Remember as kids how much we loved receiving ‘ashirwad’ money? When the fifth cousin from Dad’s side would visit in what was a once-in-the-lifetime (or once-in-a-long-long-time, or why-do-I-even-care-how-long-a-time) family visit and hand us a rolled-up bank-note (or two, if they were feeling generous) with the customary tagline – beta, isse chocolate kharid lena (buy yourself a chocolate with this)? Remember how Mom would then look daggers at us for being uncivilized ingrates who thrived on freebies and beamed at faces to extort gifts? Don’t roll your eyes at me, I know you liked it. Admitting it won’t make you a money-grubbing good-for-nothing. After all, as my Grandma used to say, such blessings are every child’s janm-siddha-adhikaar (birthright). I may be getting a little liberal with her words here, but she used to say something like that. Honest.
Aah those days when I wouldn’t have to grovel to Papa for stuff, when I wouldn’t have to cajole Mumma with promises to finish my chores just to get a tenner, when visits from boring auntyjis and unclejis would become tolerable only because at the end of the visit was the prospect of receiving a slim envelope with money inside, with a gleaming one rupee coin pasted on top of it, because we Indians believe that 0 signifies the end, while 1 and its multiples signify the beginning. So ashirwads were always given as 51, 101, 1001, in keeping up with the tradition of gift money given in such numbers being a precursor to good fortune. Yeah baby, let the ashirwads roll! No one’s complaining here,
except parents!
Because usually all my janm-sidha-adhikar money would be snatched up by my parents even before I had the chance to hold and smell the bank notes. While my parents would engage our relative in a wrestling match over who could transfer the ashirwad faster – the giver or the unwilling parent, I would stand in the corner with a hand outstretched asking for alms of ashirwad. This wrestling thing, by the way, is also a mandatory manoeuvre of the great Indian tradition of giving gift money. Parents don’t want to come across as greedy folks. So each time someone pushes those glitzy envelopes with money inside to the kids, there has to be at least five minutes of amicable arguments consisting of forceful protests and this – you shouldn’t do this and they don’t need it. I dunno about the relative but of course, kids need it! I would be dreaming of that new ice-cream flavour I could finally taste. Instead, I would get this – we have to give them something too. And I would mournfully watch those same bank notes being taken out by my parents and stuffed into another envelope only to be pushed into the hands of the relative’s children. How I hated having cousins then. And oh how abominably convenient! Why didn’t parents get that that money was our wages? Wages we earned by being patient, well-behaved ‘bundles of joy’, indulging the visitors with our off-tune nursery rhymes, doling out the right yes, pleases and no, thank yous that only served to make parents look better? But no, rob the poor kid of the money in the name of give and take, and teaching them money management. How do you teach money management without money in hand?
Some enlightened (and kinder) parents would hand their kids piggy-banks, gullaks in India, to teach them money-management, and they would become repositories of ashirwad money and our wobbly faiths in our parents’ capacity to not raid our gullaks for meagre change that they generally held within. But parents are crafty things. They can manipulate a child into believing that they are poor and money will feed them, or that the money parents take away is for ‘nice things for you only, na’, or that the money is a loan to the parents. So we Indian kids learn early on that…
Money once lost in the parent trap is never coming back.
I don’t ever remember having spent my gullak money on myself. I always remember the money being syphoned off bit by bit for stuff like stationery and maybe an ice-cream or two. Never for what I really, really, really wanted. Most of the ashirwad would be stowed away in Mummy’s purse that carried a black hole within.
Another thing about Mummy purses you should know – what goes in never comes out.
First of all, I come from a generation of kids who weren’t even allowed any pocket money. Like never. Our encounters with money were limited to Mummy making us run to the kirane ki dukaan for a loaf of bread or a kilo of potatoes… and of course ashirwad. Whatever we needed would have to first be approved and paid for by the Ministry of Family Expenses, my mother, but only after an endless debate over why we didn’t need what we thought we needed, followed by a sermon on responsible spending and learning how to be contented with what you have. I shamelessly blame my parents for my spending spree when my brother earned a fair bit of ashirwad money because he delivered a speech in his four-year-old lispy hindi that everyone oh-so-adored. Of course it’s for him that I bought those cheap plastic goggles and the bitty flute that played only one note. Of course, I knew he needed those cavity-inducing-gummy-gooey candies. Of course, I did it for him while I took the lion’s share of the candy I bought… from his money, but hey, bhai-behen mein chalta hai. But through most of my childhood, I don’t remember my gullak being a repository of anything more than an empty wish for more money.
Now that I am a parent myself, I get why parents have this urge of robbing their kids of their hard-earned ashirwad. Because we, in turn, have to give ashirwads to other kids. And parent pockets aren’t deep. Mommy, Daddy, grandparents and girlfriend/boyfriend pockets are deep, but never parent pockets. I have tried to (and failed at) keeping my daughter’s money away from my spendthrift hands and have mostly succeeded at only giving it away as ashirwads to other kids, or putting it to use to buy her something that I thought she needed, but I worry someday, when she’s a little older to understand that money once lost in the parent trap is never coming back, she’s going to ask me resentfully – Where’s my gullak?
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Life is a circle. I guess things have changed these days because people don’t hand over money these days with so much choice in terms of gifts.
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That’s true, although in a pinch money is a good thing and as I’ve discovered ever since I became an ‘giver’ that when it comes to teenagers and finnicky people, money is often the better gift than what you think they’ like to be gifted. Haha. What are your childhood memories on this?
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Sure, money is a better gift but I see lesser people gifting money these days. My experince was similar to yours. I never got hold of any notes! But I don’t think about it. 🙂
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Haha. Some childhood traumas are better left forgotten. I remembered about it because I was in a similar situation last night when someone came over with kids.
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Haha! your write-up brought back memories, Pradita! How you’ve been?
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I’ve been good Arv. Just busy with Diwali and now taking a short trip. How have you been? How was Diwali?
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short trip? wow! where to?
I have been pretty busy for the last ten days!
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Oh. Diwali rush is it? Same here but in a different way. Short trip to my peeps and then back here because can’t miss school too much.
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yes. I’m sure a trip to catch up with your people is always great!
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Yes it is 🙂
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🙂
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Hahaha…loved this one! I was lucky with the ashirwad money. I had a gullak and my own savings account even when I was in class 3 (my school had a bank branch). I remember making trips to deposit money (sometimes even 5/- or 10/- Rs).
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You were lucky indeed. Not me. I always lost mine 😀
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LOL!
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But, I can understand your perspective as a child.
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Thank u girl! 💐
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The cruelty of parents..; )
But I should say i was lucky to keep all the ashirvad money by myself. (not that my parents were rich ) . but now looking back i have no idea how i managed to spend that.. probably “mommy magic” has played on my gullak
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Yes you were lucky, dear Akhila, that you at least got to keep it. I hope we can teach out kids better and let Mommy magic not hijack their gullaks 🙂 Thanks for reading 🙂
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yes, that’s what we can do with our kids now.. let them keep it as their own [ of course must have an eye on how they spend it]
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Hee hee 😉
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Lol. So relatable. I loved your funny description of all that happens when a relative gives you money! Ministry of family expenses had me laughing. And mind you, I was at a clinic and I did get some stern looks. 😂 I loved it, Pradita!
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LOL! I hope I didn’t get you into any more trouble than a few stern stares. Thanks so much, girl. How have you been?
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Haha nope, I didn’t get into any trouble. 😉 I’ve been busy but now I’m back to blogging. And it feels amazing. 😀
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That’s great! Keep it up. Sorry about replying late. Had been off WP for some weeks
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Hahaha, this was all too relatable.
Brought back so many memories!
Thank you for sharing, Pradita!💕✨
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You’re most welcome. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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Nice one, Pradita! In our case, it used to be Durga puja Dashami pranami, which we used to get for seeking blessings of elders on the eve of Dashami. Most times, it used to be a ten rupee note – collected over 4-5 relatives, even that seem like a fortune. We would get the pleasure to hold it, count it over and over again, but as soon as it went to Mummy purse, we knew it was done and dusted. Even I don’t remember that money ever being completely my own or having spent it on something that I wanted.
When I become a parent, if I ever choose to that is (:P ), I think I want to provide my kid some money, and see what they are spending it on. I think it’s difficult to learn money management if you never made money mistakes. But then, I have a lot of such ambitious parenting goals, don’t know how much of them will get realize when reality strikes. We’ll see.
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Haha. I know every Indian kid has this experience. Us Indians never trust their kids with money until they are vry old. Personally I think pocket money and having to wait and earning in the summer are excellent western concepts that we need to encourage even amongst our kids. So hopefully, we’ll be better parents 😉
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I’m leaning onto your last statement as well. Our generation has had the exposure to different possibilities as far as parenting is concerned, and we are luckier compared to our parents in that. Hopefully, we will be able to do a better job.
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Amen to that!
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It’s a nice, lovely post!
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Thank you 🙂
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What a post Pradita. I have to admit that I was really lucky to have all that ‘ashirvad’ for myself. but yes I did end up spending it very soon. How? Where? please don’t ask, because even I don’t know the answer 😀
And as of you now you know the reason why parents take away that ashiravad. I really don’t know what I would do if ever I was a parent…..because…
no, I’ll stop here, the thought itself is scary! 😀
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HAHA… iuts alright Moushmi. Your time will come. I don;;t want to trouble you with the future already 😉
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I am glad someone understands. Others here seem to want to live that present right away!!!
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😀 😀 😀
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haha! Aashiwad money was the real deal for me and not leaving the visiting relatives an inch or running after them to say bye. Bearing the boring conversation was too much to take but in the end, I slipped few notes inside my pocket to make a profit before Mom and Dad would put all of them in the piggy box. What days! Every year, I was praying for a raise and not getting it, calling relatives kanjoos!
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Haha. That was clever pf you – slipping some notes into your pocket. Wish I had thought of that before 😀
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The funniest thing happened today – when I typed ‘The Pradita Chronicals’ and found no results, for a moment there.. I thought you along with your blog just disappeared. I calmed myself down and got the spelling right and there you were :p good to be back on TPC space 🙂
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That is lucky for me that you didn’t give up on me, old friend. Thank you for checking in on me. How have you been?
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