In our extended family, there is a special place for pregnant women and nursing mothers (in Kannada, the term used for nursing mothers is “bananti”).
When pregnant or nursing, women in our family are paid special attention by all – fathers, mothers, uncles, aunts, the cook, the cleaner, the street hawker, et al. They are treated like queens – given special food to eat, new clothes, massages, jewellery, etc. A wish by a pregnant or nursing mother is a command by a higher being, and it has to be implemented post haste. It doesn’t matter whether the child is a boy or girl. What matters is that the mother and child are healthy and happy, and stay that way.
My earliest recollection of special treatment, is my mother telling us stories of how she would crave for something (ice cream, mango, peas, etc.) when she was pregnant – and my father, Anna, would roam the city (sometimes late at night) just to fulfil her wish.
So when we made a fuss, or wanted special treatment, Amma and Anna would shake their heads slowly and sadly, and say, “We have a Salem Bananti in our home!”
The Original Pregnant Person: A Boy!
Salem Bananti was the name given to THE most famous pregnant / nursing person in all of Salem district. The one that caused the entire Namakkal household of my paternal grandmother (Ajji) to run around satisfying the needs and wishes and whims of one person. This one person was Ajji’s cousin – a mere 12 years older than my father and considered the most intelligent in the family.
Salem Bananti’s real name was Sheshagiri Rao. A man! Not a woman. A boy who had been fussed over by every woman in the family and grew up to be a fussy man. A boy that the family touted as the most intelligent person they had seen (till Anna and his siblings bet his marks and rankings in school). A boy who grew up to become the Post Master of Namakkal Taluka.
Anna does not remember why such a fuss was made of Sheshagiri Rao. All he remembers is that there was always a great fuss about things. Mundane things. Things like the famous South Indian weekly oil bath.
On the appointed day of the weekly oil bath, the entire family routine would be upset as Salem Bananti’s mother would spend extra time picking similar sized wood for the wood-fired cauldron that would heat the water. Then, she would find the window through which there was uninterrupted sunlight, and make him sit in its path so that she could massage him with oil till his skin shone as it absorbed the heat of the sun with the oil.
It is said that his head was thumped with so much oil that oil would drip from his eyes.
Then she would go to the bathroom to draw water for his bath, for only she could determine the right temperature. And when he finished his bath, he would lay on a bed, with his head hanging over the side, a thin malabar towel draped like a tent, covering his hair and a samrani (a wood-fired small angeethi), so that his hair would dry fast, preventing him from catching a cold.
This is how pregnant and nursing mothers’ hair was quickly dried in the old days, and Salem Bananti got the same treatment till the day he died, for these rituals were passed mother to wife.
The Fussiness of Sheshagiri Rao
Even as an adult, Sheshagiri Rao was fussy. He carried around 4 umbrellas – one to protect him from the sun, one from the rain, one from the wind, and one from any weather pattern not covered by the previous three. And these were not simple umbrellas – only Stag umbrellas would do.
When I asked Anna how Sheshagiri Rao’s wife and kids dealt with his extreme fussiness, he said,
“They did what was asked of them. It was a man’s world those days, and he would get what he wanted, as and when he wanted. Simple.”
So now when Anna is “all there” i.e. not hallucinating or disoriented, and he makes a huge fuss, I ask him why he is behaving like Salem Bananti. He normally smiles at this and we share a laugh at how Sheshagiri Rao’s short hair was dried by the heat of a samrani – just like a pregnant / nursing woman’s!
(After working in corporate India for over 29 years, Sangeeta has taken time off to look after her father, who was diagnosed with Parkinson’s Disease in 2008. Sangeeta hopes that these authentic stories will help patients and caregivers understand and appreciate the impact of Parkinson’s Disease. You can follow Sangeeta’s blog here.)
Related Links in the Series
How my Father, the Parkinson’s Patient, Aced the Spoken Word
From a Real Life Piku: Looking After an Elderly ‘Child’
Dealing with Dependence: A Daughter’s Tale of her Father
My Anna Holds on to his Bata Sandals, Even as He Loses his Memory
Who Knew That Nutella Would Convince My Old Dad to Take his Pills?
For a Dad with Parkinson’s, I’d Get Him All the Junk Food He Wants
Pray, Why Does My 87-Year-Old Anna Need an Aadhaar Card?
(At The Quint, we question everything. Play an active role in shaping our journalism by becoming a member today.)