Our
great Indian family is like a movie in which everybody has a fixed role & fixed
dialogs. In which someone is rich while someone is poor. Some is bad and some
is good. Its rich history and present story is nothing less than a gossip
magazine. Alike the famous James Bond everyone keeps their eyes and ears open
in anticipation of something big. Like a common man the good guyz always sit in
the corner and repent on their life. Like politicians and villains the bad guys
always had the last laugh. Every one competes to show off heavily in the family
functions.
In this
huge Starcast there is one actor on whom the spotlight is because his critical
role influences the entire story. He is dangerous, he is naughty, and above all
he is a sort of criminal. He possesses nuclear power; he can hold anybody’s
collar. The truth is that he enjoys and misuses his uncontrolled authority. He
is none other than the “Jamaai Raja”
Whether
you are the Great Khali or the Bheem, a tycoon or an oxford return, a
celebrity or the head of the family you are always option less and have to obey
to your dwarf size “Jeeja”. This
reminds me of my bulky college friend who use to miss several lectures because
his great Jijaaji---a return from Kanpur was residing at his home.
I never
understood who gave this jackass such supreme powers. I mean he too is scolded
by his parents like others, beaten by his wife and he too fears loss in the
business. So why he behaves as if he is the Brahma,
Vishnu and Mahesh when he reaches his Sasural and demands not only the
family’s attention but entire locality’s.
When a
father comes to know that this summer his daughter will be accompanied by her
“poor--half”, he is alarmed. As if, the auditors are coming to inspect the
account books. A cleanliness drive is ordered, new utensils are taken out, and
dishes which even poor Gharwaalas don’t get to eat are prepared. Even children
of the house are taught manners and also English. The brother in laws gets
ready for the boss and his annual trip. After the last minute preparations,
everybody is at toes. Facilities which Jeeja gets are world-class and it is
ensured that everything is served to him first as if he is the Lord Ganesha and
deserves the “Bhog”.
The 5.5
feet inch Jeeja with 25 feet inch ego makes comment on everything. He behaves
as a newborn where everybody should always accompany him or else the 2 weeks long
trip will be cut short to 7 days. The family takes a deep breath only after the
extravagant Jeeja trip is over. The family head announces that “the
commonwealth is successfully over—time to look over the debts and huge
unnecessary investments made”.
Leaving
the sarcasm and satire, the question is why Jeeja is “The Jeeja” in our society. Why he becomes “The Godfather”
at his in laws though he might be an unsuccessful bank clerk throughout his life.
Ironically it is a vicious cycle. In this man dominated Indian society, the men
carved out for them a niche avatar. An avatar to enjoy worldly pleasures, live
a royal life and forget about their failures for some time when they are at
their In-Laws by behaving as the undisputed king. So any man whether successful
or contrary gets into his Jeeja avatar to relive a life he always dreamt of. So
when these disturbed animals become a Jeeja, they pour their frustration over
their Saala (brother in law). And that Saala pour that frustration over his
Saala (brother in law). And the Saala cycle keeps paddling.
In all
it is this evil spirit of Jeeja which should be blamed for the downside of
women. He should always be parceled to hell for the injuries caused to the
status of women. Who doesn’t desire a girl child but the scary thought of
marrying your doll to a rascal Jeeja doesn’t go down well with many. And the
thought of capitulating to his unending and unwanted demands terrify even the
bravest of souls but above all, the thought of tolerating that Jeeja and his
idiosyncrasies for your entire life can even force Mahatma Gandhi to violence.
Sadly, a
Jeeja is like an outsider who sits at the top of the ladder of a family and
regulates the thread of all puppets.
Post
Script: Teach your Jeeja a lesson. Marry your girl to an educated and down to
earth man. Teach her self-respects. Above all never ever give in to his
demands. Let’s eliminate this never required avatar of “Jeeja”.
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