My niece Riya posted this photograph on FaceBook.

Is that not beautiful?

In Tamil Nadu on Krishna’s birthday, there is a tradition of printing out a child’s footsteps symbolising the visit to the home by Baby Krishna to steal butter. The printing is done by wetting ones heel of the hand and dipping it into a plate of rice flour and transferring the flour to the floor. After the necessay number of such imprints are made, toes are added.

Riya’s post brought back those old memories when we used to look forward to this festival for its goodies. As I type this however, we are at the beginning of the eleven days of Ganesh Chathurthi and I have already had a healthy dose of modaks.

Weekly Recap – 10.

Saturday was a day of a house full of ardent animal lovers who came to finalise a program of action at the initiative of my son Ranjan who is deeply involved in this activity. For the first time, I met some people whose names I had heard of but had never met. One of them was a lady that I used to see in our local park without knowing anything about her and thinking of her as being rather aloof, and it was gratifying that she was a warm caring person willing to go out of her way to see that stray animals got a humane treatment.

As though that was not enough, Ranjan’s girl friend brought home-made Modaks which sent my father into rapture and me into nostalgia for my mother’s cooking.

Sunday had me reading a remarkable book on Vedanta about which I had not heard till very recently. It is by an author who I regard highly for being enlightened and gracious and it was everything that I expected from an author of his caliber.

Monday brought great news in that my GP who had been ill for 8 weeks had resumed his clinic. I went to congratulate him and to welcome him back as well as to update him on my own problems. He perused all the reports and gave the green signal for the surgery and this was music to my father’s ears, who wanted his confirmation.

The carpenter who is to modify some furniture for my future use came over and took measurements and assured that everything would be ready by the time I returned from the hospital.

A difficult client was handled tactfully and his fresh orders booked.

Tuesday brought great news that my physician sister in law and her husband, my cousin, will be in Pune during and immediately after my surgery to keep my father comfortable. That is the best news that I could have hoped for.

My classmate in Vedanta studies and fellow spiritual traveler surprised me with a book on Vedanta, a primer as it were, which had been out of print for some time and which I very much wanted. I had given my copy away to my nephew who is just starting his own jouney and I have found it necessary to go back to basics and this book is truly a Godsend. Thank you Kusum.

Wednesday brought bad news as well as good news in that a dear friend of mine, a fellow member of the Replaced Hips Club, fell down and got seriously injured. Luckily, despite abrasions and lesions, no bones were broken and her replaced hip is intact. She needs to rest and recover and it gave me great pleasure to advise her to do that as, she has been badgering me with that advise for some time now.

Wednesday also saw my interview for a caregivers portal being published; and another friend coming to my help with a wheel chair for another friend. I am not at liberty to write about either in detail, but two people benefited by my being a mutual contact and I was able to be of help to someone badly in need.

Thursday was quiet. Very quiet. Two books on Indian mythology and civilisation that I was looking forward to reading came.

Friday, got me finally chatting with my friend who was able to let me know the latest position on her injury. She still has to undergo further tests but for now she is resting and recouping from the shock of her mishap. I was able to connect with a caregiver having a stressful time and to give some encouragement.

Beneficial Consequence Of The Faux Pas.

My readers will remember my post on ‘Faux Pas’.

Yesterday was an important festival in India called the Ganesh Chaturthi when idols of Ganesha are immersed after ten days of special worship. Many homes prepare special dishes to celebrate.

This morning, my USA returned friends landed up with many goodies made for the occasion as a ‘peace offering’! I am not the one to look at the mouth of the gift horse and gladly accepted with profuse gratitude. This picture shows Modak, a particularly tasty and important dish. This was only one among a few others but this will give you an idea about the effort that would have gone into making it.

I however remembered Jean’s admonition and tasted a few of the offerings and appreciated the taste and falvours. The lady primped up and was very happy. I added that I could never make such a dish and she primped up even more. It is a fact, that I cannot generate the energy and effort required to make this.

We are quits. Thank you Jean.

I am enjoying the beneficial consequences of the faux pas!