Dr Srishti Shrivastava is a dentist who has dreamt of being a doctor before she learnt to brush her own teeth! She’s one of the rare few people who’ve had a childhood romance with their profession; who are rooted and yet free – and that’s because she has an innate friendship with books. Srishti is a witty magician with words as you will see below. You can drop a comment or mail me if you’d like to read more from her or give her any feedback – I’ll be sure to pass it on. Read on…
MY QUARANTINED FAMILY: Not so different from yours
‘Quarantine’ and ‘Lockdown’ are just fancy words. Believe me when I tell you we have all been through this when we were rebellious teenagers in a traditional Indian family. Maybe you don’t remember because it was a long time ago. Let me refresh your teen memory. My over-rationalising brain came up with it and I hope you observe the similarities between your family and the current situations as well as I intend them to.
The Honourable Prime Minister, my father, the head of the family:
He holds the primary power, moral authority and social privileges. He expects a great deal from us kids so that we’ll rise to the occasion. When I know that he thinks a lot of me, I respond well and reciprocate. He does not threaten me when I am not cooperating; instead he takes away my dear to heart privileges. He decides the time when I am required to get back home (the recent 7 PM curfew).
The Medical fraternity, My Mom:
We all know it is our mother who we need the most when we feel sick. She is the one who takes care of our family. She constantly makes sure that we are healthy and have a good immunity. One of her biggest challenges is the fact that there is hardly any lunch break and vacation time. Her main concern is the health and welfare of the family for which she keeps coming up with her own strategies.
The Police Force, my strict brother:
The police force is my brother, standing in the sun to protect me, sometimes scolding me if I don’t follow father’s rules but let’s me go if I tell him I have mother’s permission (health issues). He irritates me because of his overprotective nature but I know it’s for my own good.
The sanitation department is my cleanliness freak sister:
Most of what she does could be described as mundane and repetitive, they are rarely measurable but they matter a lot. It takes 4 hours for her to clean and 4 minutes for me to trash it all. But without her help, Mom’s task will never end and our place would be a great niche for pathogens.
These are some of the memories I have of my family when I was in my adolescence and I will forever be grateful to them for protecting me at the most vulnerable phase of my life. If it hadn’t been for all those times that they didn’t give into my stubborn wishes, I wouldn’t have been the person I am today. This makes me wonder about all the restrictions put upon us, no matter how frustrating they may seem today, will lead to a better and a safe future. Because this indeed is the most vulnerable phase of our country and the whole world..