I'm going to take this opportunity today to tell you a little about my family life. So how did I become Mrs. Mago. How did the story begin?
Let us do a flashback to 1993. Imagine a 17 year old girl and a 21 year old boy, both studying in Ness Wadia college, Pune. They both like each other. The boy invites the girl for his brother's marriage. The girl says she would need her mother's permission to attend.
Now imagine the scene at home, between the girl and her mother.
Girl: Mom, please can I go for Sameer's brother's marriage, please please!
Mom: Sameer?
Girl: Oh, he's my friend Preety Bhalla's classmate. He's a Punjabi. Actually his dad is a Punjabi, and his mom is a Maharashtrian Brahmin.
Mom: Hmmm, love marriage?
Girl: Ya, even his brother is going in for a love marriage, he is getting married to a Gujarati lady.
Mom: Hmm, naturally, if parents have done a love marriage, then the children also want to follow.
Girl: Actually, that's not all...his second brother is engaged to a Jewish lady. She is half Jewish and half Sardar (Sikh)
Mom: Oh I see. Now, looks like the third brother Sameer likes the Sindhi girl? Huh?
And the girl blushed and smiled!
So few years later this Sindhi girl, Manisha Nachnani, with her ancestral roots in Pakistan, got married to the Punjabi boy Sameer Mago and became part of this multi-cultural joint family.
Now this practice of love marriages outside the community is very common these days, and everyone is doing it, but during my father-in-law's generation, it was not so easily accepted. Through love marriages their generation set a precedent for the subsequent generations to follow. Practically everyone in my husband's family has glorious love stories to narrate to their children and grandchildren.
My father-in-law's eldest brother was married to a Tamil lady. He was born and brought up in the Lahore area of Pakistan, in a devout north-Indian family, and when he said he wanted to marry a Tamil lady, I'm sure they must have had a lot of family opposition. Later, my father-in-law's second brother married a Christian lady, and adopted Christianity. My father-in-law's sister got married to a Parsi gentleman. Unfortunately she passed away in her youth, and the Parsi uncle remarried a Bengali lady, who was affectionately adopted as aunt into the family. Their son is now married to a lady who is half Parsi, and half Marwari.
Not to forget, my father-in-law's cousin married a lady from the north-east. Her name was Bluebell.
We all know that India is a land of great diversity. We have many different states, different cultures, languages, traditions, festivals, and so on. What happens when people from all these different cultures come together to form a family? There is a total cultural explosion. My family has now become a melting pot of all these cultures. And our family tree probably looks like the political map of India and Pakistan.
Life has been very interesting in such a family. We celebrate a whole lot of festivals. My children have picked up a few phrases of several languages. We've even attended many of the family weddings in church, because my mother-in-law's brother is also converted to Christianity. And cuisine is literally the spice of our life in this family.
Few years after I got married, it was my sister's turn to get married. We lined up a whole lot of boys for her to see, and she rejected all of them. No, No No!!!! Why??? My husband asked her. Is there someone you have in mind? Don't be afraid to tell us. And guess what she said? "Mallu chalega ?"
So few months later my sister was married to a Keralite boy, in the traditional Malayali style ceremony.
My cousin just got engaged to a Bihari girl, AND over all these years I have come to believe that all these cultural differences are superficial. Human beings in any part of the world are essentially the same. And if all human begins would realize this fact, then perhaps we would never have any racism, any communal riots, or religious wars.
thank you.
