My Gogo was adamant on providing formal education to us, even though she never got the same opportunity. Hence, she worked extremely hard to give us a chance at a better life. My name is Kavita Marandi and I wanted to discuss about my gogo, my mother who fought hard to not only survive in a system that discriminates against the marginalized, like the Adivasis, thereby pushing them towards a life without dignity and economic resources; but also, to improve our life conditions to access education and create better opportunities for our future. We belong to the Santhali tribe and reside in Bihar. My gogo once said, "I have never seen the school's front door. But I'll make sure my kids go to school." She of course ensured this. While we all have, at some point or the other, discussed about how mothers surpass even gods when it comes to their children; I actually witnessed that. While growing up, the financial condition of my house was unstable. The conditions at my Mamago’s house (maternal grandmother) were better. Our village was surrounded by forests, not many children accessed education as schools were far and there were rumours about Odangas (kidnapers), kidnapping children for their organs and other markets like sex work. Hence, I was sent to my mamago's place to access education. Although my mamago was a kind woman, she was conventional in her thoughts, which always put us at confrontational positions. She would often say, "What will the Kudihopon (girls) do by learning to read and write? After getting married, you will have to run the kitchen. Men get food served on their tables without lifting a finger. Women can't do that. You should learn all the household works because that is what will be useful at your in-law's place." I used to get furious at such remarks, statements and suggestions. Since I was a girl, education was not seen as a necessity for me, it held no value in the eyes of others. Learning household chores was considered more important. Hence, after returning from school every day, I had to do the dishes first, even before I could eat. I felt angry and helpless. There were times I used to cry. I distinctively remember often desiring to be a boy, a man; that way I could have had an easier life.
Kavita and her gogo. Source: Kavita Marandi