A View from Five Ft No Inches

A humble exaggeration, a harmless lie, a saving grace- call it as you please. For a little ‘truth-less-ness’ at the beginning of this scribble should not annoy you. Yes, I’m not five feet tall-that is if five feet is tall at all!

I was born with genes hard to pull and a lineage not very proud of having ‘scaled heights.’ Yet I had a determined mother who had decided to battle the wrath of the Gods and ‘pull’ me out of the injustice hurled by Him upon our entire clan. And thus, grew my story ‘inch by inch.’

Just days after I set foot into this world, began elaborate sessions of oil massages- mustard and apricot, the right proportions of olive and almond; not to forget granny’s practice of using ‘ghee’ from a lone cow’s milk. It was all done, coupled with the right movements of fingers and hands for not less than three long years. But it was too early to predict and efforts could not stop at this. From bournvita to horlicks, skipping ropes to high jumps- nothing was spared, neither was I! The most tedious task was the tip-toed morning walk from one end of the room to the other with my hands out-stretched towards the ceiling almost in pleading. Lengths of iron rods across the doors of the house, basketball sessions and homeopathy wonder pills- you name it and I did it. But I grew faster in years than in inches. With her efforts seeming all in vain, what added to my mother’s woes were the constantly rocketing heights of cousins and friends. She was never spared without a tip or two-“Try giving her bananas on an empty stomach” or “Why don’t you help her with yoga…it works wonders!” To top it all was the perpetual concern of a maternal aunt who thought I would never find a groom….in all this the only person I pitied was my mother, for reasons so obvious.

Between all this my certain short stature never bothered me except on a few hilarious occasions. While in school I was once enthusiastically preparing to audition for the beautiful “Snowhite and the Seven Dwarfs.” Needless to say, I dreamt of being Snowhite, only to be dismayed by my selection as the seventh dwarf!

By the time I was out of my teens, my mother had invested too much in me and probably accepted her defeat at the hands of my genes. However, one can never underestimate the will power of a woman. She went on to try the very same formulas (along with a few others she had garnered with experience and time) on my younger sibling. And this time she did succeed. My sister happens to be an inch taller than me.

With time I had multiple experiences with my height- being pulled out of dance performances, being adjusted and re-adjusted in choirs to being given a children’s ticket at a fun park….in fact, there were many an imbroglio that made my height…oops…my life a fabulous roller coaster. Of course, my due apologies to those who really fretted over my height but believe me all their concerns were well taken and God did listen to some of them. My aunt for one could heave a sigh of relief for I eventually did find a groom.

As for me, this matter bothered me only as much as it could have bothered both Napoleon and Tendulkar. If I ever stood troubled, it was only in the kitchen trying to get a pan from the top-most cabinet. My mother does keep giving me tips to pull up my tiny tots…she has ample examples of genes gone wrong. Actually, I do follow some of those advices!

But at last for all those who stand as tall as me, a gentleman once asked me, “How does the world look from five ft no inches?”

I simply replied, “As beautiful as ever!”

17 thoughts on “A View from Five Ft No Inches”

  1. An excellent humourous start to the post. (whether 5 feet tall is tall 🙂 A very relatable post. It is all in the mind, but physical attributes is what some people observe keenly, thus the tips given by a large part of the society.

  2. I am a tall person and I have wondered why I am so “tall” and have always had to stand at the end of the line in school….
    Few years down the line – it all doesn’t matter….

  3. What an absolutely enthralling account. I’m 5 ft 2 inches, and my husband is an inch shorter than me. My mother was very flustered about my decision to marry him, and she even tried to talk me out of it. But, thankfully, sense prevailed. I do ‘feel’ people looking at us whenever we’re out, we’re not the conventional couple. But who cares. Our relationship is what matters the most for us.

  4. This is a fun read. When I was growing up my cousins were worried that I was growing a bit too tall and would comment that I would find a taller groom with difficulty. Well, I fell in love with a 6 feet 3 inches tall man and married in. The world, whether short or tall is beautiful, any which way.

  5. A nice interesting read as always :)! This reminded me of my mom, two grannies and a bunch of aunts fretting over my flat nose and the trysts that came along therefore! Well, now when I look back… At least it all made up for a good laugh recipe now 🙂

  6. This was a fun read, Sonia. With me, it was quite the opposite…. tallest girl in school in Grade 9th. Now almost 6 feet tall, the advice I always received was on how not to gain more inches.

  7. I do understand what it feels like when something, you have no control over, ‘comes in your way’,( in any form). But again, as they say- It all lies in your mind. To great minds, inches don’t matter at all!!

      1. Thank you. Yes, I had registered but currently just exploring. In the process, came across your post and I could not resist😊

  8. A fabulous,candid and well articulated blog ma’am.All I can say is that when it comes to scaling heights,the height really is in consiquential.

  9. For a person like you Sonia,who’s so beautiful inside out..these inches do not matter at all i feel.Stay happy n healthy always..

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