Lessons From Sania Mirza Fiasco: Tips To Raise A Daughter

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Sania Miza

Hello there, people of Pakistan, do not grieve. Think this way—you are not losing a son, rather gaining a daughter. We understand the mental agony and helplessness people undergo when a son gets married. Especially, when he is unreasonably enamored of his new wife and her family, leaving the parents, siblings, and cousins in the lurch. But do not be disheartened, his crush will eventually fade, and then he will once again be the same old Shoaiby Baby of yesteryears. After all blood is thicker than water of the River Musi.

Actually, I was trying to hide my disappointment by saying all that, but, damn, it’s spilling from all directions, making it impossible for me to maintain the façade. How could you Sania? How could you betray the country that showered love, adulation, Arjuna Award, and above all Padma Shri on you? How could you fall in love with a Paki?
The President of Shri Ram Sena, Rajeev Mahajan, has urged the Central government to prevent Sania from representing India in any future event. “Sania Mirza didn’t find a suitable match for herself among one billion Indians; she doesn’t even find a single man among 150 million Muslims.” I wish Mahajan had presented a logical figure, excluding married men, women, children, and also old and sick people.

Ever since I learned about her indiscretion, I’ve been condemning her at every forum. “Sania, you have disgraced us all. Naak katwa di. Kahin moonh dikhane layak nahin rakha!”

Uncle Thackeray is also mad, and rightfully so, although I think he should have acted earlier and found a suitable boy for Sania instead of castigating her for tight clothes, fashion, and love affairs.

Actually, the patriarch of her family is entirely to be blamed, and should be punished so that no right-thinking father would ever let his daughter go berserk. First, a girl should not be allowed to be born at all. And if, despite all efforts to prevent her from getting born, she had been born and had survived the infancy, she should be raised like a docile cow—subdued and obedient. And then when she reaches puberty and before her thoughts become impure she should be married off to a boy from similar caste with sufficient dowry.

Indian girls are not supposed to enjoy their lives, rather born to do puja-pathh, namaz, and serve the in-laws, husband, and children—in that order. They should be instilled with this unwritten social rule at an early age. It was blasphemous to allow Sania to play sports in the first place, and then to let her travel to distant countries, including Wimbledon. According to Mark Twain, “Travel is fatal to prejudice, bigotry, and narrow-mindedness…”

All that exposure did have a corrupting influence, turning her into such a strong-willed and independent person that she started making her own life decisions. If she remains the role model for the little girls in India, then nothing can save the rich and glorious culture and tradition of patriarchy in our society, in which women are…umm…worshipped.

Now, we are left with no option, but to wish Sania Mirza good luck. I want to warn her about the country she is going to set her foot on with these words from Saeed Naqwi’s brother, “Pakistan is a nice place except that it is too full of Muslims. For an Indian Muslim it is a little tiring to be surrounded by Mohammad, Ahmad, Tahir, Salim, Salman.” Beware!

And in future, if Sania Mirza has daughters, I wish she would raise them according to the Indian traditions and values so that when they grow up, they would not end up marrying some African or Indonesian, like the US President Obama’s white mother had done.

Update: Related Link: It's My Life with Sania Mirza  
(Picture courtesy outlookindia.com)