For Indians, the climb into the middle class is a family affair
But affluence – like a separate bedroom for the kids and a good education – could change the culture.
By Indian standards, Aditya Kumar has made it. He has a secure government job and his mother, wife, and two kids live in one of the largest homes in this village.Skip to next paragraph
What he – and many in the Indian middle class – don't have is much autonomy. Mr. Kumar dreams of being an entrepreneur living in a big city. Instead, he's stuck halfway.
During the week, he lives and works as a youth development officer in Agra, the nearest city. On weekends, he takes a four-hour bus ride back here to his family.
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With his mother's pension, Kumar's family has purchased three taxis. He wants to scale up this side business and quit his job. But such decisions in India aren't left to one person. "I do not have the ability to choose the business I want to because [my mother] won't approve," says Kumar, who is 38. As for moving, "she said 'I will never leave this home.' I did not find it right to leave my mother alone."
His wife, Babita, also wants him to stay in his "respectable" job. She, meanwhile, wanted to work as a teacher, but her husband convinced her to take care of the home because he and his mother already work.
"A lot of these choices become more family choices than individual choices," explains Sonalde Desai, a sociologist with the National Council of Applied Economic Research in Delhi. But it would be incorrect to say that economic growth isn't expanding freedom, she says. "It's a freedom that you can transcend the circumstances that you came from, that your children can transcend those circumstances – transcend as a family."
Kumar's mother, Reshmi Devi, prays cross-legged before Hindu gods arranged in a shrine she had built in a quiet, upstairs nook of the house. At age 63, she has achieved serenity unimaginable even two decades earlier, when she lived on this same land in a one-room mud hut with a dirt floor.
The matriarch hauled her family into the middle class through education, even though she was removed from school after Grade 5 and sent to live with her husband at age 13. At that tender age, she realized that her new husband was a struggling carpenter who couldn't support a family.
"I went up to him and asked, 'How can we supplement it?' There was no other thing I could think of than getting educated," says Mrs. Devi. Her father-in-law forbade it. Women weren't supposed to leave the home. But at 18, with her husband's permission, she returned to the classroom alongside girls as young as 8.
Five years later, Devi had enough education to qualify for a well-paid government job as a nurse in a hospital. Her husband, "a good man," she says, braved village derision and agreed to be Mr. Mom to their kids.
A framed photo of Devi's late husband hangs close to the living-room ceiling, centered above the TV and the framed honor roll certificates of her grandchildren.
Devi's sole purpose for the money she earned was educating her three children well. She then turned to building a proper house because "I had to get my kids married off. Where will my daughter-in-law stay? Where will my son's children live?"
She stayed put in this rural region where migrant workers returning by train pull the emergency chain and jump into the wheat fields to save a long trip from distant stations.