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A Widow's Wisdom
By Jimmy Noronha
Jimmy Noronha, originally from Belloor, Bantwal, has extensively travelled abroad and is now settled at Lucknow, Uttar Pradesh. In this story he is trying to highlight the exemplary struggle of a widow that brought about a bright future for her sons and herself.

Feb 17, 2011
 
 
I got married in the year 1970 soon after I passed pre-university, when I was just 18! My husband had a good job in the LIC of India and we were living a reasonably comfortable life. We even managed to have our own house after my husband took a loan at the LIC.
 
Within a span of three years I became the mother of two male issues: Luis and Henry.
 
When my elder son Luis reached six I admitted both the sons into school and as there was hardly a year’s difference in their age, I got them into the same class in St Michael’s Higher Secondary school in Cascia. Years rolled on and soon my two boys reached sixth standard when the inevitable that often lurks in life began to surface - our existence took a sudden downward turn.
 
Complaints from the school began to pour in regarding the poor grade at school and the biggest shock that awaited me was when I realized that my husband had turned alcoholic.
 
Financial problems that have been a scourge of many a happy family began to pester us, as most of my husband’s salary would go to clear his housing loan and an equal amount went for his daily drinks. Soon things came to such a pass that my husband took to drinking during the day as well and in the weekends it became impossible to talk to him without either being reprimanded or even physically abused.
 
My prayers, novenas, complaints to the parish priest, and even pleadings from my little children with their father fell on deaf ears. Matters began to take a downward slide, my husband stopped going to office and as expected warning letters from his office began to spill into our letter box, but my husband hardly ever took notice of them.
 
In the evenings I made it a point to pay a visit to church every day and pray for hours. But as time passed on, even God appeared to me to be a mute spectator to my terrible state.
 
The inevitable had to happen very soon, rather sooner. One fine morning, in 1983, my husband failed to wake up, he was dead. The doctor proclaimed that his vital organs had been damaged and that brought about his demise. I was just 31 years and a widow!
 
Gradually, as I tried to pull up myself to reconcile to my lot, I had to confront another rude shock. Never did I in my wildest dream imagine that the world would ever be so cruel to a woman who was rendered widow at such a young age!
 
My sisters-in-law who were fairly better off gave me white churidars and black sarees which they thought to be the symbol of widowhood. There was even this false rumour that I had either tortured or poisoned my husband. They did not even have the least inkling of the hell that I had gone through and only God and I knew the gravity of the suffering that I had endured all this time.
 
Some more bad news was in the offing for me. Not so long after, I attended the wedding of my niece and to my utter surprise not only the bride’s mother but even my own sisters-in-law tried to evade me and prevented me from taking part in dressing the bride with “Sado”, I was not even allowed to bless the bride whom I loved so much – it is supposed to be a bad omen! A blessing from an aunt to her loving niece a bad omen?? Furious at this double standard I got rid of that white churidar and the black saree and just burnt them down. I then went on dressing in red and coloured costumes.
 
My entire married life had gone on pleading, crying, begging, praying, and now I must live differently from others, as an outcast!! Why should I? What sort of custom is this? If a widow attends a good function, it is bad omen, and if a man drinks, tortures, and ultimately if his wife succumbs to all these tortures, he, a widower not a bad omen? If a widower gets married the very next month, no problem, but a widow is a widow for life, she is not human. I even had to put up with my own people when they shirked my company.
 
Soon, more trouble was waiting to strike. The LIC sent me a notice that if the money borrowed for the house is not paid within the given time, they would seize the house with all the moveables. Add to this, some strange people started visiting me asking for the money that my husband had allegedly borrowed from them to meet both the house expenses and also for his drinks.
 
That apart, I had thought that at least now after the death of my husband, my boys would learn a lesson and would do well in their studies but on the contrary one day a class teacher of theirs came on a house visit and complained about my sons’ miserable marks.
 
My sons were in their own world and in their self-insulating ignorance of kids, they were only dimly aware of the difficulties their mother had in keeping things together.
 
When I noticed that hardly any of my people ever cared to find out how I managed to run the house, I decided that I would take up the job of a domestic servant and that is exactly what I did. I took as many as three jobs in rich households and strangely enough all the ladies in these households were sympathetically disposed towards me.
 
I worked very hard and managed not only to run the house, pay the school fees, but also began to pay the loan against LIC.
 
All the three ladies where I worked had understood my predicament and one among them, Mrs. Rego, went out of her way to do what best she could for me, not that the rest did any less. She visited my house regularly and did her best to ease my burden. She even supplemented my grocery stock and even paid my children’s fees.
 
But the same thorny problem continued to persist. My sons were not doing well at all in their studies and they were the only staff of my old age, so I was determined to bring about a change in them.
 
During the course of my work at these three households, my sons, Luis and Henry, would return from school, play cricket till late in the evening, and then roll over our bed and watch that small black and white TV till I returned home late in the evening.
 
One day, on my return after my three jobs, I noticed that my sons hardly cared to take notice of me as they were glued to the TV. I just turned off the television and sat them down and explained that my sons were going to make something of themselves. I told them, "You are going to read two books every week and then write a report on what you read."
 
I enrolled them in the Central Library and Mrs Rego took all three of us in her Amby there and from then on things began to fall in place.
 
My sons would go to the library every day and read as many books as they could. They once even told me that they both could absorb information more quickly through the printed word than they ever did from sounds or images that they used to hear and perceive on TV. They regretted the countless hours they had spent like two idiots in front of that idiot box!!!
 
Soon after school, my sons would cut across the two bridges in front of the Cascia church, take a short cut to the library through the railway lines leading to the Central Railway Station and reach the library in no time, but not before bolting down some delicacy at a restaurant at Hampankatta. Both the boys would virtually devour every book that they could lay their hands on that interested them and this continued for a long time.
 
Soon, the class teacher perceived a perceptible change that had come upon my two sons. They started doing very well in their studies. My elder son Luis got interested in medicine while Henry wanted to be an engineer. They had read countless books on both these topics and soon passed high school, entered college, and thanks to Mrs. Rego, money started coming when it was needed and once the boys finished their university education with distinction, they got scholarships and entered into their chosen fields of medicine and engineering.
 
One day Mrs. Rego suggested, now that both my sons were soon going to be on their own as they were already on the verge of emerging out of medical and engineering colleges with degrees, I had better think of my future as well. I was totally confused but I never wanted to be a burden to my children and as luck would have it, both my sons were with me on vacation.
 
Mrs. Rego conveyed her thoughts to my sons and they turned ecstatic, and immediately gave their approval which I assumed must have emanated from their progressive thinking that came out of reading those books in the library and from further studies at the universities.
 
The man in question was one Mr. Jerry Pinto, just about a year older than I, a widower, with a daughter already married and well settled. He had his own bakery that gave him enough income to live comfortably.
 
We got married and my sons were present for the wedding and Mrs. Rego was all smiles that day and even met some of my expenses. My husband and I decided that he should gift his house to his daughter as per his wish and now we continue to live in my house.
 
Today, after almost fifteen years of our marriage we both live a comfortable retired life, my two sons too have been married and are well settled, and my elder son is a prominent doctor and Henry is working as a successful engineer in a multinational.
 
Every time they visit us with their family, they remind me that they would never have been what they are today if I had not disconnected that small black and white TV set and took them to the library with Mrs. Rego in her white Amby.

 

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Sanjay Anthony, Cape TownFriday, February 25, 2011
Mr. Noronha writes from the heart and is also in touch with current issues. I particularly liked his subtle message to the youth that they should spend less time in front of the idiot box and focus more on reading. Keep the articles coming, Sir.
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Priya D'Souza, Perampalli-IrelandWednesday, February 23, 2011
Mr.Jimmy Noronha, I liked this article.
I felt sorry for this woman (who is probably one of the several other women having such and even miserable situations).
Yes it is always easy for another person to judge and give their opinion, but unless somebody is in this kind of situation themself, they would not know the pain of suffering violence and the anguish that is created from it.
Thank God that at last all good things happened in her life.Praise be to God.
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Sanjay Rao, padubidriWednesday, February 23, 2011

This story has touched my heart. It is very gladdening to note that this lady is comfortable now after a great struggle. We human beings always think that if we are put into struggle it is because God Almighty is not listening to our prayer. And if we do not face any problem we think God Almighty has listened to our prayers. Her late husband was the root cause of her sufferings. Had he been a normal human being she would not have suffered. We need not bring God Almighty's role in this story. We always forget that everything is happening for or due to a reason.

Each incident has an logical explanation behind it. Sometimes we make mistakes and we suffer on account of that and sometimes we suffer because of others' faults. Nothing ever happens out of the blue. Each and every incident is linked or due to some other incident. God Almighty is the symbol of all goodness on this earth. Our good deeds are the best prayers to the God. Prayer alone is not enough. One who prays should also undertake good deeds within his capacity. All good human beings are devotees of God, but all devotees are not good human beings.

Almighty represents all the good characteristics present on this earth like helping the needy, helping the sick and weak, not hurting others unnecessarily, being humble respecting our parents / teachers / elders etc. In other words humanity should be followed by all. Then only we would be able to achieve peace,and reduce sufferings.

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Felix F., India/KsaTuesday, February 22, 2011
Margaret, Mangalore/Dubai

Do you mean to say, God has done things in your favour, just because your children were coming along with you for prayer service and retreat.? But God did not hear the prayers of the widow under discussion, because her children were not going along with her for prayer.?.

Personally in my opinion, which may go against the preachings of the clergy and the majority followers of any relgion, your prayer service and retreat has nothing to do with what God has WILLED to you, and your family.

Please understand the deep meaning in the words of Mr. Leo Sequira's comments

"People are assuming God should act according to their will wishes."

If humans could expect to change the WILL of God, by going to prayer services and novenas, God would have changed the WILL towards Jesus, as Jesus prayed, when Jesus came to know, what kind of terrible things he had to suffer, to accomplish the WILL of God.

If people could learn to accept the WILL of God, by thanking God for every micro second, prayers to change the WILL of God wouldnt be necessary
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Margaret, Mangalore/DubaiTuesday, February 22, 2011
I agree with Fr. Freddy's comments. It is a lesson to learn. I sent this article to a lady whose husband has left her since the birth of the child and the child is suffering from cancer. The lady will now start working because the money given from friends is not enough for the treatment of her child. She has gained courage reading this article. Secondly, to those who think it is not possible to stop children from watching TV, it is possible if the parents do not watch TV and no cable connection in the house. My children too are doing professional studies because they devoted their time in the Library reading books and coming along with me for prayer service and retreat. Praise God !
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Leo Sequeira, UdupiMonday, February 21, 2011
Dear Felix, very well written. People are assuming God should act according to their will wishes.
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shabana mohammed, dubaiSunday, February 20, 2011
realy a heart toching article.thank you Mr.j.Noronha and keep writing..All The Best
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Manohar Veigas, UDUPISunday, February 20, 2011
I suppose Mr. Jimmy Noronha through this article has tried to highlight the challenges faced by a young widow in her personal life while living in the Society. And also bringing up the children. If this article is just a fiction that the widow's husband was working in LIC, I have no grievance. Otherwise, I would like to mention that in LIC, on the death of any employee in service, a job on compassionate grounds is offered to the spouse, if children are minor. The post will vary according to one's qualification from VII Std. to graduate. Similarly, any Loan of LIC exist during the death of the employee, the entire loan is adjusted from the terminal benefits and free insurance cover. And now, even family pension has come into force since 90s. I am an employee of LIC and thought it fit to bring forth the social benefits prevalent in LIC to its employees. All best wishes to Mr. Jimmy Noronha.
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Molly Munro, DubaiFriday, February 18, 2011

Thank you Mr. Noronha to bring to light some of the hurdles that a widow faces in her life even today. A wonderful article which I truly treasured. The widow in this article not only WISE but also BOLD to cross those hurdles and make her life smooth sailing again for herself and for her children. She ignored the present day society’s norms and went around in red clothes – wow ! truly beautiful.

No doubt widows are cornered and not allowed to take part in auspicious events even today. They are definitely not treated in par with other married women – ask a widow and you will know it. Our society still needs to change. Our Society should encourage those young widows to marry again so that she can have somebody to love and support after a hard days work. THIS IS A WAKE UP CALL FOR ALL WIDOWS TO BE BOLD & BEAUTIFUL !

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FR. FREDDY D SOUZA, SACRED HEART BAHRAINFriday, February 18, 2011
Oh so nice! It is really a suffering and struggles for that widow. But there is a life giving lesson to everyone. This story is a turning point to every man, woman and children. Congrates Jimmy
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Reena, SuilaThursday, February 17, 2011
really a nice article. i'm a widow with minor kids really i agree with u.which was unexpected in our life.
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Lidwin Vaz, Thursday, February 17, 2011
Very sad story ,no one understands unless you are in her shoe ,i am very proud of her
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Ronald, MangaloreThursday, February 17, 2011
I fully agree with Felix F, India/Ksa. Or it may be that she thanked God but this is not mentioned in the article. Second thing i point out here is that there cannot be a sudden change in children's behaviour as mentioned here (she switched off the TV and the same day children started going to Library to study the book). This change comes gradually after much efforts to make them understand. And yes about Prayer you can pray anywhere, anytime. God answered her prayer and blessed her.
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Felix F.,, India/KsaThursday, February 17, 2011
Though I have nothing to comment on the story itself, I have something to say on the following statement.

"In the evenings I made it a point to pay a visit to church every day and pray for hours. But as time passed on, even God appeared to me to be a mute spectator to my terrible state."

First of all prayers are not counted in terms of hours and there is no fixed time for prayer.

The widow in question was quick to blame God, when things did not go according to her wish.

But in the later stages, when God was instrumental, in changing the things for the better, and she was happy, there was not a word saying
"Thank you God" for giving me a new prosperous life"
She thanked Mrs. Rego, and was proud about the way she handled life, and no mention of God. Now can this be called "A widow`s wisdom"


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Julie, M'lore/ DohaThursday, February 17, 2011
It is a very heart touching article. Many women are going through these type of difficulties in their life. May God bless those women & give them the courage to face their problems. Wish you ALL THE BEST Mr. J. Noronha & may GOD always keep you in good health.
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