Wednesday, January 29, 2014

Foggy morning!

Mr. Sun shone beautifully all day yesterday,
and woke up tired and grumpy this morning.
"Shining feels like too much work," he said,
So he stretched out, grabbed a blanket of fog,
covered his head, and went right back to bed.

Friday, January 24, 2014

''Sorting Out Sid - Beer and Blogger Contest''

If, like me, you enjoy reading Yashodhara's blog and have enjoyed her first book, "Just Married, Please Excuse,"  you would be eagerly awaiting her second book, Sorting Out Sid. (I'm happy to say that I received mine a couple of days ago and it was worth the wait)
It's available now on Flipkart.

 Here's my entry for The Sorting Out Sid - Beer and Blogger Contest which is open till the 31st of January 2014: there's still time, so let's hear your beer stories too, dear readers!

                                            
                                             The Very High Cost of Beer

Beer costs what it costs, right? And it isn't expensive the way a good wine or a single malt can be.
And what would I know anyway? I'm a fake teetotaller who doesn't drink any form of alcohol, but happily consumes it in cakes and desserts. (That's not really relevant here). The SRE used to enjoy his drinks, including his beer, until a major health scare in 1998, which completely cured him of  his addiction to cigarettes, and also put a stop to his consumption of alcohol. It wasn't exactly forbidden, but since he was coming to terms with a new set of rules for his 'new' life, he decided not to drink at all. He would very very occasionally have a can of non-alcoholic beer, just for fun.

Cut to 2010. We were on holiday, one leg of which involved a cruise on the Nile. We would get up early each morning, go and visit the magnificent monuments along the river- all the way from the many many sphinxes in Luxor to the Valley of the Kings to the sheer magnificence of the Aswan Dam. We'd get back to our cruise boat for lunch and a much needed siesta, after our early start and morning of sight seeing in the enervating September heat. The evenings were spent on the upper deck of the ship, watching the sights on the river banks as we gently floated past. I would enjoy a cup or two of tea and cookies, and feel blissfully indolent and totally relaxed, as I absent mindedly read a few pages of my book while occasionally gazing at the river.  I think it was the sheer perfection of the setting that awakened the SRE's dormant thirst. The cruise ship had no such thing as non-alcoholic beer, so regular beer it was. A few beers over a few days in a perfect setting were enough to change the habits of the past twelve years.........


                                                                                               Aswan Dam

The beer seed was sown. Once the holiday was over, beer became a part of our lives once more. Which was all very well, but for its effect on the SRE's waistline. The suit he had worn a few months ago became unwearable by the time he had to travel abroad the following February. A new business suit was tailored for him, with the requisite margins. However, the margins cannot keep up with the impact of the beer on the waistline, so expensive suits have become a recurrent motif  in our lives. Our driver inherited a couple of them, some have been reserved so that the younger son can get them altered to his size. And so, to my great chagrin, the hidden costs far outweigh the actual cost of beer.......
Cheers!

Tuesday, January 21, 2014

To my older son, on his birthday

My older son is thirty four today.
This is his second birthday as a married man, his first as a prospective father.
I can imagine him as tender, gentle and protective towards his yet-to-be-born daughter, utterly charmed by her.

And then I see him as I first saw him, through the hospital nursery window, with one eye closed, one open.
I was terrified.

The next time I saw him, it was the other eye that was open, to my great relief!

 Babies can terrify you.
Their well-being becomes the focus of your lives.
Each sneeze and rash and fall carries so much angst, and so much useless and unnecessary guilt.

Babies, though, are tougher and more resilient than you think they are.

Dear Anand, your life will change in unimaginable ways, as did ours.
Enjoy these few months of prospective fatherhood. And then the utterly exhausting magnificent chaos of early parenthood!

My son, the householder, the husband, the teacher, the father-to-be, the player of many roles.
May this birthday bring to you a wonderfully joyous and fulfilling year.
God bless you, now and always........



Thursday, January 16, 2014

Slow down, 2014!

Half of January is over, and no post.
Life has been busy, what with a nephew's silver wedding celebration, a friend's daughter's beautiful beach wedding in Goa, and a slew of weddings this week/weekend.
The house is a mess.
Too much to do.

So much to write about.......
Bear with me, dear blog and blog readers, we shall meet again soon.

Thursday, December 19, 2013

Of concerts, hospitals, and a poem!

This past weekend was eventful indeed!
Saturday morning was unusually relaxed for us- ever since we've moved here we have been busy, either in the house or chasing/being chased by the bank!
We even had coffee with our breakfast (we usually have buttermilk or juice), lounged around, and relaxed after lunch.
We went with our younger daughter to hear Anoushka Shankar at the Talkatora Indoor Stadium.
Google maps helped us upto a point, after which we had to ask our way. It was not an easy route, so we felt very triumphant when we finally got there.
We stood in line for about forty minutes until entry into the venue commenced.
It was really interesting.  I'd never heard Anoushka Shankar play before, and was charmed both by her performance and her compositions. She was accompanied by a vocalist who also played the piano and the cello, a cellist who also played the piano, a mridang player, who also played the morchang and the ghaatam, a shehnai player, and a percussionist who played the drums as well as a wholly enchanting instrument I'd never heard before: the hang. Here's a sample for those of you who are as ignorant as we were. It was a truly memorable evening. It was also memorable in that the RE actually shared the bar of dark chocolate that I had in my handbag: he is a wonderful spouse who only gets me good chocolate but never eats any! (Our daughter didn't want any).
We went straight to our older daughter's home, so that we wouldn't miss much of  '24', a highly action packed TV serial that is broadcast on Friday and Saturday. She'd made a fabulous kheer with jaggery, so we had our dessert before going home for a late dinner.

Even though we were up till late, I woke up early on Sunday morning and was pottering around in the kitchen when I heard the RE stir. I entered our room and he asked me to call his nephew ( a cardiologist) as his pulse was racing. We were advised to go to the hospital at once, and treatment for tachycardia was started immediately.  The doctors spoke of perhaps having to give an electric shock if the patient didn't respond to the intravenous medication. The kids all rallied around, and we spent time together, being allowed to see the patient only very briefly at infrequent intervals. We were most relieved when he responded to the injections and was allowed to go home on Tuesday afternoon.

On Wednesday the Resident Poet came up with this gem:

Dil ka Dimaag

Dil ka kya hai, woh to baccha hai
Bachpan se jawani tak kitnee bar
Humey rulaaya or pitwaya hai
Dil ka kya tha, kaheen bhi ulajh jata tha
Badnam hum hote they, gam ke ansoo hum bahaate
Humne socha sattheeaney ke baad sambhal gaya hoga

Per parsoan to hadd ho gayee
Laga belagaam ghode sa bhaagney, hospital pahunchey
Doctor ne apni bhasha mey bataaya,
Humey yeh samajh mai aaya
DIL KA DIMAG KHARAAB HO GAYA THA
Shock de kar usey raah pe lana hoga
Shock ke naam se Dil thoda ghabraaya
Humney usey samjhaya:
Dekh abhee bahut kam baaqi hain
Aanewali potee ko Mahabharata kee kahani sunani hai,
Aam aadmi ki party ko Dilli kee gaddi dilanee hai
Ek rotey dost ko manaana hai
Ram key lakhon bhai Shyam kee naukree ka jugaad lagaana hai
Philhal toh dil maan gaya hai
Per dil ka kya, dil to baccha hai, akal ka kaccha hai
Per imaandar aur saccha hai

Imaandaar aur saccha hai,
Iraadey ka pakka hai
Dimaag ke sotey shaayar ko jaga
Yeh khud behak kar sambhal gaya


The various tests conducted in the hospital did not indicate any specific cause.
My personal belief is that it was the unexpected combination of chocolate and coffee (which he is not at all used to) which might have caused the tachycardia. The doctor has asked him to avoid tea and coffee, so the RE is drinking hot lemon and honey instead, and relishing it. He is absolutely convinced that his heart went crazy for awhile- dil ka dimaag is the new phrase in our lives.
He's relaxing at home now, and will go for a check up next week.

Tuesday, December 10, 2013

Strange Dream

I dreamt, this morning,
that I'd had a fight with my mother
and she'd gone to stay
with my sister-in-law
(my husband's sister,
not my brother's wife).
And when I get back
from whereverI had to go to,
ready to apologise, and to hug her
I see her at home, sitting,
forlorn, thinner and paler than I've ever seen her
in a dull peachy beige saree,
her eyes bereft, and I know that she's a widow
which is really very strange,
as she predeceased my father
nearly four years ago..........

Tuesday, November 26, 2013

Settling in!


November is almost over and this post has been sadly neglected, not even a quarter written.
My maid has been ill and absent, and I have a sinkful of dishes awaiting me, but this is today's resolution- completion of this post!


It started with the container with our unaccompanied earthly goods entering the building complex, and parking itself outside our building, after a delay of a few hours because of the rain. The rain seems to be chasing our stuff since the time we were leaving Kolkata!
It now seems like a lifetime ago that we were dealing with the madness of unpacking. Finding new homes for your things in a new space is challenging, to say the least, particularly when there are several men working simultaneously and you are trying to answer several questions and also be in several different rooms at the same time! Thankfully we were still staying with our older daughter, so we could go home and rest our weary bones after a hard day's work. It was two days of utter chaos, different people opening different boxes in different rooms. On the first day, the 10th October, I had sat near the front door, ticking off each item from the packers' master list while the SRE ensured that they went into the correct rooms. On day two, the workers unpacked almost everything, apart from the boxes of books and CDs which we planned to unpack later, when we had space for them.
Two of our new neighbours sent over large quantities of delicious prasad as it was Ashtmi, some of which we shared with all the workers, the rest was more than enough for our lunch. Our daughter also came in, with her electric kettle, teabags and a delicious doughnut and plans for lunch. It was a relief having the packers finally leave that evening while we started the slow process of arranging the house.
My younger daughter's maid helped me arrange the kitchen one afternoon. She has been part of the family for many years, and it is a pleasure to work with her.
One neighbour suggested that her part-time help also work for us, so that was organised too.
(She's taken a lot of sick leave, though, which makes life a bit difficult).
We moved in on the 18th October, the day the gas line was connected.( No more cylinders, we have piped gas).

The fridge fitted into its designated area in the kitchen. It is a big fridge, so the SRE was a bit concerned. Given that he has retired and rarely travels, I can  now drop the Sometimes and retain the Resident Engineer! After more than seven years I actually have my fridge inside the kitchen!


We had our bed assembled in the guest room, as we needed another double bed.
The master bedroom was a dumping ground for several days. We bought the new bed and finally moved into the same room that our clothes were occupying.

We bought office furniture for the Resident Engineer's home office, where he spends much of his day.
It wasn't easy adjusting our drawing room furniture to a smaller space, but after a frank suggestion from our son-in-law, I removed a couple of chairs and our living room is spacious once more. It is flooded with sunlight every morning, while the bedrooms get the afternoon sun!
We also discovered the wonderful Amar Colony furniture market, which we had heard about from our daughters, both of whom have acquired beautiful things there. My first purchase was this full length mirror. I prefer to tie my sarees with the help of a long mirror.
The laundry hamper is from Dastkar Haat! It was wonderful, discovering new places in Delhi.

We hunted, unsuccessfully, in several places for a bookshelf, and finally took ourselves back to Amar Colony. This time we were more familiar with the place. It is a market of several rows, each of which is several yards deep. There are all kinds of antiques and restored furniture, as well as new stuff, some of which is 'distressed'. We walked down several rows, almost finalising one bookshelf or the other, while I insisted on going till the very end, where I found perfection!!!! This was a double shelf, not very tall, way beyond our budget but utterly beautiful and utterly irresistible: it is many mutual presents rolled into one!
We kept it empty for a few days as we'd bought it just before Diwali, which was a busy time for us.
Unpacking books and CDs was a big job- many books had to be put back into cartons and kept away in the staff/store room.I also spent a couple of sleepless nights worrying about the carton of my favourite CDs that seemed to have vanished, but it was fortunately located.


We had a lovely time at Diwali, spending time with family. There was much coming and going.
We also enjoyed a visit to a Diwali Mela with the kids. While eating interesting things like moong pakodi, mirchi vada, moong dal halwa and rabdi with jalebi, we made sure that we were drinking mineral water!
There were lovely stalls with goods from all over the country, which we enjoyed looking at but were not interested in buying as we are still somewhat overwhelmed by packing and unpacking our material goods.
Since we are presently living in a rented place while waiting for our own apartment to be completed, in about a year or so, our future holds one more house move. We should have recovered from this one by then!