a story with perfect bow tied gift with happy ending. Simplistic if I can use the word.
ReplyDeleteNot like you. It is very black and white and gender issues are never black and white. Seems like you are tired of viewing the world as it is and would rather give a good end to some bad story.
More importantly, your writing is about being raw and gritty and this is a deviation.
ReplyDeleteThanks Sneha. You have pointed out correctly, but this was an attempt to try another style of writing.... convey the message through a tale. It is not patronising the audience.
DeleteGreat piece of work! Totally relatable
ReplyDeleteNice Article..!!!
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