From Krishna to Christ
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Christina Singh
Hailey Slaton studies conservation biology and ecology. Her love for her corgi and the planet inspired her to write her first children’s book.
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From Krishna to Christ - Christina Singh
© 2011 by Christina Singh. All rights reserved.
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First published by AuthorHouse 05/10/2011
ISBN: 978-1-4567-6702-0 (sc)
ISBN: 978-1-4567-6703-7 (dj)
ISBN: 978-1-4567-6704-4 (ebk)
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To my beloved husband who so lovingly
Brought me to Christ and gently guided me
And shaped my life.
Contents
Chapter 1
The Daughter Rebels
Chapter 2
Meeting Jesus For The First Time
Chapter 3
My Mother And I
Chapter 4
In The Lion’s Den
Chapter 5
The Missionary
Chapter 6
What In The World!
Chapter 7
The Persecution Increases
Chapter 8
The Light Shines In The Darkness
Chapter 9
A Ray Of Sunshine
Chapter 1
The Daughter Rebels
Papa, look, I got these carrots from Bina’s house!
I shouted with glee, showing my father the big orange carrots I had plucked from my neighbor’s kitchen garden. I had held my four year old brother’s hand and walked across to our neighbor’s compound, where I had seen the dark orange-red, very healthy looking carrots peeping out of the ground. I was fascinated and immediately wanted to reach out and pull them. Though I was only five years old, I was able to pull them out because the soil was very soft. I pulled two and took them straight to show Papa, thinking he too would be fascinated as I was.
Instead he looked at me sternly, Who gave you these carrots?
he asked.
I pulled them out of the ground, Papa. Nobody gave them to me,
I said excitedly. I didn’t go to Bina’s house. I came here to show you, how nice they look.
Whap!
I didn’t know where that slap came from. My cheek stung.
Taking things from people without permission is stealing,
said Papa. Go and return them to the neighbors and say you are sorry.
Sobbing, I went back, this time without my brother, returned the carrots and apologized. I was sad and humiliated on two counts. First, I wouldn’t get to eat the luscious carrots and second, I had to go and return them to our neighbors, acknowledging that I had stolen them. I was five years old and it was an insult to my little dignity! Our neighbors kindly tried to tell me to take the carrots back, but I did not want them any more because I was so afraid of my strict father. I had learned the lesson of honesty the hard way.
I was born in a Hindu family of seven children, in Northern India, in the state of Uttar Pradesh. My family consisted of Dad and Mom, four sisters and two brothers. Papa was the one of whom I felt so scared that I never wanted to come before him, whatever the circumstances. He always seemed distant to us and was very austere and always reprimanding us. Probably the Hindu culture I was born into did not allow the father to come down to the child’s level and demonstrate love in any way. I will never know why he was that way towards us. I loved Papa but was more in awe of him.
Mummy was like Papa’s slave, running around waiting on him, being there at his beck and call. Sometimes I thought he was full of male chauvinism because of the way he behaved toward her. She never answered him back, never dared to retaliate. Sometimes I wondered how two people could spend their entire lives together with this kind of a strained relationship.
Is this what marriage is all about? my young brain thought.
Papa was a rich businessman, but he always kept Mummy in need of money. She was seldom able to do anything special for us girls, but when she did have money she spent it on the boys. The boys were Gaurav, the older son, and Vaibhav, my youngest and most pampered brother. They always got what they wanted. They did not even have to ask for things. They got everything on a silver platter before they even thought about it. They got beautiful new bicycles to ride. They always had pocket money to spend on whatever they liked. They were always well dressed. In contrast, we girls looked on with longing and hope. Perhaps the difference in treatment was because women didn’t count in most ancient societies such as ours.
Karri, the eldest daughter, was bossy and used to boss us, the younger kids, on the sly. Arri, the second daughter, was skinny and had a belligerent attitude; Rasna and Ragna, the next two daughters, were quite insignificant. Then there was me, Vandna, who was probably the least wanted even though my name means prayer.
We were seven kids in all, five sisters and two brothers. My father was a businessman and owned two stores in a posh shopping mall of the town and had a big beautiful house set in a garden full of flowers and fruit trees. I loved playing in the garden with Vaibhav, my younger brother. My brothers seemed to be my parents’ favorites, while we girls just existed
in the house. We went to the same primary school, and Gaurav and Vaibhav were given the best of everything necessary by way of school supplies and food, while we girls were sometimes denied even the textbooks.
I needed a textbook desperately. I told Mummy.
Mummy, I have been asking for this book for the last two weeks now. I need the book tonight; otherwise, tomorrow I will be in big trouble with my teacher.
Call Papa on the phone and ask him to bring the book.
When I called him, he yelled at me on the phone for calling him and disturbing him at work. He never bought the book. I cried myself to sleep, and the next morning I was punished at school for not having the book.
One evening some guests were to come to our house for dinner, which was being prepared in the kitchen. The house was full of all kinds of spicy smells of dishes, but the mouth-watering smell of kheer
(dessert made of milk, dry fruits, and rice, cooked on a slow fire) was making me hungry. The dining room was being prepared for the guests, who were to arrive at eight o’clock that summer evening.
Being only six years old at that time, I focused all my concentration on the food. I kept thinking, when will I get to eat all those goodies? It wasn’t as though I did not get to eat nice things with the family, but since today was a special occasion and on these occasions Mummy really cooked her best, I was looking forward to nice food, especially the kheer.
I don’t remember all that happened the whole day, but when evening arrived, I was put in a room with books and toys with my other brothers and sisters so that we would be out of the way not to be heard or seen. Only Mummy and Karri were allowed to serve the guests while my father ate with the guests. After the guests had eaten we children were served dinner. The boys were served first, and then the girls. I was too young to understand the discrimination and therefore none the wiser. But when the time for kheer came, which was my favorite, my younger brother was given a bowl full while I stared at him as he devoured it. My other sisters had already left the table. Probably by now they could see what was coming. I was puzzled and so asked mother, Why don’t you give me kheer to eat like you did my brother? I have been waiting for it the whole afternoon.
Without hesitation she replied with a hint of sarcasm, Because he is a boy and you are a girl!
I was devastated for a moment and thought, Oh, if only I could get a taste of that kheer!
So I hung around Vaibhav while he ate. When he finished eating and left the table, I scraped what was left in the bowl. I thought I had got the taste of my favorite dish and was somewhat gratified. But something happened in my heart and mind at that time. I fell in my own esteem and was furious with myself for longing for something that my own family, especially Mummy, never saw that I was worthy to eat, just because I was a girl. I had mixed feelings of slight satisfaction in tasting the dessert and then frustration. But I couldn’t put my feelings in words. I felt ashamed of myself for scraping the bowl for leftovers and felt as though I had diminished in my own sight. For days after that, I brooded on this subject of being a girl because of which I was being deprived of all the good things in life at home, things that my brothers got in abundance.
Why was I born a girl?
I struggled with this question for a long time and then confronted my mother. Why do my brothers get everything while we girls are deprived?
She was surprised at my question, because in that culture girls do not question such things. However she replied to me.
I have learned from my mother that boys are always more important than girls, and they are the ones who continue the family name. Girls go to some other family to continue somebody else’s family name, so the boys need to be fed better than girls. That is why I see that your brothers are fed before I serve you girls.
We are also humans, Mummy!
In other words, she was telling me that only boys had the right for a wholesome life and existence and not girls. What a lame excuse to subjugate women and discriminate against them. But Mummy is also a female! Why has she accepted this norm without question?
At that young age, I found it ridiculous. Still I never forgot this episode and became very aware of not asking for any delicacy that was being cooked in our house. Be that as it may, I could not stop longing for special dishes but a change had taken place within me, and I stopped asking for anything in the future.
I rebelled.
I rebelled against the outdated traditions in a silent way. Experience had taught me that I would be naïve to think that crying or throwing temper tantrums would work. I started spending most of my time outside the house while growing up in the stifling atmosphere of discrimination.
It seemed to others that I had given in to the pressure just like my mother and my sisters had given in years ago, but I certainly had not given in.