Showing posts with label relationship. Show all posts
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Saturday, March 2, 2024

A mother’s notes on what the endless wait to adopt a child feels like (Mint Lounge)


“Please describe the procedures you and your spouse used to reach a decision.”

This wasn’t an inquiry raised by a psychologist during a couple’s therapy session, but a question in the Home Study Report (HSR). My husband and I were required to fill this as the preliminary step towards applying with the Child Adoption Resource Authority (CARA), which comes under the Union Ministry of Women & Child Development, to adopt our daughter. From assessing the quality of the marriage of the Prospective Adoptive Parents (PAPs) and the financial position to the motivation behind the adoption, the HSR interrogates everything. Since safety of the child is at the center of this due diligence, we responded to the questions even while squirming internally.

The online submission of the report is usually followed by visit of a social worker to the prospective parents’ home to validate the responses. During such a visit, people put forward their best selves forward to not get rejected on grounds of being physically, mentally and financially incapable of raising the child. On the day of our scheduled home-study, the house was vacuumed, our clothes were ironed, and freshly-baked cookies were laid out with tea. The social worker inspected every corner of our house while asking us the questions in the HSR, tallying the answers we had submitted. She went back pleased that we had mosquito mesh in our balcony and a common play area for kids in the apartment complex.  

My husband and I finished the formalities after a friend, who had adopted, urged us to put in the paperwork, while warning us about the 1.5-2 year-long-waiting period between registering with CARA and getting the initial call for adoption. This was May 2020. My husband was feeling the void of a child during the covid-19 lockdown. I was done with futile IVF cycles. And that’s how we joined the waiting list.

Soon thereafter, our adoptive-parent friends added us to various WhatsApp and Facebook groups consisting largely of PAPs and a few adoptive parents who had been there, done that. On these groups, the communities shared steps to follow—from getting referral of a child to securing the final adoption order. Some even shared a checklist of things to carry when going to bring the child home. There was also general conversation on books and movies on adoption. The WhatsApp groups would buzz on referral days when CARA would match children in the adoption pool with parents in the waiting list. The PAPs would often guess when their lucky day would arrive based on their date of registration. Under the new system, parents would get to choose zones—east, west, north or south— instead of states. The age bracket and gender that parents mentioned as an option also added to the waiting period. For instance, for those who had ticked the age-bracket of 0-4 years had a longer waiting period—almost 3.5 years.

As we hit the three-year mark of our registration, my husband started charting referral dates of PAPs (as shared on the WhatsApp groups) on an Excel Sheet to codify when we would receive ours. But during some weeks, the CARA referral algorithm (which nobody has been able to crack) would throw the Excel formula off.

Anyways, just when my husband had convinced me that in any scenario, 2023 was perhaps not the year we would get our baby, my phone rang on Wednesday, 13 December 2023, around noon. I was almost not going to pick up the call from an unknown number, thinking it must be telemarketing. The man on the other side informed me that he was calling from the Specialized Adoption Agency (SAA) in Gujarat, where a child had been matched to our profile. I couldn’t believe it as I hadn’t received an email or SMS from CARA regarding the referral, which was the protocol. But the caller urged me to log into my CARA portal. When I did, it was indeed there: the passport size photo of the child, Medical Examination Report (MER) and Child Study Report (CSR). 

I hadn’t heard my heartbeat clearer: Our 48-hour window to accept or let go of the referral had begun. I frantically called my husband who was travelling for work. We got on a Zoom call, quickly shared a moment of disbelief and excitement, and opened the list of pediatricians we had prepared to send the MER to. And so, by the end of the window, we hit the ‘accept’ button on the portal. We booked our tickets to fly to Ahmedabad the following morning and drive a couple of hours to the agency to meet ‘our daughter’. Needless to say, I was restless throughout the journey.

At the agency, when they brought her to the administration area to meet us and the petite damsel in oversized, mismatched clothes locked eyes with ours, we knew she was the piece in our hearts that was missing. We might have written in our HSR that we make our decisions by weighing the pros and cons of all scenarios, but here was a no-brainer. 

(Read the article on Mint Lounge here!)

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Monday, October 1, 2012

Not 'just friends' (Femina)

In an overflow of emotions, Monica Geller could barely finish her sentence when she went down on one knee to propose to Chandler Bing: “I am so lucky to have fallen in love with my best…” Monica, did you mean “best friend”?

Yes, she did. But that was the television series Friends. In reality, many women clearly demarcate between friendship and love. They think they can be just friends with their male friends and they can’t befriend those they want to be romantically involved with. For example, Aditi Misra, 29, says she can either be friends with a man or she can be attracted to him in the “other way” but not both together. And she has different reasons for each. “I am friends with men because we are in the same place or because we share common interests like sports; but I date men because I am attracted to their looks or qualities.” Similarly, to Anjali Jhaveri, 29, who is married to her high school sweetheart, her husband was always more than a friend. “In my mind, my husband was never a ‘friend’ because he fit into all the criteria I had wished in my life partner,” she says. She adds that her male friends have always been just that.

Dr. Sanjay Chugh, a senior psychiatrist of the country, reasons, “Women perhaps find it easier to categorize or label the relationship for it brings in clarity and keeps the boundaries in place which might add to a certain sense of security.”

Even when the relationship changes its category or label; in women’s psyche, once a friend always remains a friend. When Rumana Hussain, 28, was proposed by Suhel Khan who she always thought of as her buddy, Hussain accepted the offer. But she still considers Khan to be more as her friend than her husband. Likewise, Dimpy Shah, 28, also thinks that she shares a friend-like relationship with her pal-turned-hubby even after delivering a baby. “We still share secrets with each other and have the same kind of fun that we used to have when we were just friends,” she says.

Hussain and Shah were wooed by their male chums but there are examples in real life like Monica of Friends who fell in love with their guy friends. A case in point is Alefiya Bhatia, 25, who on spending one on one time with her friend realized that the relationship had potential to evolve more. “We were just great friends for three years when we hung out in a group,” she says. Now that she is married to her best friend for about two years, she thinks of her husband as a friend first. Jaina Shah, 27, seconds the viewpoint. She also considers her friend-turned-lover-turned-hubby to be “friend first, husband then.”
Dr. Nimrat Singh, a human behavior scientist, says, “The attitude of ‘friend first’ is probably knitted in women’s want to not lose the equality that is characteristic of friendship while avoiding the hierarchy that is intrinsic to marriage.”
In contrast to most women’s compartmentalization; in most men’s Venn diagram, friendship and love can intersect. Although many men say that they are just friends with many of their female friends, they also add that they can be more than friends with at least few of them. “I am attracted to some of my female friends but I just admire, respect or like to converse with the others,” Karan Mahajan (last name changed), 28, says. He adds that he cannot think of getting involved in a romantic relationship with the latter because of various reasons like culture mismatch, incompatibility in value system etc.
However, Amol Gupte (name changed), 25, differs. He holds the extreme viewpoint that there is definitely some level of attraction between a boy and girl for them to become friends. “I don’t know if the attraction between a male and female is the cause or effect of friendship, but there definitely exists some attraction between the two,” he says. He admits that he is attracted to all four of his female friends. “It’s like hedging the bets,” he chuckles.

Dr. Chugh deciphers the logic behind men’s psyche: “Men perhaps go with the ‘try your luck’ philosophy more than women. They are willing to keep their options open and go with the flow.”

Unlike Gupte, the answer to “Can men and women be just friends?” is not so black and white for Aman Gandhi, 28, who succinctly replies, “depends.” First of all, he says that it depends on whether a boy and girl spend time in a group of friends or one on one. “Unlike in a group, if two friends of the opposite sex spend a lot of time interacting on a one on one basis, I have seen that mostly they hook up,” Gandhi says which jingles with Bhatia’s story. Furthermore, he says that within a group, the ratio of boys to girls also significantly plays into determining whether they will be just friends or more. He gives the example of the institute that he is a graduate from. The ratio of boys to girls was so highly skewed towards males that Gandhi guesstimates most of the female students would have dated at least once.

Jhaveri relates to Gandhi’s experience. She changed her school in the 11th grade to one in which the ratio was skewed like above. She says that guys popped the question ‘Will you be my girlfriend?’ very casually and frequently. “After knowing a girl for as little as two weeks, the boy would ask her out,” Jhaveri recollects.

Men may communicate their interest in their female friends from the time range extending from now to never. Gandhi belongs to the former camp. “Rather than imagining stuff, I directly ask the girl I like if she likes me too,” he says. He cites avoidance of time wastage as the logic behind his approach. However, Arjun Agarwal, 26, has never been able to tell his female friends about his love interest in them for the fear of screwing up the friendship. Holding the middle ground, Mahajan says he makes sure that the girl is also interested on the basis of his observation of her body language over a considerable period of time.

Irrespective of when men express their feelings to their women friends, they gauge if the feelings are reciprocal by taking all kinds of cues from whether the girl laughed at their stupid jokes to whether she touched her hair while talking to them. Filmy, isn’t it? Remember Raj debating whether Simran loves him or not based on whether she turned back to look at him before boarding the train in DDLJ. Gupte discloses how he figured that his female friend that he was attracted to didn’t like him: “She always talked about how she would be so conscious about the way in which she dressed before someone she loved and she turned up to meet me twice in pyjamas.”

But these interpretations may not always yield accurate conclusions. Agarwal thought that his lady love was also attracted to him because she accepted to go for dinners with him alone. But it turned out later that she was not interested in Agarwal in a lovey dovey way. Rather she was social with everyone.
Dr Singh suggests, “Men’s interpretation of women’s attitude and behavior towards them is more a projection of what the men want to see.” A recent University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire study finds that men overestimate the attraction their female friends feel towards them. Dr. Singh affirms that the overestimation could be due to misinterpretation of such cues.

Luckily, things worked out for Raj because Simran who glanced at him before boarding the train had similar feelings. But there have been instances wherein one-way feelings from the boy have put the friendship in jeopardy. When Pearl Gandhi’s (first name changed), 27, childhood friend approached her with the proposition of love, Gandhi who did not share the same feelings started ignoring him. “I thought if we met, his feelings for me would never die down,” she says. Now, Gandhi and her friend are not pally like before. On the other hand, when Naiyya Saggi, 28, came to know that one of her friends was attracted to her, she got concerned about dealing with the issue without losing a good friend. After telling him that she did not share the same sentiment, she resumed treating him like just a friend pretending nothing happened. “I laughed it off in front of him telling him that he would get over the silly infatuation soon,” she says. Saggi adds that after few weeks of awkwardness between the two, the friendship returned to normalcy. Agarwal concurs that when the girl he invited on romantic dinners acted oblivious about his feelings; his crush on her vanished after a while along with the friendship remaining restored. “I am sure she knew that I liked her because all of our friends knew,” Agarwal says with a confused look.

Dr Singh says, “If a person gets over heartbreak easily, possibility is that the intensity of feelings was not strong enough.” Dr. Hansal Bhachech, a prominent psychiatrist of Gujarat, specifies, “For majority of men, friendship with the opposite gender equates to sexual attraction.” The University of Wisconsin-Eau Claire study explains why. The lead author of the study, April Bleske-Rechek is reported to have said on www.dailymail.co.uk that because platonic inter-sex relationships are a relatively new concept in the history of human evolution, men are still controlled by their mating instincts.

Gupte reveals a conversation he had with two of his friends at a club: “I asked them if they would have a one-night stand with the female friends they were attracted to. One of them said he would do it with all of his female friends while the other said he would do it with all but one.” Scary, isn’t it? Nevertheless, there are also guys like Mahajan who try to take friendship with their female friends to the next level only if he is serious about it on a long-term basis.

The debate about the costs and benefits of friendship between men and women will go on for ever. Yet guys and gals will continue to be friends and sometimes more than friends because as Chandler put it before Monica: “You make me happier than I ever thought I could be.”













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Friday, October 1, 2010

Time has told (Chicken Soup for the Indian Bride's Soul)

It was the 18th of May, 2009. No, it wasn’t our wedding anniversary. However, my husband would be quick to respond saying, “It was the day I married you in my mind a year ago.”

Our third and decisive meeting in the arranged marriage process took place on 18th May, 2008. This was preceded by two consecutive meetings a month before from then. I saw my husband for the first time when he came to my house as a marital prospect. I entered the guest lounge and there he was, sitting in the perfect straight-spine posture; giving me a warm, close-mouthed yet wide smile, the kind you wouldn’t expect from a stranger. He was not a Brad Pitt lookalike and it was definitely not the cliché love-at-first-sight. When I asked him, what is it that he is looking for in his would-be bride, he was clear about it. “A good heart,” he said unlike my list of 2,918 characteristics required in my prince-charming.

In the first two meetings, I subjected him to essay-type questions and he did justice to them by answering with vivid, thoughtful descriptions. On the contrary, I gave short and diplomatic answers to his questions, leaving them to his interpretation. This was not some evil strategy but my natural disposition towards inexpressiveness. At the end of two meetings, I was almost sure that he is a good human-being and that with him, life would be an interesting and evolving journey. I was still a sweet, harmless mystery to him.

We met a month later for the third time. Yes, on the 18th of May, 2008. We had not communicated by any means during the period between the second and third “date”. This gave both of us some time to retrospect- for him to do his consultant sort of research and analysis (He was a consultant with BCG) and for me to weigh costs against benefits (I had just completed my MBA, so I thought I might as well put theories into practice). All said and done, only a few issues needed to be clarified on both sides and if nothing went drastically wrong, it was probably going to be a yes-yes situation.

After half an hour of the ‘question and answer session’, there was silence. Impatient as I am about getting “work” finished; I blurted out, “I am ok, if you are ok.” Again there was silence, this time a more awkward one. He was looking at me in amazement coupled with a grin. It was then that I realized I had actually proposed to him. He looked at his watch. It was 5:45 PM. How rude, I thought to myself. Why on earth is he not saying anything? What is the grin about? Is he laughing at me? I was feeling stupid about my “brave” act. After 15 minutes he said he was “honored”. Is it a euphemism for saying no, I wondered. As the clock struck 6:15 PM, he took out a ring from his jacket, knelt down on his knees and slipped it onto my right hand finger (then, neither of us knew that the engagement ring is supposed to be worn on the left hand-mistake corrected later). I was expecting a ‘Will you marry me?’ on sight of the ring. But I realized I had already done the honors. He apologized for the wait and explained that his family believed in mahurat which only started at 6:15 PM.

Thus began our nine-month courtship. I was living in Ahmedabad and he was working in Mumbai. We were surviving on multiple phone conversations each day, in which I would do most of the talking, for a change. I think he had grasped by now that to get me talking , he would have to talk less and ask more questions. In the process of trying to fill the gap in communication, so as not to appear dumb-pun intended;  I felt I was filling the void in my life by sharing it with someone. We would usually meet every other weekend. I would unfailingly drag him to watch Bollywood movies because I love them. He had always dressed in formals, but he started wearing jeans because I like casuals. We would go shopping with me obviously because I love it. He would get me orchids and compose poems for me. He would ignore the newly sprouted zit on my face. He would tell me countless times that he loves me and the skeptic in me would romantically reply, “Time will tell.”

I liked him in our courtship for the irritatingly righteous person that he is; but began to love him after we got married for selfish reasons. He takes care of little things to make sure I’m comfortable. He listens to the chaos of my emotions and dons the avatar of panacea. He brings clarity to my decisions and direction in life. He pushes me to grow as a person. And he surprises me just to see my eyes sparkle.
Three months after our “official” wedding was our engagement anniversary. He had told me that he would have to go out of town for work. I was pissed at him. But I knew something was amiss when our car did not turn towards the airport. After a couple of hours, we reached a palace hotel in Rajasthan. I was indulging in royalty-swimming in the pool attached to our room, being gifted with Swarovski ear-rings, and being served with a seven-course dinner. And then he wished me, “Happy Anniversary, Darling.”



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Saturday, August 7, 2010

To my smartheart, from his sweetheart (Times Crest)

Whenever a female acquaintance sees my husband doting on me, she invariably says, "Aww...love marriage?" When I reply in the negative, the next question usually is "Love- arranged?" I then offer, "arranged-cum- love," proud to have coined a new term in relationship studies.

My husband proposed to me over the third "date" set up by our families. I had successfully managed to maintain the 'mystery' about myself with my short and sweet answers, which he labelled "good heartedness" (honestly, I was just not as eloquent as the "big fan of communication" that he is). I felt as if I had known him for a lifetime and was ready for six more. At that time, I thought I was saying "I do" to a quirky US-returned guy who loved eating Thai food, visiting museums, and skiing. Being the small town girl that I am, I liked Indian-Chinese, felt drowsy in museums and preferred siesta over sport (I wasn't exactly sure what skiing was). "I'm okay if you're okay, " I said, accepting his deal romantically.

I don't know why I said yes, though. Maybe because he made my favourite part of the fairytale - of somebody going down on one knee with a ring - come true for me. Or maybe because, with him, I felt comfortable the very first time we met. So after his proposal and my acceptance began our not-so-comfortable courtship. I had to "report" to him every night on the phone what I did during the day. At first, I went blank on encountering the question I had never been subject to before and had seldom thought about: What did you do today? Well, I ate and slept and watched TV. But of course I wasn't going to tell him that.

Now I think I was probably attracted to him because he was so much the opposite of everything I was that we had to be together. I'm extremely impatient, while he talks and listens carefully, savours food and feels gratitude. While I am always anxious about the future, he relishes the present like no other tense exists. I am supersensitive and nothing and nobody can ruffle him. While I like to flaunt my greatness for no reason at all, he likes to "live in the shadows" (like the proverbial 'source' who wishes his identity be kept undisclosed). I need everything to go right in order to be happy and he feels he doesn't have any reason to be unhappy (He has me, after all).

Sometimes his many positives get on my nerves. Why does he have to be rational all the time? Why can't he take what I say at face value without doing a cost-benefit analysis? Why doesn't he pamper me? Why does he want me to become independent? Why is he so righteous that he cannot fight impulsively for me like Ghatak's Sunny Deol or swear like Sholay's Dharmendra? Why does he never show his possessiveness for me? Thankfully, knowing that he loves me above everything and everybody makes these trifles hardly worth bothering about.

Many things have changed over the last two years since we met, but some haven't. I still am inexpressive but he somehow comes to know what's on my mind. Even now, when the doorbell rings in the evening, I struggle to make a mental note of what I'm going to say when he asks me what I did during the day. I have realised, though, that whatever I do (and that includes doing nothing) doesn't matter to him as long as I am happy. I have come to love Pad Thai, I don't mind going to museums with my husband sporadically (with the exchange offer that he will take me to watch a romantic comedy the next day). And after trying skiing on bunny slopes last winter, I have told him to take me skiing to Colorado next. What has changed in him? Well, he now goes to Hindi movies with me (and almost always cries during the emotional scenes). And he wears jeans with a flashy yellow jacket just because I like it.

On our "proposal" anniversary, he surprised me with a day trip to a palace hotel in Rajasthan. It was perfect - there was a swimming pool attached to our room, we pretended to be royalty, he gifted me Swarovski earrings and after a seven-course dinner we had delicious chocolate cake. With that day as the benchmark, I was looking forward to our wedding anniversary, wondering how he would outdo his own surprise. We sat by the Charles river (we've been in the US for some time now) and munched pizza. When I dramatically asked my year-old husband why the "proposal anniversary" enjoyed superiority over the actual wedding anniversary, he gently said, "Because I married you in my mind on that day, darling." I guess it was a love marriage then.

Read article here on Times of India's Crest edition website

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