Usool–e–Naasoor :: The Rule Book

1980, Lucknow

Nuwha (Noóha), a fifteen-year-old girl from a Muslim joint family, brought up by her Phuphojaan. She abides every advice given by her Phupho and compiled them in a book, she named Usool–e–Naasoor, The Rule Book. Nuwha orphaned before her third birthday, and Phupho turned into her guardian, adjudged by her grandfather.

Phupho was unwed and stayed in their joint family, was the eldest sibling of Nuhwa’s father. Due to abnormally short in height (dwarf), the well-known and orthodox family of Lucknow could not find a match for Phupho.

A house crowded by cousins, uncles, aunts, and grandfather, Nuwha had a complete family, still, she was close to Phuphojaan only, and expressed herself afore her. Considering, Usool–e–Naasoor, girls were not allowed to express in front of elderly and male figures.

The Rule Book had twelve chapters in total, some named Saleeka, Tahzeeb, Zubaan, Google-e-Fatima (rules by her dearest friend Fatima, who advised stories from Google). Nuwha kept adding the instructions and rules in different chapters wherein they fell. She began amalgamating these when she was 12. The book comprised rules, ‘Dupatta sar se neeche na ho’, ‘Chalte huye pairon ki awaaz nahi’, ‘Sote huye kharaate nahi’, ‘Ladkiyan jamhai nahi leti’, ‘Paad nahi maarti’, ‘Jaldi jaldi nai bolna, oonchi awaaz nahi, aahiste bol’, par ‘Ghar ke kaam sikho’, ‘haathon me har kaam ki shaffa honi chahiye, kadhai, silayi, bawarchikhana’, and many more.

Nuwha followed these regulations to satisfy Phuphojaan but she never agreed. Her expressions on these were far opposite. She wanted to shout, wear jeans, run on stairs, make noises while eating, dance, and fly kites. She questioned, why these rules were applicable only for girls. Boys need not to follow any rules. They were unconfined and have the liberty to fly kites for hours. She always dreamt herself flying kites, but she was allowed to serve tea and kababs, not to play and enjoy.

Nuwha prepares kites for her brothers, before every season. She used variety of colored papers and designed the kites amazingly that even her brothers fought to pick the best one for them. She was surprisingly so good at it, that even the neighbors envied the kites she hand-crafted. Nuwha was scolded by Phuphojaan, for making kites. But on insistence of her brothers and her passion for kites, she stole time for kites. Still she was unable to fly those creatively designed kites. No-one will ever let her fly kites. She too had written in Usool–e–Naasoor that kite flying is not a girl’s game. Thus this enjoyable game can be rejoiced by boys. And, truly this rule was the biggest naasoor for her.

One night, Nuwha dreamt of the most elegant kite, a big white swan, with white feathers all over, flying high in the sky. She woke up with gleam in eyes at midnight, and remained sleepless in exhilaration. She earnestly held her fire till dawn.

The moment first-light peeped in, she set for school. The elation of describing her dream to Fatima was irrepressible. Her depiction was so detailed, as she can envision the kite. Nuwha said without further a-do she will start making it. Fatima exclaimed, ‘But for whom are you going to prepare this for?’ Nuwha thought for a whilst, but after a gasp she blurted, ‘This is for myself.’ Fatima mocked her and said, ‘But what will you do with this kite? You will sleep with it, or talk day and night?’ Nuwha lost her cool, she murmured ‘I will fly this kite.'

Nuwha get down to create the dream kite, and spent endless nights on it, hiding from everyone. She made tiny feathers with white crepe paper, and glued together to make wings. A long neck, black eyes and orange beak, with paint and materials she picked from Phuphojaan’s sewing box. Lastly, she accomplished. It took over a month to create the white swan resembling her dream kite.

Nuwha revealed the kite to Fatima. She was thrilled to see the kite and asked, ‘You will fly this kite?’ Nuwha, was ambivalent that how is she going to fly this kite. Be that as it may, she needed to and she will. If she goes by the book, she can’t. She supplicated Fatima, ‘I wish, I fly this kite, you need to help me.’ Fatima glared her astonishingly. ‘You must be having bats in the belfry. Your longing for the kite has been actualized. If you expect this kite to touch the sky, you must entrust Aadil bhai (eldest cousin of Nuwha). He is incomparable. He can take it to top in a sudden gust of wind.’ Fatima formulated her thought.

‘I know this is the most desirable kite; and apropos for competition. But I want to fly this kite,’ Nuwha came on strong. ‘I dare say, are you thinking of supersede Usool–e–Naasoor?’, Fatima queried. ‘NO’ Nuwha reciprocated firmly. ‘Okay, then we need to cook-up a plan around it,’ Fatima winked with a smile. Both giggled in enthusiasm. On spur-of-the-moment Phuphojaan entered, hurriedly Fatima outstretched her dupatta masking the kite. Phuphojaan bore into her bust, lacking dupatta. Nuwha countered, ‘Phuphojaan, we are thinking to adorn it with gotas.’ Phuphojaan glared at old musty dupatta.

Execution of planning starts from taking the kite to school. They packed the kite between clothes. On a Sunday, Nuwha went to Phuphojaan seeking permission. ‘I need to get these dupattas in new shades Phuphojaan, they look pale.’ She pulled the dupatta forward and covered her forehead. Phuphojaan approved with a smile, acknowledging her small gestures.

They turn up to school, however the gates were closed due to Sunday. Fatima threw a small stone towards the right lane beside the school. A young boy holding his white cap came running in couple of seconds. Nuwha gazed Fatima inquisitively, ‘Who is he?’ Fatima replied, ‘He is Ismail, son of our school guard. He has the school keys and will open the gate for us.’ ‘But how the hell do you know him?’ Nuwha gave a dirty look at Fatima. Fatima exchanged back and indicated her to rest the escalation. The boy ignored the hot-air, and unlocked the school gate. Nuwha and Fatima looked both ways and went inside the school. They rushed to their classroom, to keep the kite in the almirah kept there.  

Nuwha spent the night absorbed in feelings of kite-flying. Biding the time till last class, they let the girls leave the classroom. Fatima had the manjha and string, and they climbed stairs towards terrace with kite. It was a broad and lofty terrace and one can see the whole Lucknow from there. However, the towering height not let the people has the view of the terrace. Fatima held the kite in her hand, and Nuwha held the manjha, and whoosh, Fatima left the kite to fly, but Nuwha was not able to hold it long, in a moment it came down. They tried intermittently, but it doesn’t work. They have seen their brothers flying kite, yet it was half-baked, and appeared a troublesome undertaking. Nuwha felt wretched, ‘Phuphojaan was right, and the rule book is right, these tasks are not for girls. We can’t fly the kite.’  Fatima, too was disappointed. They cleared out the school deserting the kite on the terrace.

Ismail entered the school, for cleaning. He went up to terrace and found the swan-kite. It was a surprisingly wondrous kite; he has ever seen. He hankered for flying it. Soon, the exquisite kite danced gracefully in the glowing blue sky. Fatima and Nuwha had the view of kite while going through the paths of school. Both hurried back to school, climbed the stairs to terrace and saw Ismail flying the kite. Nuwha exultantly ran towards Ismail, staring him astoundingly, and again the kite in the sky. Overlooking the rules of Usool–e–Naasoor, she spoke to him (a stranger), ‘Will you teach me how to fly kite?’ Ismail nodded. Fatima exclaimed, ‘great, every day after school, half-n-hour!’

   

‘Why are you late today?’ Phuphojaan enquired, as-in-when Nuwha entered the house. In joy and excitement of learning kite-flying time slipped out of her mind. She stammered, ‘Phuuu…phooo…jaan, I got only 10 marks in mathe…maaa..tics, and teacher asked me to study half-n hour extra every day, with her.’ Making a fake sad face. ‘Alone?’ Phupho, questioned. ‘No…no.. Fatima will be with me, she got fiffff…..teeen.’ ‘Both of you are useless, better you girls stay at home,’ she mumbled and left the room.

Next day, they were back on terrace after school time with Ismail. The lessons of kite-flying were simple, yet profound. Ismail helped them to understand the wind, height, force, pressure, and pull techniques. In a span of weeks, Nuwha was able to fly the kite. She learnt all tips and tricks of kite-flying. Ismail was indeed a proficient kite flyer and a good teacher for Nuwha.

Meanwhile, she broke numerous rules of book, flying kite, conversing with a boy, who is an outsider. She has had lost her fear of following the book. She became assertive and self-reliant. She felt the cold wind touching her face, she felt like a fledged bird in the pristine sky, not obligated by rules. She recognized the freedom under control. Still, she was frightened of everybody, in the event that anybody become acquainted about this, she won't be saved.

The Kite festival was close, a competition to see whose kite could climb the highest and stay aloft the longest. She was assiduously working on new kites for her brothers. And a big colorful kite for Aadil bhai. Everyone knew, that he will be the winner this year as well. Fatima questioned ‘Don’t you want to be a part of this festival? Now even you can move around the sun.’ Nuwha thought for a while and stated, ‘No, I can’t, yet yes I will make one for Ismail, as he helped me follow my dream.’

‘Hmm.. what are you going to make for him?’

‘A Falcon.’

Before the Kite festival, Nuwha thanked Ismail with a falcon kite. He was flabbergasted to see the kite.

‘Will you fly this kite on the festival day?’

‘Yeah, sure, but I want you to fly this kite with me.’

‘No, I can’t fly the kite that day, my brothers will be flying kites, and girls are not allowed to, if anyone get to know, I will be punished badly.’

‘Then, what is the use of your learning?’

‘It was my dream to fly a kite, it doesn’t mean I can compete with my brothers.’

‘It is not about a competition, it is about to see yourself as an individual in this world, your existence between all, your independence to live your dream, let everyone accept you as you want to be, let them know you.’

Nuwha looked amazingly at Ismail. They had developed a friendship in this short span, but haven’t had any long conversations.

‘But, I can’t.’ She closed the discussion and left. However, she couldn’t take herself out of the thought that she too can fly the kite on festival day.

Two days left for the festival and all his brothers were busy in preparations. Some were busy in practicing and some in arranging manjhas and dori. Aunts were busy making had been busy in arrangements of kababs and pakoras, easy to eat snacks in quantity, as boys will be spending whole day on terrace. The festival is celebrated with a bang every year.

Finally, the festival day arrived. Brothers were thrilled, exhibiting their kites to each other Nuwha made for them. Soon, the sky was hued expansively, miles of strings tangled, and kites aspiring for clouds. Surrounding was awash with chatter and laughter of boys. Nuwha were making rounds to terrace with tea and kababs. She stood at the terrace for a while to see the kites and feel the enjoyment. Her cousin shouted, ‘What are you looking at, you shouldn’t stand here, go back to kitchen.’ This made her infuriated, she hurriedly ran downstairs. 

Nuwha, adjusted her dupatta on head, and rushed to the main door of the house. Phuphojaan, shouted out, ‘Where?’ ‘Fatima fell on stairs, her ammi called. I am going to see her Phuphojaan.’ Nuwha replied without looking back, and left the house.

She reached the school street, threw a stone towards the right lane, and Ismail came running holding his white cap with one hand. Seeing Nuwha alone, he was surprised.

‘I want to fly the kite on this festival day.’

Ismail ran back to pick all the stuff, the falcon kite she presented her, the manjha and the school keys. He was back in minutes. They rushed to the terrace of the school. Adjusted the kite and wind, and by and by the falcon kite was awakened to its need for liberation. Up and up. In a short time, it was part of the vivid sky.  can be seen between all the kites. And there was kite of Aadil bhai, in competition.

Here, at Nuwha’s house, her brothers too can see a big falcon kite flying in competition, Aadil tried to pull it down and be the sole flyer in the sky. The competition between two was tenacious. Aadil fidgety, asked his brother to chase to the source of kite. ‘Who else can fly the kite in my competition?’

The boy scorched, chasing the falcon’s string and reached to Nuwha’s school. The gate was open to his surprise on a holiday. He climbed to the terrace.

Meanwhile, the competition benefitted Nuwha and Ismail, and, Aadil’s kite descended. But before they can appreciate and relish the win, the boy reached to terrace gasping, and saw Nuwha with Ismail alone, flying the falcon kite.

She was back in the house, everyone gathered in the courtyard. Dadajaan, and everyone gave her evil eye. Questions floating around, ‘How can she fly a kite? How can she be with a stranger boy? Who was he?’ Dadajaan accused Phuphojaan for her upbringing, ‘How can be you so irresponsible, because she is not your own child?’ Phuphojaan wept.

Nuwha too broke into tears, but couldn’t see her beloved Phuphojaan lamenting. She went to her room, picked the book Usool-e-Nasoor and a matchbox, and went to Dadajaan.

‘Dadajaan, you questioned how Phuphojaan raised me, see this book, she taught me every damn rule that needs to followed only by girls, girls of this house, girls of this society, girls of Lucknow or girls of India in together. But, why the rules belong to girls only?? I, a girl is not a perfection to prove, I am substance of my own, I have my rights to live. I don’t want to follow the rules written in this book, I want to live my dreams, see myself as an individual, not like a puppet who have to nod her head for all your wishes. As my name given by you, Nuwha, it means, I have this ability to think, let me think, let me actualize, let me breathe, Dadajaan. And, Phuphojaan, you are the best mother I can have. You taught me everything that needs to be. For me, the sky is very high and I want to fly. But, I can’t limit myself with these rules. I must burn this book before it burns me.’ And she took out the match and burnt the book in front of everyone.