Number Of Homes In My Life.


I received this cryptic message on WhatsApp and having nothing better to do, I thought that I will count from my childhood and see how many in my life. The results are:

  1. 1. Before I started being aware of what was happening around me, my parents lived in three different places while I was a babe in arms. So, 3.
    2. After I became aware of what was happening around me, we were in Chennai and lived in three homes. During that period I was left with my uncle for one year. So, 4.
    3. We then shifted to Hyderabad where I lived with my parents in one home and then on my own in three different places. So, 4.
    4. Then back to Chennai till 1965 when I lived partly with my parents, as a paying guest and then in a hostel altogether in six different places. So, 6.
    5. Then two years in Ahmedabad in a hostel. So, 1.
    6. That was followed by one stretch of seven months in Mumbai with my parents. 1.
    7. That was followed by two years of living off a suitcase, travelling many parts of South India.
    8. I then got married and after a brief homeless stretch, set up our first home in Delhi. 1.
    9. After that, we got posted to Mumbai on three separate occasions. 3
    10. Kolkata on one occasion. 1
    11. Kerala on one occasion. 1
    12. Delhi on one occasion again. 1
    13. Bengaluru on one occasion. 1
    14. Then finally to Pune thirty plus years ago where we have put down deep roots. 1
    15. While the home in Pune was functioning tickety-boo, I set up home twice in Tirupur in the South of India on two occasions on special assignments. 2
  2. That makes for thirty places where I have lived for long periods over my entire life.  That makes me a way-above-average person.  Should I be happy?

Jailed!

A dear friend Jayant, shared this image in a WhatsApp group page this morning.
If this is the case, I am very much in jail now.

In fact, I have been in jail since May 23, 1999. Before that, I was touching/sipping/drinking alcohol every day for 26 years. Perhaps that was being on probation. Prior to that, I was tippling once in a way, thanks to our glorious prohibition policy.

When I shared this image with some of my friends on WhatsApp, almost all of them said that they were in jail too as we are all from the generation of Indians who woke up before sunrise and followed all the other conditions in the list.

Are you in or out of jail?

Indian Behaviour.

This video is so typical of many Indians that I simply had to share it with my readers.    While being quite funny, this video shows the behaviour of my generation of Indians who grew up during our glorious socialistic days when tooth paste was a luxury just like many other things that now are not, were, then.

While we did not go to the great lengths that the lady in the video does, we did innovate to get the last bit of paste out of our toothpaste tubes. All households had this gadget in their bathroom cabinets.

The tube’s bottom was inserted in the slot between the two shafts and the key turned to roll up the tube till the last bit was squeezed out.

Yes, we went through those times which seem so strange to today’s generation of Indians.

Do you remember any such gadgets in your childhood?

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?

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.