What these nine years have taught my wife Vibha and me is this: Adoption is not some kind of special or unusual thing to do. Before Surabhi came to us, I think I imagined that it would indeed be a special happening, and that excited me. Yet today, in what our two children mean to us, there is no difference between Surabhi, whom we adopted, and Sahir, who was born to us.
Yet, too, the excitement is in how normal this feels.
We see our two kids running around the house, teasing and tripping over each other, quarrelling over the iPad and watching a film together—things all kids must do. Absolutely the last thought that occurs to us is that they took different routes into our home, into our hearts.
As it should be, of course. I know now, if perhaps I didn’t fully comprehend in 2004, that I don’t and never want to feel differently about my kids because of the mere detail of how they entered our family. To me, that’s something of an epiphany, a thoroughly liberating one.
Before we did it, we thought a lot about adoption. I always believed one reason to do it was scenes we’re all familiar with in this country we live in. You know: The boy who got turned away from a fun fair, the woman who did it telling me, “We don’t want his kind in here”. Watching my son watching a little girl his age come to our rickshaw with that sad pecking gesture, helpless in the knowledge that in time, he will learn to live with it as I have learnt to do, as all Indians have learnt to do.
In some ways, I think about such scenes every day, and have done so for years. Saying this, I’m not trying to make some kind of statement. This is just something I know about myself. And it brings the hard question: What can I do about these kids? What can I do about our greatest national shame, the poverty that blights so many lives?
I really don’t know, and that’s a dispiritingly limiting thought. That is, except for adopting a child. If there’s one abandoned kid whom we can raise as our own, to whom we can offer the arms of a loving family, that’s one less child who might end up on our streets. This one thing, then, I can do.
The freedom to adopt, there for the taking.
But we also learnt from other parents. One couple adopted two children but never told them. Came adolescence, already difficult, and the secret blew up in their faces. Several profoundly troubled years followed. No, we didn’t want that.
Another couple had an adopted son who knew all along, because the family would celebrate two birthdays—the second being the day he came home. In his teens, the boy suddenly pleaded for them to stop this dual observation. He didn’t see it as a special day and he couldn’t bear them treating it that way. No, we didn’t want that either.
What we did want was a possible tightrope. Adoption is no shame to be shoved under the carpet, yes, but treating it as a triumph is as irrational. We wanted Surabhi to see it as merely normal, ordinary yet special, like birth is ordinary yet special.
All this was on my mind as we began the process, six months before Surabhi came to us. There was a fair amount of paperwork involved, including tax returns and letters of recommendation from friends and relatives. Also a visit from a social worker who spoke to Vibha and me, but separately. Tedious business, but routine.
There were peculiar obstacles also. In 2004, there were only two Indian laws governing adoption. One was the Hindu Adoption and Maintenance Act (HAMA) of 1956. But HAMA is only available to Hindus (and Sikhs, Buddhists and Jains, considered Hindu for legal purposes like this one). Since I am not Hindu, that left the Guardians and Wards Act of 1890 (1890!). But under GAWA, we would be Surabhi’s guardians, not her parents, until she turned 18. There are implications here for inheritance and so on: Rules for a ward are different from those for a legally-acknowledged child.
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(This story appears in the 23 August, 2013 issue of Forbes India. To visit our Archives, click here.)
This is not merely an article...it will change lot of people thoughts about adoption...I don\'t know why people don\'t even think about it and prefer surrogacy. Adoption gives you the best feeling...as you get more and more unconditional love whole of your life......atleast every child deserves love...the most precious feeling on earth.. And yeah laws and all matter nothing in front of the adopted child\'s happiness... Hats off to you both..on Aug 4, 2014
touching and true....laws..people...religion all on one side...but till we have a heart and stay connected to it there is always hope....relationships bound by the heart or bound by birth is there any comparison?on Aug 23, 2013
Our reasons and experiences are similar. Growing up I saw too many children staring longingly while we went to school or enjoyed an evening out. That stare always haunted me. We had two of our own, so I cannot say that for us it was because we wanted another child. For us, we wanted the child to make a difference. Yes, there is no difference between the three. They are equal in every respect though my other two are much older. Either way, he fulfills us in more ways than one!on Aug 22, 2013
the thoughts mentioned in this article have been living with from some years. but i have still not reached a conclusive stage with family to go for it. i am hoping your words give me lots of inspiration.on Aug 21, 2013
1) Such a shame that the laws are so antiquated; but I have a feeling that adoption and related laws are not a priority for people in this country. 2) And I salute Dilip and his wife!on Aug 21, 2013