An Uncle, A Sister And Coffee.

Please be a little patient with me. This story has to unfold in a particular way for my overseas readers.

Please see this clip first.

I am not a coffee person but, my late father was. When he came to live his last few years with me, he was not satisfied with the instant coffee that was available in Pune and wanted the traditional South Indian coffee made twice a day for him. That was made exactly as shown in the above video for him by me and I became quite an expert in making it.

First I had to buy a filter and since my father was willing to compromise on the filter and dishes needed, I had to invest in a stainless steel filter and a set of the vessels shown in the clip but, in stainless steel instead of the brass varieties shown in the video. I had to resort to this as, the stores in Pune had only the stainless steel varieties as shown below.

After my father died, all these were stowed away and I even forgot all about them till last week I got a cryptic message on my phone from a stranger advising me that I was to expect a set of brass vessels from someone called V S Mani. Since I had not ordered anything from them, I probed and found another cryptic message from my dear and one and only sister that she had arranged for it in memory of our long departed uncle named V A S Mani who always called himself Victory Always Sure Mani.

The parcel duly arrived this morning and it contained this combination:

My son, who is a coffee addict promptly tried out the coffee and certified it to be of excellent quality and recommended it highly to me. I shall shortly try it out as it does not need a filter and it is the instant variety. I have however just stowed away the brass vessels as I have no use for them.

I hope that now the topic for this post and the contents justify each other.

Do you drink coffee? Do you go through some rigmarole like what is shown in the video?

Regrets.

The idea for this blog’s topic came when I was listening to one of my all time favourite songs by Frank Sinatra, “My way”. Part of the lyrics goes thus:

Regrets, I’ve had a few
But then again, too few to mention
I did what I had to do
I saw it through, without exemption
I planned each chartered course
Each careful step along the by-way
And more, much more than this
I did it, my way.

Unlike Old Blue Eyes, I have had many regrets but, like him, I did what I had to do and saw through all of them without exception.

In all honesty though, I can’t say that I planned each¬† chartered course, each careful step along the by-ways. In most cases the seeing through was just giving the regret enough time.

I list some of the regrets that I still am wistful about in the order that they happened.

  1. My inability to join the Indian Navy due to my myopia.
  2. Breaking up with my first lady love due to religious differences.
  3. Inability to join the Indian Army during the Emergency Commission Scheme despite having been selected, due to pressure from my family not to.
  4. Not serving the entire employment period till retirement with an organisation where I had worked for 26 years, due to differences of opinion on policies and my personal commitments.
  5. Not being able to complete a contract with another employer due to family constraints.
  6. These were the major regrets that I had but, like all of us, I have had many more small ones which did not bother me too much.

For those who would like to hear Old Blue Eyes, it gives me great pleasure to include this video.

This is my take on this week’s Friday 3 On 1 blog posts where Sanjana, Shackman and I write on the same topic. Today’s topic has been suggested by me. Please do go over to the other two blogs to see what they have to say on the same topic. Thank you.

Malhar.

As my readers know well, I am fascinated by synchronicity in my life. When it happens, I am not only zapped but, also full of wonder at the occurrence.

I am fascinated by Maratha history and this morning I went online to check on some matters relating to Malhar Rao Holkar, one of our great historical heroes. I did this to follow up on something that I saw last evening on a TV serial on his daughter in law Ahilyabai Holkar.

I was interrupted by a call from a friend who like me is a pluophile and lover of Hindustani Classical Music, asking me to read a WhatsApp message that he had sent me.

The message gave me a link to a Youtube clip of Ustad Rashid Khan singing Raag Malhar.  Both the singer and the raag are favourites of mine the latter particularly in the monsoons.

So many things leading me to an amazing experience of great weather and fantastic music.

My Favourite Place.

We call it ‘verandah’ here and I love to sit here on two occasions. Early in the mornings while I have my waker upper mug of tea and when it is raining.

Just see how beautiful the falling rain is when viewed from my favourite perch in our verandah!

I too consider the time spent there well wasted.

Do you have a favourite place like that where time spent will be well wasted?

Dogs.

Our lady of the house, Chutki has taken ill and has been hospitalised the last two nights. Her absence is most felt by me as she tails me around wherever I go and likes to keep an eye on me. I was told by a dog mind reader that it was her maternal instinct and she considers me as her child.

On the other hand, the same person told me that when she was with my son and daughter in love, she thought that she was their baby and that she was human.

What a split personality. Despite all that, I miss her and hope that she will get well soon and return home and to me.