Changing face of China
Poonam
Surie turns her first-hand experience of China into a
quest for capturing the essence of this Asian superpower in her
just-released book China: A Search For Its Soul.
Excerpts:
The Chinese are very fond of babies
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Trade and
territorial commonalities have historically linked India and
China. Neighbours, separated by the Himalayas, they share not
only historical links but also ancient civilizations; they have
large populations, large and important rural sectors, and
similarities in culture. They also have troubled pasts. India
attained Independence from over two hundred years of the British
rule sixty years ago. China shrugged off the shackles of a
feudal system and underwent a completely different kind of
transformation. The 21st century poses new challenges for these
old warriors and they are now busy carving out their own niches
on the world stage.
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Chinese
shaadi.com
I had never heard
of a Chinese version of a go-between who acts as the matchmaker
or a family pundit. If Shaadi.com or Bharatmatrimony.com are the
search engines for marriages in India, then to my astonishment,
I found a similar scenario in China. By and large, arranged
marriages, or marriages of convenience seem to be the norm in
China.
Parents of Gen
Next in China are desperately hunting for marriage partners for
their offspring. As economic development has meant many more
opportunities, young people are concentrating on furthering
their careers and finding it more and more difficult to take
time out to socialize and date members of the opposite sex in
the hope of finding suitable life partners.
There are agencies
in many Chinese cities, trying to forge alliances between the
suitable and in the process making a neat profit. Depending on
the social status of their clients these agencies are charging
exorbitant amounts — anything between 9,900 and 699,000 RMB
for each successful match. In Beijing alone, there are
reportedly more than a thousand matrimonial agencies..
Anxious Chinese
parents are seeking new ways of exchanging information on
eligible spouses for their offspring. Take, for example, the
following parks in Beijing: the Zhongshan Park, the Yuyuantan
Park and the Zizhuyuan Park. Here parents congregate to exchange
photographs and educational qualifications of prospective brides
and bridegrooms, often clandestinely. Middle-aged men and women
sit around; displaying advertisements about their children.
Hundreds of anxious parents gather to fix blind dates for their
working sons and daughters.
Chinese
sociologists say that whereas earlier society demanded that
people get married before having a physical relationship,
cohabiting is now tolerated by society at large.
Social transition
has meant that whereas under the planned economy single people
were not entitled to government allocated housing but only to
dormitories, that no longer holds true.
For those that are
tying the knot, marriage ceremonies are becoming occasions to
show a newfound opulence as there are fewer restrictions. Many
marriage ceremonies are performed in churches, not because the
couples are believers but because it is different and cool to do
so. There are underwater ceremonies, bungee jumping betrothals
and weddings at the Blue Zoo at Beijing s aquarium, not to
mention skydiving ceremonies.
However, wedding
ceremonies like other things are still fraught with
superstition. Backgrounds of suitors are still painstakingly
scrutinized and their wealth and prospects weighed. Astrologers
still go over birth signs to check if they are compatible and
sometimes resort to numerology to come up with auspicious days.
Not unexpectedly, 2008, the year of the Olympics has seen a
spurt in weddings. The numbers eight, eight, eight symbolize
prosperity.
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Bollywood
beats
On my sojourns
around the streets of Beijing, I came across many shops and
boutiques selling Indian goods. I was invited to the
inauguration of one such shop in downtown Beijing. Purple tissue
dupattas from Lajpat Nagar (a busy retail market in south Delhi)
were doing a good job as curtains. Posters of Shahrukh Khan,
Madhuri Dixit , the Taj Mahal and Lake Palace, Udaipur adorned
walls. Suddenly a shrill song from a popular Bollywood film
blared forth. There was the sound of ghungroos and out came a
pretty young Chinese girl in a gold and purple lehenga.
Girls like Wang
(who is a student at the Beijing Dance Academy) are in great
demand. They perform Bollywood pieces at inaugurations, special
functions, celebrations. Bollywood songs accompanied with dance
steps are becoming quite popular in Beijing.
At Chingari
Restaurant, Hou Wei Qui, an ethnic Hui, performs every evening
for the expatriates and local Chinese who are now adventurous
enough to try acquiring a taste for Indian food. Clad in a sari
she endears herself to us Indians with her amazing, flawless
Hindi accent and perfect rendition of songs from popular
Bollywood films. And all that without knowing a word of Hindi.
The spectacular
success of Lagaan, released in 2001 all over China, was
quite unique. Hum Dil De Chuke Sanam and Dil Chahta
Hai were very well received, as was Choker Bali. A.R
Rehman’s music in Warriors of Heaven and Earth was a
most attractive fusion of Indian and Chinese music.
The screening of Kashish,
a popular Hindi serial on BTV2 (Beijing TV) did wonders to
showcase an Indian way of life to the Chinese. Walking down
Ritan Park, I heard bhangra music being played at an outdoor
restaurant and an outdoor tabla recital. Bindis and saris are
very much in demand and we are amazed to see so many young girls
and boys greeting us with a namaste.
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A masseur in
Beijing
When Zhang went
home every night, he would fall asleep as soon as he hit the
bed. At times he managed to get home early when it was the lean
period; but sometimes he would crawl into his bed well into the
next morning. As he left the corner of the street, he discovered
it was already 6 in the morning. Zhang had had a particularly
difficult night as a bevy of young women had arrived from Russia
and the small room where he worked had become a stale smelling
hellhole. It was tough being a masseur in Beijing these days as
tourists poured in to get special oil massages. His speciality
was massaging women’s torsos and feet and they were so pleased
with his handiwork, he was told, that they came back again and
again for more. Little wonder that he, at thirty-eight, had
never met a woman he liked. He tried not to think what his old
parents would have thought of him, but they were tucked away in
the far off province of Shandong and thought their son worked in
a paper mill. As he let himself into his room, a tiny cubicle
the size of a handkerchief, for the umpteenth time, he wished
his parents would come and look for a wife for him. If for
nothing else, he needed a wife to cook and clean, wash and fold
his clothes.
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Vibrant women
Excerpted with permission from China: A Search For Its Soul - Leaves From A Beijing Diary by Poonam Surie. Konark Publishers. Pages 362. Rs 800
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At Ritan Park,
Orchid, a young, beautiful Chinese girl teaches yoga to pretty
young students and professionals who aspire to be trim and
svelte. The most vibrant and active people one sees in the city
are the women. In shops, as saleswomen, in offices as
receptionists, in hospitals as doctors and nurses, as cab and
bus drivers, as cleaning women and maids...they appear to be
more aggressive and successful than men. There are many
interesting questions about the status of women in modern China.
Whatever happened to the concubines and petite-footed women of
the Ming and Qing dynasties? Interestingly, women seem to feel
that they are better off as far as their status vis-`E0-vis men
is concerned. Says Prof. Wei, who teaches English at Beijing
University, husband cooks and cleans in our home. It has been so
ever since we got married. I have no time or inclination to do
housework, so he does it. Further, Prof. Wei says that her son
is also a good cook and is on the lookout for a girl to get
married to. However, the girls are not keen to be pinned down
and would rather have relationships without the hassle of
looking after a family, which would mean that they have to give
up their careers. There are marriages that are falling apart as
the opportunities for meeting members of the opposite sex
increase. So far, tightly controlled and segregated, with
extra-marital relationships severely frowned upon, men and women
kept their distance, following the straight and narrow paths
laid down for them. Marriages were very often alliances of
convenience. Traditionally, women may have had sex only for
bearing children. But now, prosperity has meant wider
opportunities and a freedom which has changed the norms and
rules of morality for young people.
The divorce rate
in China has increased over recent years. Linked to the
increasing incidence of divorce is the master of our own fate
attitude, where girls are deciding what to do with their own
lives. As in India, this is seen as becoming more advanced. And
the needs and expectations of women are also increasing. They
want money, romance, affection, sex and security. Some years
ago, they were happy with the security of a house, a square meal
and the basic necessities of life. On the flip side, one of the
reasons for divorce can also be the fact that there is such a
premium on having a male heir. Because of the one-child policy,
if the only child born is a girl, the man sometimes divorces his
first wife in order to marry again to attempt to have a male
child.
Tandoori
nights
A road side eatery in Beijing
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The waiter placed before
the customers succulent kebabs and naans with onion rings
and a red condiment that could easily pass as red chilly
chutney. The mouth-watering array was soon being tucked
into as morsel after delicious morsel was downed with red
wine. The hall which could easily seat about fifty people
was by now resounding with the din of an army of people,
some voices loud and shrill in pudonghua (the
Chinese term for Mandarin), as is the Chinese way, some a
mixture of smatterings of Arab, European and some in
Hindi. That should not have been surprising, since Indians
occupied a whole row of wooden chairs. Instrumental Uighyur
music played in the background. All those absorbed in the
serious business of eating were somewhat precariously
perched on wooden slats; the rustic wooden tables in front
running the length of the row of young people. This was
A-fun-ti , an Uighyur restaurant in the heart of Beijing.
But it could very well have been Karims at Jama Masjid or
Nizammuddin in Delhi. The same smells, the same food but
only the waiters looked different with their slanting
cheekbones and Mao collars. The good-humoured chatting and
bantering could have been those of a Lal Chand or a Hayat
Singh or a Har Prasad Yadav in a restaurant in any corner
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