Gratitude List – December 3, 2011

Saturday was the first day of this winter season that I had to wear a pullover the whole day. The last few years have been warmer than normal and I had not worn any woolens except for a few late nights or very early mornings. One of the deciding factors for our moving to Pune was its winter season and I had missed those the last few years. I began to enjoy the old temperature again.

Mitali as ever helpful, brought some butter/nut biscuits that my father likes. She also brought some chickkoos from her garden. She stayed on for lunch and a long chat in the afternoon. Things are beginning to work out for her and I am happy for her.

Sunday morning, 6 am, I was making coffee for my father and tea for me when my father walked into the kitchen and asked me if there was a likelihood that the surgeon made a mistake while revising my hip joint prosthesis! His paranoid mind must have been mulling over this all night as he still sees me hobbling around with a walker nine weeks after surgery. Since he does not listen to what we tell him, using his hardness of hearing as an excuse, he keeps imagining all kinds of scenarios about everything.

The point of that little story is to highlight my gratitude for not being like that and for having a surgeon who, in my opinion, has done a remarkable job on three separate occasions and ensured that I was able to carry out a far more important duty for eight years.

Later, Pradeep who is no stranger to these pages came over for lunch and a chat but left before I could wake up from my siesta. He did not come empty handed. He brought jalebis and rabri.

On Monday morning, I discovered that two pairs of Red-vented bulbuls, have nested in our garden’s outer hedge.

They used to regularly do so every year but had stopped the last three seasons, no doubt due to the presence of a number of cats in the locality. The cat population seems to have come down, and I am able to see some sparrows which too had stopped visiting our garden. Once I am able to get down into the garden I intend resuming putting bird seed down for them everyday as I used to till they stopped. That would also get the pigeons and doves to come down into the garden.

I had ordered for a copy of a book on Shiva that I had read some time ago and had given away to someone. I wanted to re-read it as I had recently finished reading the sequel to it. It came just at the right time for me to read myself to sleep in the afternoon and again in the night. It was worth the re-read.

Ranjan and I had the chickoos from Mitali’s garden, for breakfast on Tuesday and were surprised at their sweetness. I sent an sms message to her to thank her and she promptly offered to climb the tree again and pluck some more for us!

My daughter in law Leena made and sent across a remarkably well made sambar. Even my father appreciated it, and that is saying something!

On Tuesday evening, I was exposed to two forwarded mails which moved me. The sender, a dear friend, knew that they would move me and sent them along in succession to get the right impact. I posted about both of them on Wednesday.

My friends Nat and Usha about who I had written last December, paid me a surprise visit on Wednesday. It was a delightful reunion for the surprise element of it.

The photograph does not do justice to them as I took the photograph using my cell phone and while sitting on my throne!

If there was one event during the week that I was most thankful for, that happened on Thursday. One of my father’s bank transactions had to be transacted, and Ranjan and I had planned to get it done on Friday. My father got all antsy and was annoyed at what he called our dilly dallying and since Ranjan had fixed other appointments, I had to request Leena to help and she spared her assistant Sandeep who cheerfully handled the matter.

I perhaps sounded pathetic, but my bank sent an executive across to my home to complete some formalities with my account, on Saturday. My father who is a hard core public sector votary was quite impressed! I also got news that Anil is now fully recovered and active and making life miserable for a lot of people who would rather that he was ill and stayed at home. Anil, I hope that you are reading this.

Peer Pressure.

Welcome to the Friday Loose Bloggers Consortium where twelve of us write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been chosen by Ashok. The eleven other bloggers who write regularly are, in alphabetical order, Conrad, Delirious, gaelikaa, Grannymar, Magpie, Maria SF, ocdwriter, Padmum, Paul, Rohit and Will. Do drop in on their blogs and see what their take is on this week’s topic. Since some of them may post late, do give some allowance for that too!

I sure hope that Ashok made a typo. I qualify to be an errorist.

I never had nor do I now have, peer pressure. I have always had and continue to have peer pleasure.

My peers introduced me to all the good things of life. Smoking, drinking, good eating, gambling, sports, music, dance, reading, writing, spirituality, cooking, partying and so on and so forth. It was all peer pleasure all the way.

Just look at it now. My peers on and offline share their experience, strength and hopes with me about their own trysts with hip and/or knee replacement, recovery, gadgets and so on. I can assure you that it is all peer pleasure. They have great hearts and want to share their joy of post surgery living experiences with me and give me hope and cheer me up. Other peers just simply remind me of all the good things in store for me post my house arrest and in the mean time come over or call me up and cheer me up.

I derive great pleasure from my peers. None of them try to pressurise me into doing anything. It is total bliss.

On the other hand, I suppose modern peer pressure and the media’s idea of beauty, has its advantages as well. The physician son of a very dear friend of mine recently announced that he is going back to medical school/internship to eventually become a plastic surgeon. His logic is simple. It is a field that offers maximum returns on the investment made in learning. I am not surprised.

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So Clean You Could Eat Off The Road.

“So clean you could eat off the floor.”
[of a room or a house] very clean. Her kitchen is so clean you could eat off the floor! It’s so clean here you could eat off the floor. I prefer a little mess, myself.
See also: clean, could, eat, floor

McGraw-Hill Dictionary of American Idioms and Phrasal Verbs. © 2002 by The McGraw-Hill Companies, Inc.

But eat Marmite off the road?