Showing posts with label child. Show all posts
Showing posts with label child. Show all posts

Sunday, August 28, 2016

Surrogacy brings joy for few women!!


With so much criticism and legal issues popping up over surrogacy recently, I came through this post where the mother felt great and proud of having used surrogacy. And I just feel it brings to most women more often than not.

In my 20-year-long career as a TV journalist, I've enjoyed a few days in the sun, days when a story or show that I did made a difference in someone's life, moments that gave me a general sense of achievement.


In my earlier avatar as a basketball player, I derived the same gratification while playing and leading my state team at the national level.

My Everest moment was when I successfully finished my first-ever full marathon as a 30-year-old.

But take all my life's accomplishments, multiply them several fold, and that's how I felt when I held my first born for the first time. Till date, the biggest achievement of my life remains being a mother to a five-month-old.

I'll hazard a guess: most mums would agree.

Jayshree Wad (the lawyer who first filed a petition against commercial surrogacy) and Sushma Swaraj (Head of the Group of Ministers who finalised the surrogacy bill) are mothers too. Proud mothers like me is a safe assumption. Though unlike me, they had the gift of bearing their own child. I, on the other hand, had to take the help of a surrogate. For that, I shall always remain envious of them.

As a young professional, I put marriage and kids on the back-burner (perils of working in the competitive and very demanding environment of TV journalism). I married at 35, and when - at 37 years of age - my husband and I decided to start a family, most doctors told us, I had missed the proverbial bus.

After going through an emotional and physically demanding roller-coaster ride for three years that involved multiple IUI and IVF failures, I had my first-born at 40, through surrogacy. I didn't choose surrogacy so I could avoid putting on weight, or avoid labour pains, or simply because it was fashionable since Bollywood stars were doing it. On the contrary, for the rest of my life, I shall always carry the pain and regret of not being able to carry my own child. So surrogacy wasn't my first, second or third option. It was my last resort.

Our baby girl has brought so much joy into our lives, I cannot even put down the feeling in words. For this, I shall forever be grateful and indebted to my doctor and the lady who carried our baby for nine months- our surrogate.

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Hence, it pains me when I read or hear words like prostitution, exploitation, money-making racket being used to describe surrogacy. But before I tackle the pitfalls of the "Surrogacy Bill", let me try and explain surrogacy to the uninitiated. Simply because such little knowledge exists about this subject even amongst the educated elite in India.

They are two types of surrogacy treatments: traditional and gestational.

Traditional surrogacy is best suited for infertile women. The male partner's semen is fertilised using the surrogate's eggs. All of this is done artificially without any physical contact between the two. The surrogate then carries the baby for nine months, and hands over the child to the biological father and his partner.

Since I was producing eggs of my own, I opted for gestational surrogacy where my husband's semen and my eggs were fertilised in a test-tube. Once the eggs turned into embryos, they were transferred into the surrogate's womb. She carried and nourished our biological child for the duration of the gestational cycle. And then, one fine morning, after nine anxiety-filled months, we had the greatest gift in our arms. Years of suffering and disappointments vanished in a matter of seconds.

For someone who greatly benefitted from this scientific advancement, I find the Surrogacy Bill- that bans all kinds of commercial surrogacy- regressive and an attack on our democratic freedom.

Myths that the Surrogacy Bill propagates:

Surrogates equals exploitation.

False.

Our surrogate was one of the happiest, most positive personalities I've ever had the privilege of meeting. A mother of two, she had a "complete" family- in her own words. In fact, as a rule, our doctor only commissions women who are done having kids of their own as surrogates. So while surrogacy gave us our little bundle of joy, in return, our surrogate used the money earned to fund her children's education. In the end, we both benefitted, and no one lost. I only wish Mrs. Swaraj and Mrs. Wad had met our surrogate before leading the march in banning the practice altogether.

Add to that: during the gestational period the surrogate's diet and general well-being is the prime responsibility of the doctor, paid for by the commissioning parents. There are periodic ultra sounds tests, which the commissioning parents are allowed to be a part of along with the surrogate. The aim is to avoid health hazards, as much for the woman carrying the baby, as for the baby itself.  

But needy couples can always opt for altruistic surrogacy.

True, the Surrogacy Bill cleared by the cabinet allows "altruistic surrogacy" for childless couples who have been married for at least five years. Simply put, there should be no monetary or any other material benefit that the surrogate may derive from the biological parents. That's not all, the surrogate mother should be a "close relative" of the couple, should be married and have borne a child of her own.

What happens to those childless couples that don't have a "close" relative who is married and has kids of her own and is willing to bear a child for somebody else?

And even if one has a close relative that fits all criteria, whether she chooses to be a surrogate or not rests solely with her. The childless couple have no say in the matter, nor do they have Plan B.

Add to this the role that relatives play in a typical Indian family set-up. How many grandmothers or mothers-in-law would give their nod to surrogacy within the family? Some, maybe. But let's be honest, the majority won't. Which is why most women who opt for surrogacy (the surrogate and the biological mother) choose to do so discreetly. Away from the prying eyes of their extended families. And quite frankly, there is nothing wrong with it, as long as both parties gain.

So why not adopt a child?

My husband and I weren't and aren't averse to adoption. In fact, that was to be our last option had surrogacy not worked out for us. But to have a biological child of our own was what our hearts desired, and we weren't going to let go, not until we had explored all available options. It is a personal decision and each couple should be allowed to take this decision. If scientific options such as surrogacy exist, why not make it useful to those that can benefit from it?

Agreed, surrogacy should only be an option when all other forms of treatment have failed.  Yes, a crackdown on clinics flouting rules is needed. And yes, we need checks and balances in the way surrogacies are commissioned and executed. But to suggest a complete ban on commercial surrogacy is not the solution.

But whilst I argue in favour of childless married couples, as someone who experienced it first-hand, I can't help but feel for gay/lesbian and unmarried/live-in couples for whom this remains the only way of having their own biological child.

FAQs about surrogacy:

Is the child biologically yours?

100% in gestational surrogacy. 50% in traditional surrogacy.

Is it expensive?

It is indeed. The entire procedure (from fertilisation of eggs to the baby in your hand) costs anywhere between 15-25 lakhs, depending on which city and which doctor you consult. This includes the surrogate's fee, doctor's charges and all medical/ultrasound test costs.

Do you stay in touch with the surrogate mother?

Entirely upon the commissioning parents. Some parents don't meet the surrogate mother at all, and their doctors remain the liason between the two parties for the entire duration of pregnancy. Others tend to meet the surrogate on a daily basis and remain in touch even days after the baby is delivered.

Are surrogates and commissioning parents bound by a contract?

Yes, the doctor facilitates a very elaborate contract between the two parties that pre-empts situations like - Who takes home the child in case the commissioning couple split in the nine months that the baby is in the surrogate mother's womb? Who becomes the child's guardian in case the biological parents meet with a fatal accident before the child is born? etc

I have my baby and she is worth every hurdle that I went through. I am forever indebted to the woman who partnered with us. I cannot imagine excluding lakhs of people from the freedom to explore - within ethically and mandated defined parameters - the ecstasy of parenthood. This bill is not the answer. We need to reconsider it, put more thought into it, and consider modern circumstances and lifestyles when we decide on obligations, duties and penalties.

I used a surrogate and am so thankful to her.

Courtesy: Rupali Tewari/ NDTV

Sunday, February 21, 2016

The Story Of Neerja Bhanot - The Girl Who Punched Terrorism In The Face And Became A Hero India Would Never Forget

It must have been a proud moment for her parents when she was posthumously honoured with the Ashok Chakra in 1987, but her absence in their lives would have hurt more than ever. The void she left in their lives must have made their hearts bleed. They lost a daughter, a loss that could never be replaced. Fifth September, 1986, was the day Neerja Bhanot, a model and a flight attendant, was killed in the Pan-Am-Flight-73-hijack and it’s a story India shall never forget. 
“Neerja would talk about the training that Pan Am used to give, including what to do in case of a hijack", recalled Aneesh Bhanot, Neerja’s brother in an interview. Neerja Bhanot lived up to her promise. She fought to save lives till her last breath. Two days later, she would have turned 23. Here’s the story of how Neerja Bhanot, an ordinary 23-year-old girl, managed to save 360 lives on a hijacked flight and became the youngest recipient of Ashok Chakra, India’s highest peacetime military decoration award for valor, courageous action or self-sacrifice away from the battlefield. 
Story Of Neerja Bhanot, The Flight Attendant Who Died In 1986 Pan Am 73 Hijack
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The day was 5th September 1986. The Pan Am Flight 73 was to depart from Karachi and fly to New York via Frakfurt. Neerja Bhanot was on board as the senior flight purser on Pan Am Flight 73 on that unfateful day. Four armed terrorists dressed as Karachi airport security guards boarded the aircraft at Jinnah International Airport in Karachi. The plane was hijacked. When Neerja Bhanot tried to alert the cockpit crew, the terrorist held her by her ponytail. She still managed to shout out a warning through a secret code. The cockpit crew escaped at once, as per their mandate, so the aircraft couldn’t be flown forcibly.
The terrorists threatened to shoot Rajesh Kumar, a passenger on the flight, if the cockpit crew wasn’t brought back to the aircraft in the next 15 minutes. Rajesh was shot dead, and his body thrown out of the plane. The cockpit crew was gone and the only person who could have saved the day was Neerja. She took charge and fought on, not for herself but for the 360 people trapped inside the aircraft. The terrorists held the cabin crew at gunpoint and ordered them to collect passports of the passengers. Knowing they’d shoot the Americans among them, Neerja swiftly hid their passports, even disposed some off the rubbish chute. There were 41 Americans on board, only two died.
Seventeen hours later, the terrorists opened fire. They were armed with assault rifles, pistols, grenades, and plastic explosive belts. Neerja Bhanot put aside all fears and took charge. She used her presence of mind to get to the emergency exit. No, she didn’t flee. She couldn’t. She was a patriot, she couldn’t see innocent men, women and children bleed at the hands of these terrorists. She opened the emergency exit and helped the passengers evacuate the aircraft. She was shot to death while protecting three children. She took a bullet to protect other people. She died fighting terrorism. She gave up her life shielding humanity. She lived a brave life, and died a hero. Twenty people died in that hijack. Neerja died so that 360 others could live. 
Story Of Neerja Bhanot, The Flight Attendant Who Died In 1986 Pan Am 73 Hijack
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Neerja was the kind of braveheart we only hear about in stories. Your sacrifice did not go to waste, Neerja. The nation will always remember you, as the brave young girl who punched terrorism in the face and emerged as a hero for generations to come. Respect!!!
Courtesy - TOI

Thursday, February 14, 2013

Family over work!!!

An old one, read it a number of times before! Even then, I get the same feel everytime, touched!
A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’

DAD: ‘Yeah sure, what it is?’ replied the man.

SON: ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the man said angrily.

SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘If you must know, I make $50 an hour.’

SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I please borrow $25?’

The father was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.’

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

‘Are you asleep, son?’ He asked.

‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.

‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the man. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $25 you asked for.’

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the father grumbled.

‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.

‘Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.’

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours... But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.


A man came home from work late, tired and irritated, to find his 5-year old son waiting for him at the door.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I ask you a question?’

DAD: ‘Yea...
h sure, what it is?’ replied the man.

SON: ‘Daddy, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘That’s none of your business. Why do you ask such a thing?’ the man said angrily.

SON: ‘I just want to know. Please tell me, how much do you make an hour?’

DAD: ‘If you must know, I make $50 an hour.’

SON: ‘Oh,’ the little boy replied, with his head down.

SON: ‘Daddy, may I please borrow $25?’

The father was furious, ‘If the only reason you asked that is so you can borrow some money to buy a silly toy or some other nonsense, then you march yourself straight to your room and go to bed. Think about why you are being so selfish. I don’t work hard everyday for such childish frivolities.’

The little boy quietly went to his room and shut the door.

The man sat down and started to get even angrier about the little boy’s questions. How dare he ask such questions only to get some money?

After about an hour or so, the man had calmed down, and started to think:

Maybe there was something he really needed to buy with that $25.00 and he really didn’t ask for money very often The man went to the door of the little boy’s room and opened the door.

‘Are you asleep, son?’ He asked.

‘No daddy, I’m awake,’ replied the boy.

‘I’ve been thinking, maybe I was too hard on you earlier’ said the man. ‘It’s been a long day and I took out my aggravation on you. Here’s the $25 you asked for.’

The little boy sat straight up, smiling. ‘Oh, thank you daddy!’ he yelled. Then, reaching under his pillow he pulled out some crumpled up bills.

The man saw that the boy already had money, started to get angry again.

The little boy slowly counted out his money, and then looked up at his father.

‘Why do you want more money if you already have some?’ the father grumbled.

‘Because I didn’t have enough, but now I do,’ the little boy replied.

‘Daddy, I have $50 now. Can I buy an hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow. I would like to have dinner with you.’

The father was crushed. He put his arms around his little son, and he begged for his forgiveness.
It's just a short reminder to all of you working so hard in life. We should not let time slip through our fingers without having spent some time with those who really matter to us, those close to our hearts.

Do remember to share that worth of your time with someone you love. If we die tomorrow, the company that we are working for could easily replace us in a matter of hours... But the family & friends we leave behind will feel the loss for the rest of their lives.

Courtesy: Facebook