Thursday, February 9, 2012

Tiger Mom Is Not Lord Voldermont

Amy Chua opens up to BW’s Anjana Saproo about how her book is meant to be a satirical look at her parenting skills.


Amy Chua, the author of Battle Hymn Of The Tiger Mother, is probably the most reviled mom in the US today, after The Wall Street Journal published an excerpt from her book last year under the headline ‘Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior'.  The book, however, has found its sweet share of fans in India as well. Chinese moms worship the ground she walks on; well, sort of. The latter reaction again disturbs Chua. She fears they will take the book as a how-to-parent guide — and that was not the aim of her book anywhere. She claims this was meant to be a satirical look at her parenting skills and the situations that unfolded thereafter but nobody really gets that. Chua opens up to BW's Anjana Saproo and tries to put the record straight.
 
Why did you write the book?
I wrote the book in a moment of crisis when my 13-year-old daughter Lulu rebelled against my strict parenting. The book is very much misunderstood by people who don't read it. I think 90 percent of the people writing about it have not read the entire book, but only the excerpt published by The Wall Street Journal
 
But you find a lot of sympathy among the Indian audiences?
Oh, it has been amazing.  I mean, I did not know much about Indian parenting so I was surprised. I received many supportive e-mails from Indian audiences. Also, the crowds at the festival were very supportive and most importantly, they got the humour of the book. That it so great instead of having people reading the book literally and reacting. It is supposed to be satirical. At least the Indians get it.

Before the book was published, my daughters told me — Mom! no one is going to read it, it is too weird. So, I left my e-mail address on it to make it very public. I thought that people would understand the book to be more literary.  I meant it to be a little more complex.
 Amy Chua, the author of Battle Hymn Of The Tiger Mother, is probably the most reviled mom in the US today after The Wall Street Journal published an excerpt from her book last year under the headline ‘Why Chinese Mothers Are Superior'.  The book, however, has found its sweet share of fans in India as well. Chinese moms worship the ground she walks on; well, sort of. The latter reaction again disturbs Chua. She fears they will take the book as a how-to-parent guide — and that was not the aim of her book anywhere. She claims this was meant to be a satirical look at her parenting skills and the situations that unfolded thereafter but nobody really gets that. Chua opens up to BW's Anjana Saproo and tries to put the record straight.

Do you think Indians identify with it because our parenting is similar to that of the Chinese?
Yes. I learned this. Indian students in America are at the top. They do better than even the Chinese students and I am always telling my daughters the same.  So, of course, there has to be a pattern of parenting similar to mine because I know what it takes to make it to the top.  Also, Indian students are well-adjusted. You have to understand that I raised my children in America. And the American system already promotes creativity, independence, irreverence, play dates, sleepovers talking, etc. In that context, for me to follow a traditional pattern of parenting is my way of striking the balance.

But in China, the education system is way too authoritarian, too strict, too much rote learning, and does not encourage thinking out of the box. I do not propagate Tiger parenting there. If I were in China I would, rather, say that children need more freedom, more choice. My book gives a different message depending on whether you are a parent in the East or a parent in the West.
 
Do you think the Americans were outraged because you turned the mirror on their parenting skills and forced them to think about it?
Yes. I have often been wondering about the very strong reaction I got. People would ask —do you care more about the child's success than her happiness? And I am like — it is a no-brainer. I mean if I had to choose between success and happiness, then, of course, I would choose happiness. But the question here is how do you raise children who can later grow to become happy adults. I do not know the right answer to it, which is very complex. And America has a very high rate of teen depression, teen anxiety, teenage substance abuse, and one of the highest rates of teen pregnancies, among developed countries. So, that is not a recipe for happiness either.

The book is openly self-incriminating. For me, the proof is in the pudding. If you look at my girls they are well-adjusted, successful, and yes— happy too. They are vibrant, independent, funny, generous girls. The point I am trying to make is that there are many ways to bring up happy and strong kids. Nobody knows the internal workings of the family. And I am fascist and very hard on myself. And I am not a fascist simply because a fascist is a person who does not take any criticism. The book, itself, is 90 percent self-criticism.

Do you read Indian writers?
I love Indian writers. A Suitable Boy is one of my favourites. The God of Small Things by Arundhati Roy is another. I also like Jhumpa Lahiri. I recently read The Interpreter of Maladies.

What is next?
Definitely not another parenting book after this. I am planning to go back to academics.


“The Obamas Are A Great American Story”

David Remnick, the editor of The New Yorker and author of The Bridge: The Life and Rise of Barack Obama is a restless soul. He claims he never vacations easy and prefers interactions at places such as the Jaipur Literary Festival, which "are a kick in the butt". BW's Anjana Saproo chats up with him on his life as an editor, his favourite Indian writer and a lot more.
 

David Remnick, the editor of The New Yorker and author of The Bridge: The Life and Rise of Barack Obama is a restless soul. He claims he never vacations easy and prefers interactions at places such as the Jaipur Literary Festival, which "are a kick in the butt". BW's Anjana Saproo chats up with him on his life as an editor, his favourite Indian writer and a lot more.
 

How has the Indian experience been for you?
I was invited and I have not been to India since I was 22 years old, and that was not exactly yesterday. I am particularly interested in meeting Indian writers — the ones that I have heard about and also the ones that I have only vaguely heard about. Actually, I can meet the other authors anywhere else — I do not have to come to India to meet them.
 
How do you juggle the role of an editor, journalist and author?
Well, my main job is being the editor of the magazine. Most of the time is taken up by that and my family. I rarely do reporting nowadays. About 6 weeks ago, I went to Moscow, stayed there for about nine days, and wrote a story rather quickly (It is on the web) and it came out at the time the demonstrations were starting. So for me, that is rare, and doing something like coming to a literature fest is even rarer. But for me, this is much more interesting than going on a vacation. I do not vacation easily, I prefer such kind of interactions. I mean I am sitting here and looking at a beautiful parrot behind you. And where else would my conversation be interrupted by a beautiful cow?
 
Why the Obamas?
Because they are a great American story; and I am interested in race. I did a book on the subject before. It is the central drama of American life in many ways. There is nothing contrived about it. You know this is a guy whose name rhymes with the most despised figure in modern American imagination. He is black and came out of nowhere, and went on to become the President of America. That, to my mind, is a good story.
 
Why are the Americans now disillusioned with Obama?
His personal story becomes a lot less interesting once he becomes the President because the stakes get higher. Governance is not about romance and narratives; it is about hard decisions on war and peace, and dollars and cents, and many other things. Hence the disappointment.
 
Who is your favourite Indian writer?
I am rereading Midnight's Children, and it is an astonishing book. It vibrates with life in so many different directions. And just now I was in the bookstore and saw that there were so many books that I had heard of but had not read. If anything, this festival has been a kick in the butt for me as far as my reading is concerned. I mean we all have shelves full of books that we have not read!

You know we publish a fair number of books by Indian writers and immigrant Indian writers, the most famous being, of course, Jhumpa Lahiri. I feel that she was lucky in one other way — 9 times out of ten when a movie gets done based on a novel, the only good thing about it is the money. But I thought that The Namesake was rather well-made.
 
What are your thoughts on e-books?
I care more about the future of reading. If people are reading, they are availing themselves of countless worlds. But if you do not read you do not. If you are reading e-book as opposed to the printed version I do not mind. I know the choice to read an e-book depends a lot on age and interest — and I get the advantages and disadvantages of both. But if you want to read The New Yorker on your iPad or in print, it is to my advantage, I appreciate the platform.



Sunday, October 2, 2011

Yes I am!!

It is confirmed now - all the hours my mother spent in the puja room fretting over our lack of religious fervour has borne fruit. God got fed up and granted her hippy children the power of religious bond, though subtly and quite late in the day. I realised yesterday evening standing among a melee of  Bengalis in CR park, with the strains of Rabindra Sangeet wafting in the air along with the smell of delicious egg rolls, that this is who I am. A hardcore non-veg Bangali!! The pursuit of happiness in a soul-sucking city like Delhi has not been able to kill my Bengalipana. The atmosphere in CR Park actually transports me back to my good old Cal days. We used to go pandal hopping after 10pm and every Durga Mata murti and intricate lighting arrangements just fascinated us.

The CR park pujas do not have that kind of glamour - but what they lack in that department they make up with a crowd that is actually holding up the Bengali tradition lock, stock and barrel. They have no fear of long queues both outside the pandals and in front of the food stalls. They dance to the dhaker bajna and just revel in the fact that they are Bengalis. For a brief moment, I feel sad that Shayan will probably have no clue what I am talking about - but then I turn around and see him standing in front of Matadi with his hands closed in prayer and eyes shut tightly. There is hope yet!!

Will be going to the GK and Noida pujas in the coming days. Hopefully will have more to share. Do check out the Shib Mandirer puja in CR - the white idol just takes one's breath away.

Tuesday, September 27, 2011

Am I Still a Bengali?

For all those following my gym trials - well I am still struggling with inertia and leachy men but the good news is that the weight is definitely going down.

On a completely different note, I just realised with a jolt the other day that my children are getting cut off from the culture that I grew up in. And although we were pretty secular(My dad went to the Brahmo Samaj and Mom was the quintessential hindu rajmata) my brother and I were pretty iffy about our religious inclinations. We both prayed fervently for 10 secs on the day of the examinations and we quite rightly felt that we had done our Godly duty.

Cut to the present. My son is 6 and my daughter is 4. The former follows the dad to the tee- so he can spout the Gayatri mantra and seems to like having a chat with God before he brushes his teeth in the morning. He knows that Diwali means crackers galore and any other festival means that he gets new clothes and we eat like there is no tomorrow. But that's not all of it, is it?

So this Durga Puja I have decided to (a.) Tell him the story of Durga Mata in the simplest Hinglish possible. (b.) Drag him to the pandals at aarti time and try and put the fear of the lady goddess in him. Shreya is still too small to appreciate all these efforts of mine,  but I am sure the sweet prasad will please her to no end.

So to all the Bengali gals who have married into other cultures hoist high the flag of the Bengal Spirit minus all the negativity, with great pride!!!

Pujor Hawa laga!

Thursday, April 14, 2011

Day 3 and 4 - Losing 40 kilos and Definitely Losing my Mind

Day 3

Went to the gym pumped to the core. Had a day's rest.  I made a resolution when I got onto the walking escalator - Tune out the world, tune into the music and just walk. Its easier said than done - but I needed to remain positive.
Pinky the trainer/tyrant was in full form. 3-minute walk, 3-minute running - she barked. Before I knew it I had spent 20 minutes on the treadmill. When I later lay down on the mat, I actually felt hot air coming out of my ears. I am never eating junk food again, I promised myself fiercely. But there were more sinful tortures awaiting me outside the gym. 

It was a holiday for the kids, so we ended up going out and landed in Nirula's. There began my gastronomic torture- the Shammi kebab on the visual menu was calling out to me saying, 'Eat me, I am delicious.' The chocolate sundae was saying, 'I am delicious-how can you resist me?' God! The food was talking to me. I was on the edge of hysteria. Then suddenly the phone rings. Its the exercise mafia moll. She of course does not believe in social niceties. "Madam," she yells, "Khane pe control!!" Is she phone stalking me? Her call brings me back from food heaven's door. I grab the kids, jump into the car, and drive to Top Breads. There I eat salad and corn croissant-whatever that is. I mean I don't even eat corn, let alone corn stuffed croissants !!

Two learnings- you don't need to starve if you go to the gym- eat home food, avoid junk and cold drinks, and you are safe.
If you are temtped, just close your eyes and think of all the sweat you shed, in the gym. It will kill all food urges.

Day 4

Today was a bad day. Woke up with a severe back ache.  Pinky was unsympathetic. "Exercise kar lo, baad mein thik kar doengee." But I was really tired and actuually dragged myself through the floor exercises. But she kept her word. After, the push ups on the mat, she actually massaged my back properly. I felt much better.

In between all this sourness and pain, some local stud switched the music to some romantic Sunil Dutt and Sadhana songs. My BP rose by several notches. I mean, we are exercising man- we need pumping music, not whiskeywaley gane. He was probably trying to impress someone in the gym or was a majnu!! The head trainer, who is quite petrified of me, put on FM hurriedly. Then he walked up to me and said, "Madam, close mouth and exercise." Ok boss, I get it, breathe in and out through my nose. Open mouths are not wanted here!!

One learning: Don't be scared about falling off the wagon. You will.  But once you do, you have to pick yourself up and soldier on. Dar ke agaey jeet hai!!!

Tuesday, April 12, 2011

Day 2 Deja Vue- Losing 40 kilos

Work up with every muscle in my body aching and crying for relief.  Flexon did not work. Nor did the ice that I rubbed all over me. And don't let the Hollywood ice rubbing scenes fool you. This hurts big time. 'I am not going today,' said the sloth in me. 'You can't give up already; I mean you have three more new t-shirts to try out.' I am getting good at beating myself up. You do need this to drag yourself to the hell hole.

Once there something even more crazy happens.

After the treadmill and cycling sessions, the trainer and I do spot jogging. So my D-cups are flailing gloriously in the air and all male eyes are exercising with me. The gym goes quiet - people just gawk. I suddenly realise this because I am working out in front of a huge mirror and my boobies are the cynosure of all eyes. Wow!  Mallika Sherawat could learn a thing or two from me about stopping traffic fully clothed!! 'Femme fatale at 40,' I think to myself. The head trainer disagrees. He comes rushing towards me and says, "Madam, dhire karo!" I am shocked out of my self-adulation. He wants me to jog in slow motion???

I stare at him disdainfully and say, "Dhire karongey toh fat kam hoga?" I mean what the hell!!! Here I am sacrificing my morning cuppa and newspaper reading hour to sweat my guts and brains out and he is more worried about me attracting attention. Hey, if the men come to exercise but would rather do other things that's their problem. I am going to do all it takes to lose my fat.

He realises he is up against the Great Wall of China, literally and figuratively. He recedes back and Pinky and I continue working out like we are the only 2 people in the gym. Three cheers for women's power.

Tomorrow is Monday and the GYM IS CLOSED. I love MONDAY- DON'T CARE ABOUT SUNDAY ANYMORE.

Stay tuned for Day 3...

ANJIE'S BLOG: Losing 40 kilos - Day 1 and 2

ANJIE'S BLOG: Losing 40 kilos - Day 1 and 2: "So whats the first thing one does after enrolling into a gym- shop of course for trendy sportwear- that will fit you. So, i hit the Westside with vengeance. The Gia aisle beckons me as always. Hey maybe in a few months i will  be able to shop for normal sizes. I am actually so far away from that aisle right now.

Day 1

I hit the gym dressed to kill. Pinky the trainer pounces on me like i would pounce on a Mac chicken burger. We start off with what can be best described as PT exercises that we did in school. How one has regressed. Worst was to follow. I clamber onto te walking escalator called the treadmill nervously. 15 mins walk karna hai, says trainer/tyrant. 15 mins, i squeak - can't do even 15 secs. Pinky- Walk karo aur munni pai dhyan do. Yes , we talk of the great munni badnaam hui song. So the song is actually an inspiration for burning calories. Talk of girl on girl action. So i tear my eyes away from the treadmill clock, blank my mind and follow the beats of munni getting badnaaam bollywood style . AND IT WORKS.  Sheila ki Jawani follows and i am walking vigorously .

Not bad- survived an hour in the boot camp, crawled to te car and took the lift to my first floor apartment. JAI HO
!!