Alladi Uma
In all the fifty five years
I have worn the saree
I have never been conscious
of wearing it
Not even in a
conservative US midwestern
town
where all predominantly white
eyes
were on me
I must have been excited
wearing it for the first time at
fifteen
Just like anyone else
I bought and wore the latest
I felt excited stitching
a cross stitch border and pallu
for my sister-in-law and me
How I stole time
angered my mother
while I went every day
to my friend’s place
to secretly paint roses on a saree
for my mother
These and many more
associations
come to mind
when I think of a saree
But now
why do I become a spectacle
when I walk in my saree
The cleaning woman at the
airport toilet
at Chandigarh, Hyderabad or
even Chennai
thinks I am one who doesn’t know
how to use a toilet
Madras in my childhood
memories of sarees and
half sarees
Today I search for one
even among people in their fifties
Ironic
a westernised name for a city
full of South Indian traditional
wear
Championing our culture
the city changes its name
but where have the sarees
half sarees
disappeared
In the North of India
I am not surprised
I am the only one
or perhaps there may be one or
two others
in this ‘strange’ contraption
all eyes looking at me
wondering if I am a freak
I am reminded
of a story
wound around the saree
I read to my child
she loved it then
its beauty its usefulness its playfulness
but the same child now grown up
wonders how anyone
can be comfortable in it
I tell her
wearing it
my mother played tennis
ball badminton
I played shuttle table tennis
I wore boots with a saree
trudged through slush and snow
got down rugged ravines
climbed up ragged hills
went canoeing and rafting
People wonder
if I am concocting stories
Let their imagination
concoct stories
For me
the saree is the real thing
it’s me
my identity my life
Kasauli
16 June 2022
Image: Rajasekhar Chandram
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Very nice poem. I wore saree to work amidst a predominantly western attired women. A colleague used to comment I must be spending hours on wearing a saree everyday. She was surprised when I told her I would take about two to three minutes to wear it.
And then I taught for years Sujata Bhat’s “My Mother’s way of wearing a saree to a class of ninety strong grown-up boys with just less than five girl students. Both me and my students used to enjoy the poem immensely. Nice poem once again madam.
What a beautiful commentary on the saree – seemingly, on the surface a simple story that weaves in and out of what the attire means to each individual yet a deep complex insight into how prejudices cloud our perceptions and translates into traditions and very roots that are soon vanishing…