A post on Facebook asked this question:
This took me back to 1975 and a very dear friend AC, who also happened to have been my boss at that time. He was retiring and moving to Andorra and was simplifying his possessions to suit the accommodation that awaited him in Andorra.
I was a struggling young man with a small family and had very little furniture. AC knew this well as he had visited our home often. He asked me if I could do him a favour by taking some furniture off his hands and offered two massive arm chairs and a quarter century old chest of drawers. A favour? Those were God sent gifts and I grabbed them with both hands and much gratitude.
The two armchairs, as old as the chest of drawers gave up their ghosts long ago but looked somewhat like this one below.
The Chest Of Drawers however continues to go strong and sits comfortably in my bedroom just short of three years to reach its Platinum Jubilee.
What is the oldest thing in your home?
Yesterday for the first time ever, my son and daughter in love insisted that one of them accompany me when I was going out of our home. I was going to the hospital for my booster dose vaccination. I was a bit annoyed as I had been making small forays outside near my home alone albeit with some difficulty and felt that I could have gone alone and got the work done.
Reality hit me soon enough as walking up to the auto rickshaw stand about a hundred meters away, and getting into one, was quite tasking. At the hospital, navigating the approach steps and the parking lot before the vaccination centre were also equally challenging and I was very happy to have had Ranjan, my son, escorting me as I would have most certainly had a fall or had some other mishap otherwise.
It will be time soon enough for a walker instead of a walking stick or elbow crutches for me. Here too, Manjiree and Ranjan have thoughtfully already bought a foldable walker and kept it in my bedroom.
I am today older and wiser and realise that I have become the proverbial old dodderer. I am also very grateful that I have help at home, a luxury that almost all of my family and friends of my age do not.
Yes, I got bitten by a dog for the first time ever in my life.
I have grown up with pet dogs and have almost always had a dog or two at home and have also interacted with many pet dogs of friends and relatives. I have however not experienced what I did two evenings ago when a pet dog of a friend of mine decided that it would not be friendly and bit me hard on my hand that I had stretched towards it to pet and make friends with it.
It has been a very painful experience despite medication and treatment. I now realise how difficult it would be for someone with only one hand to manage alone in today’s world.
A great lesson learnt and to be thankful for what I have. Also gratitude that I have got away so lightly compared to some others who have paid greater prices for being careless with dogs.
This is the current state of my left hand. Swollen and with two band-aids covering the deepest of the wounds. There are eight more that have dried up which do not need band-aids any more.
Have you ever been bitten by a dog?
My old faithful table top FM radio which I use to listen to while reading my newspapers and solving crossword puzzles gave up its ghost this morning. It has been a very reliable companion for the last six years.
After having investigated online for substitutes, I just asked a dear friend ST, where I could get a reliable replacement and he promptly sent me the name and phone number of a friend of his, PK , who trades in radios and other electronic items. On discussing my requirement, PK offered to get it delivered to me at home later in the day and I agreed. This set was delivered to me just half an hour ago.
Naturally, I am delighted.
The story however does not end there.
On being asked for the cost including delivery charges, PK informed me that it was a gift from ST.
I am blessed to have such friends in my life. I hope that all my readers also are.
Father’s day has been special for me for three, yes, three reasons. Though it was on the day before yesterday, I am able to write only today as the treats for the day arrived only yesterday.
The first treat was this:
My old faithful a cellphone that had served me well for the past three plus years was beginning to show signs of exhaustion and so, my children decided to update me and my phone. This handy gadget without which I cannot imagine a life, came yesterday and was installed properly by the vendor at home as a special treat for a Senior Citizen.
It took some time for me to learn and get used to the new set and I am fortunate to have two resident experts to guide me around which is a biggest Father’s Day gift of them all.
The next item was the final arrival after much following up due to the lockdown of the three set books on Maratha History that I had written about a month ago!
The third and final item is this magnificent book which is out of print and by chance I was able to lay my hands on the last copy available with an online seller.
A very satisfying Father’s Day indeed!
My regular readers will remember my pre Covid partner in crime Ramesh, with whom I used to go to the movies regularly. During almost the whole of last year we did not meet but were in regular telephone touch with each other. This year too we have not met personally yet, though we have seen and spoken to each other on a few occasions, with a fence separating us.
Ramesh rang me up last night to announce that a treat will be delivered to me at home for lunch today. It came just before lunch time and my day was made.
This is Sai Bhaji a dish popular among Sindhis and which Ramesh knows I like very much.
We had made idlies and onion chutney to go with it and the unusual combination was simply sensational.
I over ate and had a blissful siesta and as I write this am full of gratitude for Ramesh and our country’s varieties of cuisines.
Have you experimented with mixing up different cuisines during a single meal?