Nothing Really Happened.

A dear friend sent this little poem in Hindi to me with his best wishes.

Let me try and make justice by translating it to have the same effect in English.

Nothing really happened
Broke the heart a little
Alienated a few people
Shattered a few dreams
Nothing really happened
Just lost some sleep
Just some joy was taken away
Nothing really happened
Just lost myself
Nothing really happened
Just a dear one made me weep.

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Is It More Important To Be Respected Or Liked?

This is the question that my co-blogger Shackman asks for this week’s 2 on 1 Friday blog post. Please do go over to his blog . T to see what he has to say on the topic. Thank you.

My answer is very simple.

Neither.

I would prefer to be accepted as I am, as I accept almost all those who cross my path.

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Monsoon Rains.

A friend sent me these two clips to show how beautiful our Western Ghats are during the monsoon. They are also under human attack about which the less said the better.

In just about an hour’s drive from my home, we can get to see these sights.

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Two Lives.

No, I don’t mean the Dr Jekyll and Mr Hyde lives. I grant my readers that I do know some of that type too but, I mean the lives that Confucius talks about.My second life started, strangely enough in an ICU ward of a hospital here in Pune in February, 2001. I had undergone revision to a revised hip joint and the trauma almost killed me on the surgeon’s table. I was in the ICU for a week and subsequently in the private room for another week before I could get back home whereas, I was released from the hospital after the earlier revision, in just one week’s time.

Those two weeks  on a hospital bed, gave me a great deal of time to think about my mortality and how ephemeral my life really is.  That the period coincided with my retirement from active career pursuits made it easier for me to stop chasing rainbows and spend quality time with my family and friends.  That it also coincided with my care giving duties for my late wife made it all the more imperative that I made the best use of the time given with her.

A bit of why-me-itis did follow when my late father moved in with me to spend his last days but though that was an unpleasant situation, I still did not go back to pursuits other than those that gave me joy.  I continue to live like that and am helped in that way of life by very understanding family and friends who have seen me before and after and prefer the latter.

I am indebted to Ekoshapu for inspiring me to write this post. Please take a bow Sir!  And, just to inspire you in return, here is something to mull over.

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Cause And Effect.

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Gratitude.

The idea for this week’s topic for our weekly 2 on 1 Friday blog post came when I was musing over my life while having my tea, early in the morning, sitting on my comfortable chair in our verandah, enjoying the fresh morning activities in our garden as well as watching the passing parade outside the garden.

There was much to be grateful on that particular morning as the previous evening I had had an attack of gastritis. Earlier in the day, I had over indulged in a favourite sweet dish called Mawa Jalebi that Ranjan had brought home from a Sweet Shop adjacent to the office of one of his clients. Late in the evening, I started feeling uneasy and by 9.00 pm was in great pain below the ribcage and despite taking some readily available antacids from the medicine chest, I was not getting any relief. Ranjan stepped out to check and found that our family doctor, whose clinic is just across the road from our home, was still open for consultation. I rang him up to check if I could come over. He was just about to close shop but, asked me to come over and I landed up at 9.45 pm at his clinic. He examined me and gave me the assurance that I will feel comfortable soon, dispensed some medicine, gave me an injection and I returned home. I started feeling better almost immediately and by 11.00 pm was fast asleep.

I said to myself that morning that, I was grateful for such a considerate son who brought my favourite sweet dish, I had medicines at home for emergency treatment, I was able to consult my family doctor despite the hour being late, at a clinic that was just across the road from my home, and was able to comfortably sleep the pervious night after having spent a very uncomfortable evening.

That reminiscing led me to consider how many things that I was grateful for in my life at that point of time and I drew up a list as follows.

1. A series of developments led me to settle down in Pune and buy a very comfortable home when I had had no plans to do that before those developments. All that happened after our moving to Pune in 1990 in this home, were, experiences that had brought me to this stage of life in my late seventies where, I can comfortably look back at my life and be content. Just imagine, my bank, hair dressing saloon, pedicurist, doctor and grocer are all just across the road from my home. I have many restaurants very near us where I can choose from a wide variety of cuisine to go to, or, order for home delivery.

2. I have a devoted son and a daughter in love, who mollycoddle me and spoil me silly.

3. Despite both hip joints having been replaced and revised twice each, and in addition, afflicted with COPD, I am able to live a comfortable life if not a very active one. I have a home that provides me with comfortable furniture and ambience that allows to live such a life.

4. I have an extended family who support and cheer me almost on a daily basis thanks to modern social media and telephony.

5. I have a wide circle of friends from all over the world who are in regular touch and, who too,  cheer me up considerably.

6. I have enough resources to indulge in my passion for solving crossword puzzles and read.

7. I am blessed with very loyal and efficient help who have been with us for decades and who are now part of our family. They are available to be summoned on a 24/7 basis and that is a great feeling of security when, my son and daughter in love, take the odd vacation and, I have to be alone at home.

8. I have two dogs at home who seem to have ESP and come to be next to me whenever I feel a bit melancholic.  They act like pick me ups that act magically and the mood changes almost instantly.

9.  There are many more smaller things in my life about which I am very grateful, listing of which will however bore my readers.

Let me therefore share the biggest development for which I am most grateful.  It was my doctor ringing me up the following day after my consultation, to check how I was.  When he found me quite cheerful and back to my normal flippant self, he said -” You are very lucky that it was not a heart attack which I had to eliminate first in my examination, as you had pain in your chest.”  I quipped – “Thank God that it was only a fart attack!”

Are you surprised that I am very grateful for a naturally endowed with, sense of humour?

Please do go over to Shackman’s blog to see what he has to say on the topic.  Thank you.

 

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Shero!

A lady who I have known for the past seventy years sent me this image on WhatsApp, with a narrative “That’s me, that’s me, that’s me!”

I responded with “Yes, it is, Yes, it is, Yes, it is!”

She, quite accustomed to having the last word, added that a mutual friend commented on the same post calling her, her Shero!

What a lovely word to replace the “Heroine”!

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A Cow Plays Football In India.

You must have heard the term, Holy Cow used often and sometimes derogatorily as well. In India, the cow is even sacred and there is a legal ban on slaughter of cows. You can see them wandering all over Indian roads after having been abandoned when they stop being productive.

They are great survivors and some of them can be quite comic providing unexpected treats now and then. Here is a scene from our famous state of Goa which is home to some fiercely competitive football teams.

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Kitchen Garden.

My daughter in love who is the boss of the garden at home had gone off to her mother’s place to mother-sit her mother recovering from a minor ailment. Her assistant and companion Mangal who is more or less the second in command at home also was absent shifting residence and I had a brilliant idea of having pudina (mint) chutney for lunch. The other help Shweta was duly deputed to purchase a bunch of mint leaves from the market and fortunately, the bunch remained unground due to a series of unplanned for developments.

Today, both the ladies are back on duty and when I requested that the chutney be made, I had the mortification of being informed of my ignorance of the mint leaves growing in our own garden.
This is the patch in which both betel leaves and mint leaves are grown. I had known about the former in the garden as I have a few every day after lunch. I was blissfully ignorant of the latter also being grown in the patch.

The DIL got the garden mint leaves to show me when I was amazed at the size of the leaves. I promptly got the market bought leaves out from the fridge and you can see the difference. The home grown ones are on the left.
Mint chutney to my liking cannot be made without a generous addition of green chillies and lo and behold I was informed that they too are grown in our garden.
Rummuser is mighty pleased that he can now have his favourite chutney whenever he wants by just accessing the major ingredients from his own garden!

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Diversity.


Wow! What a topic suggested by Shakman to write on for this week’s Friday 2 on 1 Blog Post! The other blogger Shackman is an American and I, an Indian. Two remarkably diverse nations. On the assumption that Shackman will be writing about the USA’s diversity, let me address ours.

India has 29 states and 7 Union Territories. My Western readers will understand the latter if I use “Federally Administered Territories.”

Its citizens speak 22 major languages written in 13 different scripts, with over 720 dialects.

Every religion with all their sub-sects of the world is present here plus some odd local ones too.

Its geography encompasses mountain ranges, plains, coastal regions, huge lakes, deserts and some peculiar to India features like back waters, inland islands, mangroves and dense forests.

Its wildlife too is highly diverse with different regions home to different species. Its fauna too is highly diverse again based on regional and climatic differences.

Its people vary in colour from very fair to very dark with a great many somewhere in between.

Its history too is a fascinating collage of different types of rulers in different parts and times. Its history goes back to more than five thousand years of civilised existence and there are traces of primitive societies in existence even today.

Our politicians never tire of talking about our “unity in diversity”.  While they talk, the ordinary Indian simply practices it.

Having looked at the macro India, let us take a look at the micro level.  I think that I represent a fairly representative person of modern urban Indian.  While such examples are more now a days with increasing exposure to the outside world, my family started the process of diversifying from my father’s generation.  We had an uncle who first married a Caucasian Australian and subsequently an Anglo Indian Roman Catholic.  Another uncle married outside our subcaste of Hindus as did an aunt.  In my generation, I directly have two caucasian sisters in law, one a Scot and another an American Southern Belle.  I married outside my language caste and religion and my son married outside our linguistic background.  In the next generation we have just about all possible combinations of nationalities and religions and I have nephews and nieces who are Christians, Muslims and even Jew.  That apart from the other linguistic and regional differences.  So, my extended family can also be called as a very diversified one as can many other families of my friends.

Taking another area of diversity in my personal life, my blog world consists of friends from New Zealand, Australia, Canada, The USA, The UK, Indonesia, and many parts of India. I visit and comment on many blogs from all over the world too. In this process of visiting and commenting, both learn from each other and are richer for that.

With modern communication methods increasingly making the world a very small place, I think that such diversified families and nations will be more the rule than the exception in the next few decades.

Please do go over to Shackman’s blog to see what he has to say on the topic.  Thank you.

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