No Retirement, We are Women
It was Tuesday, a week
day, busy for those under 60(the only exception being academicians for whom a
plus five is added) to rush to their workplace while for women like me well past
that age, Tuesday was no exception. It was very much like the any other day.
What happened yesterday, Monday, I asked myself and found it difficult to find
the answer. Yesterday had receded into oblivion and lost forever for everyone
without exception. Despite all the new age discoveries, no one till now has
found a magic wand to wave the past back into the present. Yesterday cannot be
lived today just as today cannot be lived tomorrow. We can all muse over
yesterday and yesterday’s yesterday and yesterday’s yesterday’s yesterday in a
geometric progression but all the yesterdays of the world elude our grasp.
Those twenty four hours and the sequential progression in the reverse have all
been canned and not even historians who spend all their time to give a
plausible account of the past can relive them. All history is at best a virtual
reality, a realistic simulation of yesterdays.
I am past the official
age of superannuation but as a housewife, I have no retirement. I do not have
the luxury to sit and ponder over my yesterdays and even if I desire to relive
them (and to re-live better than my lived period in the past ), I cannot return
to those days that are now only in memory. This is one of the genuine problems,
I presume, all retirees face (I specifically mention ‘retirees’ because they
have all the time in the world to contemplate on problems, genuine as well as
imagined) and they wish they were younger by a decade or two to live those
years once more with greater wisdom and maturity.
But soon comes the realization that virtual past is a reality and cannot be
grasped. Thank our stars, this helps to get over the longing for a re-run and
accept the new order of life when time becomes inconsequential. All those in
the last stretch of their life know that one day is like any other day and all
the days and all the nights cannot put time back again on their
time(less)table.
The phone rang and the
voice at the other end with a latent curiosity asked me “how is your husband
spending his time? My retirement day is not far off and would like to take tips
from him how to live the workless days”. Thank God, the voice didn’t say
“worthless days”. I mumbled pleasant nothings to avoid a direct reply as I knew
that my husband was engaged throughout his waking hours scouting for possible
jobs to avoid the prospect of spending workless days. For the last few months
in anticipation of that dreadful day when he will be given a farewell tea and a
few pseudo praise of his work ethics, intelligence, compassion, he used to say
“ Retirement is not for us, men, because
we have been working almost since we were born.” “What about women? “ I gently mumbled
hiding my irritation. He did not grasp my insinuating question as he cavalierly
answered that “ women go to work only to escape boredom at home while for us
work is religion. For us to sit at home is embarrassing and shameful and we need some occupation to be away
from rocking the chair at home.” He followed his wisecrack “if I had been in the office, I would have
had by now two cups of tea from the
canteen”- a signal to me to be the canteenboy( girl) at home.
I returned to the
kitchen -my workplace- since the time I was married-nearly forty years ago.
Since my husband was earning well, he did not value my degrees and told me not
to work and stay home to mind the children and his parents. It has been a daily
routine for the last four decades to be the first to get out of bed and be
ready with tea and coffee as required by him and his parents, get the children
ready, prepare breakfast, prepare lunch packets for the office goers ( he and
his father)and for the children and so on and on till retiring to bed last after
seeing that everyone was well tucked into their beds. Demands of the children
as they grew were of a different order but the pace and routine were the same.
Is there a retirement age for women, I wondered! Even for those who, unlike me,
had been working outside, their age of retirement from office in no way gives
them retirement from the domestic chores. On the contrary, they are expected to
take up the responsibility with added vigour
to compensate for the “neglect” during their years of service. But the
amazing thing is women never ask for retirement even as they commiserate with
their husbands, who for want of a post-retirement job are forced to stay back
home. My friend who had sounded highly embarrassed to tell me that her husband
had retired a week back was her gushing self when she called me two days back to
say that he had found a job. The “lost and found” delight was evident in her
voice. “Poor chap. He was very distraught and agitated for the last one week.
He could not think of anything other than a job for himself. Thank God, he has
found one otherwise he would have gone berserk, not knowing what to do with
time hanging on him.” I wondered why she never complained about her stay at
home for the last forty years. She never once had felt the need for retirement
and her job was not limited to a 10-5 routine but extended from five in the
morning till eleven at night. She was always present to attend to work and even
now nearing 60, she does not feel that time has come to sit and relax. Is this
a patriarchal mindset that women have been subjected to from their girlhood
days-that is, men should work outdoors, women should work indoors and this is
how society can run with duties apportioned to the two genders. But patriarchy
is silent about women’s retirement. For
woman,it i all work and no retirement
and that makes them happy, healthy and wise. . And so no one, least of all
women speak about it. Retirement, thy state is not for women.
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