The Politics of a Woman’s Surname after Marriage

By Bhavya Bhardwaj

Indian society is deeply patriarchal. But be that as it may, it is also a society that has absorbed into its own culture and customs laws received from other jurisdictions.

Hence we are bestowed with the gift of marriage under the Constitution. Therefore, any marriage so contracted under the Act is statutory and must be governed by the laws that created the same.

While issues of divorce or inheritance are largely in direct consonance with the marriage contracted by parties involved, the issue of name-taking or name changing finds no strength under the Marriage Act or any other laws in India. Hence a woman taking up her husband’s name remains a matter of choice and/or of custom.

Generally, in India and in some other cultures, women are simply expected to take up the name of their husband upon marriage. It is taken as a given that she will change her last name, or in some communities, her first name too after marriage.

There are many reasons, one of which is the uniformity it creates in the identity of the parties. In some cultures, the husband assumes the role of legal guardian of a woman and so the woman “must” bear his name.

It is interesting to note the absurd double standard here – the onus of proving fidelity, commitment and a whole bunch of other moral responsibilities are placed only on the woman. Never for a moment is the husband’s fidelity or commitment brought into question.

With changing times, many women are not taking the names of their husbands.

For some women, it is simply a matter of convenience. Their names have been reflected on so many documents and accounts that it would be very tedious to go through with this change legally.

Some women choose to retain their family names to maintain the link to their family, especially in situations where all the children in that family are female, for example, the Kardashian sisters, who adopted a compound name to maintain their family identity.

Others choose to keep their family name due to the reputation attached to it and may add it as a prefix to their husband’s name.

When the majority of folks here believe it is “only proper and right” for a woman to take up her husband’s name, that a failure to do so supposedly implies a lack of commitment on her part to the marriage, it perpetuates a culture of policing a woman’s decision in this matter. It overlooks all social and personal boundaries in the process and seeks to somehow guilt the woman if she goes against its expectation.

The most recent example of it being actress Deepika Padukone’s. She defied the “two shall become one at the cost of the woman’s identity” doctrine.

For Padukone, her name is her identity, and as she says and is well evident, something she has worked very hard to establish. But of course, it didn’t stop people on the internet from giving their two cents regarding how inappropriate they deemed her decision to be.

It is dangerous for any woman to lose her identity to marriage. You are a force unto yourself. Name taking or not doesn’t change these truths.

That said, people should also support a woman’s choice to change her surname for whatever reason. People may think the reason is silly, but she should have the liberty to do what she wants with her surname.

Because either way, it is her decision. Because to respect her decision is to respect her.

The Belonging

By  Bhavya Bhardwaj
I have always belonged,
Belonged to someone before I was even my own.
We raise women from the womb in preparation of her ownership.
She is his,
before she is hers.
The clock is set,
Her time as her own is limited.
She isn’t taught to love herself,
because someone will eventually love her.
And we wonder why women are so broken.
Because we are raised to be pieces of wood
Waiting to be put together.

When being You is a crime…

By – DISHA AGGARWAL

Painted By – AMRITA SHER-GIL (Group of Three Girls, 1935)

 

I was six when I asked my mother,
“Were you happy when you had me, as happy as
you were to have my brother ?”
Laughing she replied, “Of course darling, I was.
You both are equal for me.”
At the age of ten,  I asked her, “Do you love me as much as
you love my brother?”
Calmly she replied “ Of course why wouldn’t I,
you are my blood.
When at 14, I asked my father,
“Were you cool about my birth ?”
My father said teasingly, “ Everyone wants a boy as their first child but I was the happiest to hold you in my arms.
“Oh !” I replied, a little hesitant.
I wonder why?
Was it mere teasing, or all too genuine to wish for a guy?
At 17, I asked them,
“Do you still love me, or is it just pretend?
Day in and day out, am I a burden to tend ?”
They both seemed angry,
perhaps I triggered something in them.
My father dismissed me with a, “Concentrate on your studies! ”
One afternoon I overheard the elders,
” It’s important for girls to be educated.”
I felt so content; at least someone thought the same.
But I guess it was too good to last long,
For then, she said, “It’s impossible to find a suitable groom these days,
everyone wants a working woman.”
Today I turned 19, and can’t seem to figure out,
Is education qualification for marital unification?
Do parents have any other goal than turning you into marriage material?
Why should being beautiful be my only dream?

FLARE UP – THE PASSION

By   Arshiya Chahal

Illustrated By   Arshiya Chahal

 
When the boundless enthusiasm and immense desire,
The ardent love and inner fire,
The wistful hunger and the blazing flame within,
And the colossal charisma which always brings a grin,
Are blended in each moment, be it formidable or easy,
Then even the hardest of the things turn out to be simple and breezy.
When life is glimpsed upon as though our favorite show on television,
When we get engrossed in each and every scene,
When the devotion and interest are generated on their own,
And the energetic determination to outshine is grown,
And when your passion tells you to face the jeering throng alone,
That is when in your life, true passion is shown.
Many possess the passion for certain specific things,
But only a few attain achievements, adding to their amorousness.
Ones who hold the fire within, but the times they cannot withstand
Let their fire become ashes and smoke, and it happens all unplanned.
But those who have the yearning, burning flame of desire inside,
In them does the real glow of fire reside.
Passion is where the heart flows,
It is one’s real desire from the nose to the toes.
It is doing what one wants to do, what one likes to do,
It is not something one has been made to forcefully pursue.
As life is not only about creating oneself,
It is also about finding the passion of your life, the Real Yourself.

I Want To Fly

By Prerna Sharma

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I want to fly

Higher and higher,

Like a bird.

 

I want to fly

Without restrictions,

Where no one else can stop me.

 

I want to live my life to the fullest,

A life no one will interrupt.

 

I want someone to motivate me to fly,

Not someone who will cut my wings.

 

I want to achieve my dreams,

I don’t want to stop,

I don’t want to get back on the ground ever again.

 

I’ll fly here and there,

Like a bird and never come back

To this grouchy world.

 

I want to fly,

Higher and higher,

Like a bird.

The Passionate Heart

By Disha

Image Source: Tumblr

The frosty roads

The closed doors

All led me to the pristine slopes.

I pulled apart every rope

I knocked at every wall,

I passed through every hall.

I was a puppet and you had my strings,

No more says my instincts,

Everyone believed that I was wrong,

How can you change what’s been around for ages, they asked.

I am sorry I said,

I am afraid I can’t.

You are rotten apples and empty cells,

You and I are poles apart,

It’s time for me to stand,

Leaving behind you

I will build my own town

Because traveling is my life you see!

These rocks are my friends,

The seashore is my home.

The marvelous sky above is my fuel,

Fears are my ground.

You people will never know

What it takes for a girl to burn and earn.

I don’t want to follow anyone,

I want to be myself and the only one.

Never Going Away

                                                           

By Bhavya

Image Source: Tumblr

 

I nearly lost someone I loved.

And I wanted her back. I wanted some magic to happen and bring her back to me.

But she’d never come. Ever.

But magic would happen.

She won’t go away. She isn’t going away.

I want to hold her hand and her to hold mine,

The way we did when she was sitting on the bed with me beside her.

Both of us were helpless and unable to speak.

One because of illness. The other was too afraid of choking up.

Oh, I love her so much. And she loves me back.

She didn’t want to go. I didn’t want her to go. No one wanted her to go.

Then Cancer, why did you do this to her?

Why did you do this to us?

I miss her.

She is the Sun, and a bird. Happy and free.

Like a child, innocent in her being.

Cancer, why did you do this to her?

Cancer, why did you do this to us?

Everyone adores her – her family, friends, colleagues, and society.

Cancer, why did you do this to her?

Cancer, why did you do this to us?

Dear Cancer, do you know

How she cracks silly jokes to make us laugh,

How wide she smiles in a room filled with the laughter of the people she loves?

And you snatched her smile and our laughter from us.

Cancer, why don’t you answer?

We asked the doctors, they don’t know.

Cancer, why did you do this to her?

Cancer, why did you do this to us?

Tell me, why?

I shriek at the walls.

Tell me! Tell me, why?

“Cancer is nowhere to be found. It’ll die with her.”

But, did it?

No. No, it’s not the end.

Real life tales also have happy endings.

She once spoke to me, albeit with a lot of difficulties.

Her eyes shed a thousand words. Her lips spoke five. Five magical words.

“It isn’t in my blood.”

“It isn’t in my blood” took possession of me.

Those five words weighed more than hundreds of words by hundreds of people.

She’s never going away. Her words are never going away.

And that is where I begin.

And now I am determined to make her words and this world realize

That cancer can’t kill people. Cancer makes them stronger.

Love, I know for sure you’re much better off right now.

With no pain in your brain anymore.

Wherever she is at present, she must be busy impressing the world there.

And I here, am doing the same…making life better again.

Diffidence

                                                                   

By Neelesha Dhawan 

Image Source: Tumblr

 

As the steam from your cup
Mingles with the fog
And your sighs create
A sheet of dismay on your glasses
I know
This is the end
As your lips quiver
With the hotness
The hesitancy in your touch
Is tangible across the stall
With a slight dampness
Your gaze travels
Lingers a minute
Before dissolving again in the cup
And as your sighs create
A sheet of emptiness on your glasses
I know
You have lost your articulation
Yet again
And as the steam from your cup
Mingles with the fog
I know yet again
That you’ve lost your audacity
Yet again
And tonight
A mug of liquor
Will do the job
Of what a cup at a stall
Could not

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

What Happens When Worlds Collide?

By Bhavya

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When planets collide against one another, they form dents at the point of collision. Holes in their lives that are too large to be rebuilt.

When an asteroid collided with the earth, it left a hole in the planet. One so large that it couldn’t be filled with the nebulae or space. But in losing a part of itself, the earth found a faithful companion. It controlled the pulling and pushing of tides, it created hurricanes that would shatter forests. But it also gave us light. It gave us something to write poems and songs on. We didn’t call it destruction. We called it love.

When tectonic plates collide, the destruction is so massive that it creates earthquakes. But in the end, it builds. It creates mountains and hills, inching higher and higher every moment that they grow closer.

When worlds collide, it is destructive. We lose friends, we lie to our parents and we wreck our sleep cycle. But in the end, even if they drift apart or leave us broken, it builds something. A new experience. If they stay forever, we find a new companion. Our intertwined hands are the mountains we’ve built. Our bodies, a mesh of shattered stardust.

Sometimes we’re too blinded by the sun to see the moon illuminating our darkest nights.
Even if the consequences are absolutely terrible, it leaves something in the end.
Maybe it’s worth finding out what it may be.

A Letter To fifteen-year-old Me

By Disha

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Hey Ms. Dreamer,
I know it has been quite a while since people understood you. You find yourself lonely and unwanted. I wish I could be there with you, to help you understand that in the future when you will be nurturing yourself, these things will seem stupid and pointless.
People are unable to understand you because they can’t think at your level. You are childish and unaware of cunningness. Don’t change this part of you, don’t think it is your weakness. You may be alone for a period of time, but the person you are going to become will be new and bold.
I know you have issues with your parents, let them be. When you grow up, you will realize that you are not the only one. That may console you but that doesn’t mean you will stop fighting. You have to understand that sometimes, it is better to stay quiet for the beautiful things that are approaching.
The loneliness you are facing today will help you deal maturely with the sadness in coming years. I just want you to give time, some time and everything will go well. Soon, you will discover your hidden talents – things that will be unique among others around you.
I know you don’t like to study, and yet you manage to score in the eighties. People think you study a lot but in reality, your mind is always outside the window. It’s okay because unlike you, others find it hard to understand the voice of silent nature.
There are a lot of suggestions I could give you, but the best is that you should learn to stop seeking acceptance from others. Because the truth is, they will never understand you. It’s important for you to first accept yourself rather than others accepting you. When you understand this fact, you will also realize that you are far better than them. And that they don’t treat you as an equal because they are too insecure to let you realize how talented and excellent you are.
You might wonder of what use this letter is. I am writing this because even though my heart and soul know I have gone past the time, but just in case it ever calls me back again, I needed this to exist.
Dear Ms. Dreamer, believe me when I say I believe in you. Go on, be yourself fiercely and wholly.
– Your future self.