hundred years ago this year. Here is a note about her as a part of an
interfaith story, the story of being an independent unbiased woman, and my
tribute to her.
Dadima (as I called my Grandmother), my aunt, my mother, my sister and my
daughter have been influential women in my life. One thing that stands out
about them is they are free from bias and prejudice.
Dadima did not have a sense of barrier or difference between
her and her fellow beings. The others were not Hindus or Dalits to her,
but people by name.
became a widow when the influenza hit India around 1915-1917, much of my family
was wiped out; indeed that was an international epidemic then. She used to tell
us that you go bury one, and by the time they returned home they had another
one to take to the cemetery.
She abandoned her agricultural land and moved
from a tiny village called Irgampalli, where my Grandfather was a Patel
(Chief). She walked 12 miles placing my Dad in a basket over her head and
carried my aunt on her side as no transportation was available then. Buses
did not exist and the bullock carts ran once a week. In the Mid-Sixties, I
lived in Irgampalli for about six months after high school; my Dad wanted me to
be a farmer on the land of my Grandfather abandoned almost 50 years ago and
convert it into an income producing property.
We did have a few acres dedicated to grow Moghra (Jasmine) flowers, I was not
sure why, but I realized now, it may have been his sentiment to honor his
She made it to Chintamani, and raised her two kids living in her brother’s
house. She did not want any help, or become a ‘burden’ on others for her
fate. She took charge of her own life by making flower garlands and
taking care of my father and my aunt with the money earned.
Then they moved to Yelahanka with the marriage of my aunt, and she continued
her work, and her flower garlands decked the floats of Hindu deities on the
She was a Muslim and had no qualms about decorating Hindu deities. By the way
my Grandfather’s brother is a saint whom I do not subscribe to, but they conduct
annual “Urs” all evening festivities by his mausoleum.
Jasmine, also known as Moghra, and that sentimentalism caused me to name my
daughter “Jasmina” and she is very much a proud independent woman. I
am proud of my Dadima, my aunt, my mother, my sister and my daughter; I am a
blessed guy to be influenced by these fiercely independent women. These women
have no bias towards fellow humans. My Grandmother was an independent woman
nearly 100 years ago. She was a proud woman.
ran deep in my family.
My father went on to become the Mayor of the town of
Yelahanka, and he also headed the Mosque leadership. What is beautiful about that is the social
integration that existed then. Yelahanka had about 10,000 people and the Muslims
were about 50 families, but yet, he was one of them, there existed no
discrimination! I was a darling baby to all his Hindu friends, they dressed me
up as Krishna and we celebrated all the festivals. My Dadi ma prepared foods
that people cooked during the Hindu festival of Ganesh Chaturthi.