Monday, July 19, 2021

A book in hand is any day better than a dollar in the pocket!

 They thrill your mind, move your heart, take you deeper into the oceans, farther into the skies, unknown territories, into complex human minds. 


 It is collecting, arranging and rearranging them is another pleasure of its kind.

On a dull rainy evening, she plays Jenga with her collection, stacks them up according to shape, size, and colour one at a time. In between, she flips the pages, inserts her nose deep inside the pages and gasps out Maa how chocolaty and woody they smell; Biblisom is a kind of drug addiction, I guess, for the nerds.

When I was looking for a table to put the laptop on, she instantly created one by stacking books in two rows. Books are a handy tool for her psychic recreation and sometimes physically too.

With no visitors and outings, this lockdown brought entertainment to our doorstep through books.

We had longer evening sessions of spending time on the library couch after her classes. 

While she avoided her school books, I delved deep into her social studies books of classes 9 and 10.; The newfound obsession with geography made me play with maps in my head, on paper, the walls, in the dreams everywhere.


If I cannot travel the world physically, there is always an alternative to it, Social studies books to youtube to google earth. This lockdown, they handheld me into the remotest corners of this globe.

I visited all the seas and zoos, from the Arctic bears, bearded seals, wolfs to Antarctica penguins and killer whales. Sometimes into desserts, other times into space, circled Saturn and mars, empathised with pluto for getting downgraded as a dwarf planet. I visited space stations, hydel power stations, watched the mechanics and making of Brahmos missiles.

Now I am so obsessed with maps that I ordered a world map wallpaper to cover one of the walls inside the house.


The man mocked me for not being a good student in school, for reading geography basics in the mid-'40s, which gave me the much-awaited impetus to yell at him, yes Ji!

 "I have to see all this on youtube because you don't take me anywhere because you are not a travel freak, now don't be a dominating husband, stop taunting me and do not curb my freedom of travelling the world via the maps, at least."

I completed my pilgrimage of char Dham in these two months, circled Kailash Parvathi, trekked to Kedarnath Ji, wandered in the bylanes of Banaras eating puchka and chat, sitting on the ghats watching Ganga aarti, ending the day with a Banarsi paan. Mind it, All this I did without asking for your help!

To which the daughter said, Dad, you purposefully provoke and make her violent. You should see her happiness while reading and watching history movies; she becomes too analytical and starts acting like Sangamitra, Razia sultana; sometimes enters strait of malacca to understand its importance, she makes strategies to curb Chinese aggression in the south china sea. She speaks to Modi about foreign policy as if he is listening to her..lol.

Mom is crazily happy in her world of current affairs and 10th class social studies books.

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The daughter and I are now partners in the crime of reading the books, we shouldn't be at this stage, but who cares for "what should we read when" rules, as long as what we are reading is titillating, stimulating, oxygenating, rewiring and brightening the inside of our heads,

 it's perfectly ok!

She may not crack the Medical entrance for not reading the right books at the right time, I may miss some work, but some misses here and there will help us get some straight hits in the future. I am convinced.


Let us not try to arrange and organise our future sitting in the present, leave some work to the creation. Life is not over in a day week, or in passing an exam or cracking a code; every thought, action and decision has its repercussions. 


My learning: Keep the intent clean and remain engaged with the pains and pleasures of life. Be a little empathetic, be a little giving, be a little caring, be a little helping and leave the rest to creation.



CORONA CHRONICLES

 striking the date off with each passing day

birthdays, anniversaries to destination weddings

turning the calendar to the next page and thereon

waiting for the year-end and a new calendar 

to enter into the repetitive phase of

ticking the dates again

anniversaries to birthdays

celebrations to mournings

playing like a cinema reel

heart reacting only to the aberrations

alas! in no time reverting to the continuity!


corona came and went 

not once but twice

many took it head-on

some survived, few lost to it

survivors wearing the cape of corona warriors 

bereaved living  with permanent  scars

lessons learnt any by bystanders?

Have to wait and watch!


Meanwhile, has corona evolved?

Guess it will exploit

 our  retrograde amnesia 

and catch us incognito 

strike us  while we are land hunting

 or amassing wealth for a luxurious quarantine.


 The Corona prognostics, 

do they have an answer?

How many times will it strike?

once, twice thrice or endless numbers


Someone, please help us see the light.

Handhold us to the end of this tunnel

Please lead us to the world,

devoid of this uncertainty

into the good old times

when we took everything for granted!


Why do I cook a special meal on the days we are invited to a wedding?

 Why do I cook a special meal on the days we are invited to a wedding?

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Every time we receive an invitation to attend a wedding or a reception, I cook an entire meal in the evening because my husband would come back and start looking for food in the fridge.


It is the wedding season from November to June.


The pandals with fragrant flower decorations, the men in colourful turbans, the women in parlour made hair, expensive makeup are a feast to the eys.


The Glittering ghagra/sarees, backless cholis, matching stone studded bangles from wrist to elbow, miniature Mehandi drawing on all the limbs, danglings touching the shoulder and every centimetre of the neck covered in semi-precious jewellery, watching all of them makes the evening worth the time. 


Then the most exciting part is the very enticing widespread multi-cuisine menu laid out on countless tables spread across the extensive lawns of the magnanimous function halls.


NOV-JUNE is the peak wedding season and a very joyous reason for me to bring out my kanjivarams, traditional jewellery.

I love attending weddings for the multitude of sensual and warm indulgences it brings in.


I enjoy sitting on the neatly arranged chairs around the tables, sipping coffee, watching people, throwing blind guesses on the near and dear ones of the bride and groom. 

It is easy to spot the younger siblings of the bride and groom as they will be the ones massively ornamented, moving around actively throwing attitude to the boys eyeing them.

The orchestra becomes a part of the celebrations playing in the backdrop, entertaining the audience, changing the musical notes to match every emotion from varmala to kanyadaan.

 The waiters relentlessly supply beverages and snacks at the table, the perfumed breeze from the fans and coolers in the summers and fireplaces in the winters adding warmth to the festivity.

Marriage ceremonies certainly are the events I look forward to attending. Alas, if I had the option of going to one with friends and not with the family.

Having a husband as an associate at such gatherings is a lopsided match.

I would love to walk directly onto the stage, bless the couple, hand over the gift, get a group photo clicked and isolate myself to a corner table to enjoy the visuals, music and food.

Whereas My husband engages himself in meeting people, discussing work, patients, death, illness, hospitals, new ventures etc. He will stand for hours together, talking, not eating, not drinking, very oblivious to the festivity.

Many times I have to give him company on the same. But with time, I learnt to dodge him and escape to some corner, isolate with a random friend, gossip, eat, listen to live music and make notes mentally. 

I forage through the menu, identifying delicacies, leisurely enjoy the select few.

He is nowhere to be found while I indulge myself in the extravaganza of a wedding evening. 

I stand alone in the group clamouring over others for my turn to eat puchka, the hot chilla and warm jalebi with rabri. I duck the fat-bellied uncle at the fruit chat counter, elude the teenager at the pasta counter, pick my plate, smirking at the losers.

The fun in the food is intensified with the ability to jump the queue.

The hosts will be the happiest if they can see the guests jollify on the food.


He joins me at the fag end while I am enjoying my Sandesh or ice cream.

He doesn't like standing in the line waiting for his turn to take a serving of the malai chingri or bajre ki khichdi, so he hastens up to the table where there is no crowd, picks up whatever is laid on it.

 Hence he misses on many items on other tables.

All he eats is a dessert and a pan that too if there is no waiting time.

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We reach home around midnight. My feet hurt and aching due to the uncomfortable high heeled sandals, the body in pain from carrying a heavy saree and jewellery; I shower, change into pyjamas, hit the bed with the phone in one hand, checking the pics clicked at the wedding.


He will change into his nightclothes, go to the fridge, take out the dishes, warm the food and eat his dinner watching an Indian idol or a cricket match.

I laugh at him on his misplaced priorities.

Who goes to a wedding to meet people, Talk business or stand at a place and discuss a patient with a fellow doctor for hours. 

A wedding, after all, is all about celebration ..food to clothes to makeup to emotions to love to kanyadaan.


But every wedding invitation rings an alarm bell in our kitchen to cook something special at home to compensate for his loss of not enjoying the delicacies.