Om Jai "MAhara Ve" hare.....

In olden days women by no means used to take their husband’s name as they thought it will reduce their husband’s age and one amongst such thinkers is my grand mother. She never went to school and doesn’t know English; however she manages to converse in Hindi with high influence of our local lingo. The one thing about that I always wonder is her relationship with my grandfather, who is in comparison to her, is very highly educated and a fairly well-known lawyer in our locale. The way she handled her relationship with him till now, is to some extent startling to me as the educational and thoughts divergence is very wide, nevertheless they mutually never made it apparent to anybody and are still at all times spotted in cheerfulness. Her thought of not taking her husband’s name is deficient in scientific substantiations in my perception and none of us will be in agreement with it as well, but still I believe that it is just her belief- individual belief- and an individual belief doesn’t require anyone’s favor.
It is about few months back when I visited my hometown, and got a chance to stay with my grandmother for few days. All the members of my family circle are so sluggish that scarcely any one wakes up in the early hours in the morning excluding my grand mother and she gets up at 5 “o clock” in the dawn. Someday I too woke up at the time when she was performing her puja. I started listening to her attentively and after few minutes I couldn’t stop myself to burst into earsplitting laughter.
She sang the arti in this way:


Om jai mahaare ve hare,
Swami jai mahaare ve hare
Bhakt jano ke sankat, daas jano ke sankat
Kshan mein door kare, om jai mahaare ve hare.


Actually this happened because my grand father’s middle name is jagdish , so she avoided it in the arti too and sang the whole arti in the above manner. Mahaara ve means mere vo (she meant).

Her determined thought of not to take her husband’s name rose lot of complicatedness in her way, but she on no account changed her mind. Years back, ahead of the introduction of voting machine when the elections were held, one day she went to polling booth to cast her vote, the candidate whom my dadaji asked her to vote was named as “jagdish parsad”. On reaching to polling booth she asked the voting booth moderator like this: aap mere ko batauio ki me “mahaare ve” Prasad ko kese vote karu..?