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The Dedhia family, for instance, had four women take diksha at the ceremony in Borivali. Kritika Dedhia took the vow of renunciation with her daughters Khyati and Khushboo. “My wife had expressed the desire to take diksha earlier, but at that time our daughters were not settled. Being a housewife, she had a responsibility at home,” says Kritika’s husband, Ashok Dedhia, an advocate practising at the Bombay high court. “My daughters had taken a break from studies and were studying Jainism with Guruji (Pandit Maharaj). We asked them to then decide whether they wanted to pursue a professional career or a spiritual career. After staying at the Jain Upashray (accommodation for Jain monks) for eight months, they decided on the latter. In a way it is lonely now, but I am comparing this with a daughter’s marriage, with time you adjust.” I am sorry I may not to be able to suggest something helpful but would like to share my experience as I have been in a similar situation for many years now and I know exactly what you are going through. A lonely existence with no end in sight, a marriage with no intimacy, no excitement, no friendship, not sharing any of the hobbies, feeling distant and apart like the two sides of a stream going on and on but never meeting.

Without no-fault grounds by which to file a divorce on, or a spouse who is equally willing to throw in the towel, you will most likely want to hire a lawyer. Things can get ugly if both partners aren’t willing to call it quits; income, assets, and children can all be lost if things go poorly. One of the disciples I meet at the Jain Upashray is former engineer and IITian Bhavik Shah, who took diksha in 2013, and was renamed Muniraj Shri Bhuvanjeetvijay. It was an online chat with Shah that awakened a spiritual interest in Sanket Parekh, his junior in college, and prompted him to study Jain philosophy. “(Sanket) used to ask me questions about the soul and spirituality. Because of the knowledge I already had from Sahebji, I could answer them,” says Bhavik. Shah was an active member of the Yahoo! group JainList, billed as the “world’s largest Jainism discussion group”, which features links to academic articles and other Jain resources. He works hard and is tired, justifiably, but I really feel I could be any woman, in this house with these children doing the things I do, and it wouldn't change much for him. I don't feel as if it is me he wants or needs, just someone. I think I also rely on him for my own happiness too much. He fell in love with a woman who was independant and strong. Children have drastically changed the balance in our relationship, and made me unsure of who I am. Maulana Hasnain Karari cried when Alireza Ladiwala recited Ghabrayegi Zainab and I cried too, sobs that did not stop, and God has given Alireza a mellifluous voice of pain.Kaushik, for his part, finds himself drawn to Hema initially because of shared childhood memories of his mother, and later because of a budding need for growing roots after a gypsy like existence. Though Jain monks hold no bank accounts, and never deal with money, their needs, Doshi says, are secured by implicit, informal insurance. “The Jain community is fairly resourceful and takes care of them,” he says. “There is an organization called Jito (Jain International Trade Organization). They pay for any medical treatment that is required for a sadhu, any amount. It may be from a few thousands to a few lakhs or more. Jain sadhus don’t have to bother about their livelihood or medical care.”

Hello all, thanks so much for your input. Nadal, it does help to know that others are in the same situation. I hope someone comes up with a magic elixir to help ease this problem. I reall still love him and miss him so i am just waiting I guess for him to show an interest, maybe I'm a idiot. He seems totakemoreinterest and be more Caring and considerate to his mother to be honest. Which makes me dislike her. I feel the more he sees of her the less he is admiring of me. A chapter of foregone conclusions. A rather ordinary love triangle, spiced up by Lahiri’s writing style of course, in which an adult recalls her mother’s one-sided love affair with a younger man. Pranab, a lonely but academically brilliant young man meets the narrator’s mother and subsequently her father and gets vaguely adopted by the family as a younger brother. Pranab spent all of his time with this family, eating “boudi’s” Bengali food, arguing passionately about Indian movies and Indian actors. The narrator’s father is of course depicted as a typical introvert highbrow scientist, with little time or inclination for such frivolous discussions. Neither the narrator nor her mother bothered to take the time to draw him out of his shell, proceeding instead, to fall in love, the mother with Pranab, and the daughter with Pranab’s girlfriend Deborah. The narrator’s father, true to his stereotyped character, doesn’t miss any opportunity for neglecting his lonely and bored housewife. miss any opportunity for neglecting his lonely and bored housewife, who falls deeper and deeper in love with Pranab. A collection of short stories that read like a few chapters from the lives of people the reader has known vaguely for a long time. Being a new mother, Lahiri perhaps draws on her experiences both as a daughter and a mother, a technique that is reminiscent of Amy Tan’s writing. Unlike her previous writings, this time Lahiri manages to create a sense of empathy for the character, with all their flaws and selfish shortcomings.Reading this made me cry. I feel the same. DH is there but he isn't. He only shows any affection when he wants sex. The rest of the time our relationship is just practical chit chat or niggling at each other. We have two DCs, 3 and 1, I'm so tired and fed up with it all. Hello all, I thought I'd put this out there as it's colouring every day of my life. I have a husband and our relationship is "ok" we have problems but none of the enormous kind but I am so lonely. These future monks and nuns leave the stage, trailed closely by family members, who will now perform the final ceremonial rites. In this hour-long interval, the diksharthis will be shaved and showered (for the last time, they are only allowed to sponge their bodies hereafter) while those in attendance will settle down for a vegetarian breakfast feast, again with segregated seating for both genders. Meanwhile, on stage, an emcee encourages the crowd to participate in a spirited round of money-raising—families donate lakhs of rupees to fund future religious ceremonies. Shah says the one I am attending cost a few crores. After the demise of the Holy Prophet (SAW), there came the period of distress and hardship in the life of Sayyeda Zainab (s.a.). She stood by her mother as far as the question of supreme mandate of her father was concerned. When her mother delivered the Fadak sermon, she was only 4 years old, but narrated the sermon so lucidly and expressively that the people from Bani Hashim remembered it by heart. Later the Shiite scholars recorded it that is why she is called Zainab the narrator of traditions.