SEVERING TIES--MOVING ON!

The whole of last week,my rainbow Tia Rani,and her mother Losita,were away, in two different places,different directions,different roles.Of course, they must have enjoyed themselves,while doing whatever they were supposed to do,on their respective trips.Tia is a bundle of energy,like me,(I love this comparison!), enjoys everything,while spreading her infectious charm,and smile loaded nature,all around her.Losita is a business woman,and since I'm not very knowledgeable in this area,I'll just say, that she was busy getting her work done,whatever it was.My son Manna, has been on his own, from Sept.1986,when he went to the US to study,and is quite adept at every angle of housework,and a very good cook,(like me!).This too I love!Then, what was the problem?Why was I constantly worrying about all of them,and waiting for them, to return home, to Singapore,and get back to their usual life?Because I'm a mother, and grandmother,and worrying is an occupational hazard of my job,specially because, we don't live together,so the only thing I can do, all the time is, worry."She NEVER learns to severe her ties,wherever her children,thats where her heart lies!"
But the world is very different now.Its all about I,Me and mine,and the younger generation is extremely insensitive towards the elderly.Emotions are ridiculed,and once the children have grown up,and moved on, thinking,and worrying, about them,wanting to be with them,or longing for their visit,to spend some time together, are all considered stupid,outdated notions."He's got his own life Aunty,and why should you sit here,and worry about them?"Why indeed! Because I'm his mother,and nothing,or no one on this earth,can change that,or make me forget it.I'll be his mother till I die,and I WILL worry about him,and his family,because they are ALL, a precious part of my life.

Just because he is a successful young man,perfectly capable of handling his life,and whatever comes his way,at home,and outside, do I cease to be his mother?Can I look at him from any other angle,or just forget about him?I wanted to talk to him every night,to find out if he has had his dinner,if things are OK,and how are Losita and Tia,is he feeling alright,and so many other questions.Why is it so difficult for others to understand, that "a mother,is a mother till the end of her days!"And why is it the norm, that thinking,worrying,and praying for the happiness of a child,is something to ridicule,or denigrate?

I was more worried about my darling Tia,because she is young,and when kids are in a crowd,it is always important to be watching over them,constantly,because an innocent move,can be damaging forever.Every night, I would see her pretty face,wreathed in smiles,planning some mischief,or the other,as any child would,and I'd send a silent prayer to God,to keep her safe,and happy.Here , the argument is, she has parents,who know what to do,so why should you worry?Why indeed?Because a grandchild, is more precious, than anything else,in this whole world,and she is my family.I am her grandmother,she is apart of my life,and world,and her well being will dictate my functioning.Can I forget all this, and just pretend to be unaffected by anything that goes on with them,just because my son has his own life,and knows what to do?Am I not a part of their life?
But now that they are back,we are all back to our lives,and things are in place once again.I just want the world, to TRY to understand, that a mother is a mother till the end of her days, her children are more precious to her, than her life,and the depth of love is measured by our feelings for each other,which are eternal.The child's age,status,financial capability,name,or fame, is not the defining factor to a mother,because he will always be my little boy, whom I brought home from the hospital,and who used to look deep into my eyes, for everything.That was where we got our understanding.Can I, or rather should I, just forget everything we have shared,and pretend it doesn't matter to me anymore?Because it does matter,and will,till I die. May 2011.

AN ENGLISH WEDDING/A PAGE IN HISTORY.

I've just spent four hours in front of the TV,enjoying a ringside view, of the biggest event, in the British royal family,after 30 years.And believe me, every moment was worth it.Some of my very dear,and close friends, joined me,and we had a whale of a time.I loved the excitement,and grandeur,and everything was conducted with so much perfection,that it was a feast for the eyes. William, the elder son of Prince Charles,and the porcelain doll,Diana,married his sweetheart of eight years,Kate Middleton,in a beautiful ceremony,that was dignified,graceful,and classy.Both looked wonderful,were perfectly behaved throughout,and never lost their balance,even for a single minute.Yes, they belong to the British royal family,where it is understood, that sobriety,demeanour,and perfect manners are ingrained,and expected,but, it was wonderful to watch them handle the occasion with so much charm.
I have had the good fortune of watching his grandmother,Queen Elizabeth's coronation,which was a very grand affair.And I remember the excitement it generated then.Her beautiful gown,jewel encrusted tiara,and the way she handled herself,at such an young age,was definitely worth the admiration it received.When Prince Charles was born,it was a huge celebration,followed by the births of the other children.Then Charles married the beautiful Diana,who looked like a Dresden doll on her wedding day,and Britain went wild.I've watched their two sons from birth, to their growing up years,darlings of their mother Diana,who loved looking after them,personally.And, when Diana died, in a terrible car crash, in France, their world came crashing down.The sight of the two little boys, walking forlornly,behind their mother's casket,and their bouquet, with a card, that said,"Mummy", broke every heart,and there wasn't a single dry eye.

But they've done well for themselves,and handled every situation with dignity. Prince Charles married Camilla,and the boys were completely supportive.They've been a good friend of their father,and enjoy their time together.So it was wonderful to see William get married,and both of them looked so happy,and peaceful together.But what impressed me most,was the behaviour of the huge crowds,assembled all along the route of the procession.They were very happy,extremely excited,enjoying themselves,and every bit of the ceremony,but in a very peaceful manner.No one was bothering anyone,it was all so organised,controlled,and decent. Hats off to all the people who were their,and showed the whole world, what decency,and politeness is all about.Very impressive,and something I will always remember.I wish the young couple, constant happiness, in their new life together,and it is their behaviour,grace,and charm, that will take them successfully,on their way.I firmly believe that behaviour is like a passport,it tells everything about the person. 29th.April.2011.

TO MASHIMA,WITH LOVE! APRIL 2011.

It happened so suddenly, that all of us,who had the good fortune,and privilege, of being in Mashima's life,were completely stunned,speechless,and unable to move.I remember every incident leading to that fateful moment,and I don't think I can ever forget,or pretend, it doesn't matter.Because it does!Its been a very big blow for me,and I'm still limping my way around,trying to handle the sudden emptiness inside me, that is all engulfing.I feel lonely,lost,blank,and miss her,every moment,of each day.People try to sympathise, to explain, that this is life,and it must go on , and I have to keep moving with it. But none of those people, shared,and enjoyed, a 15 yr. relationship,with one of the MOST outstanding,extraordinary,exemplary human beings ,God gifted me with,and who filled my life with happiness,and fulfilment, that I will always treasure,and cherish.Definitely some of the very BEST moments of my life.She showered me with deep love,and always stood with me,supporting,and comforting me,and giving me the strength,and courage to just keep going.Oh! God.How I miss her!Where will I find a friend,philosopher,and guide like her?

It was a Sunday,and I had gone with some friends, for a picnic ,to a lovely farm house,on the outskirts of Pune.It was a lovely experience, a very enjoyable day,and I returned home,in a very happy,satisfied mood.Here, I must say, that I have been very lucky, to have really good friends, who love me,care for me, and are always there, to help out, whenever the situation calls for it.And this picnic was specially organised, "Because you love going out,and will enjoy yourself!"Which indeed, I did!But,as soon as I returned, the phone rang,and I just fell into the nearest chair. My heart was thumping away, and my mind completely blank.No! This was just not possible!It cannot be true!No! No! No!I wanted to scream,but I felt as if I had lost my voice.From the other side, I vaguely heard a voice say,"UR Mashima just left!She has gone away!"Even as I write this, I feel as if my heart has been cut up in ribbons,and the blow,impossible to accept,or realise.Mashima gone?
But one has to face,accept,and be graceful about reality, no matter how impossible,or tough it may be,for that is the only way to go.And although I am well past 70,have faced many,very severe blows in life,I just couldn't stand up to this blow, which hit me more that I could have ever imagined.Because it was totally unexpected,sudden, when no one expected it.She was almost 90, but more active that a 50 yr.old,and her love knew no bounds.She greatly enjoyed looking after her whole family, and I was very special to her,a relationship, probably from our previous birth.This is what Hinduism teaches,and my father,and father-in-law, greatly believed in.They passed this belief to me,during my most memorable,and precious moments with them,as long as they lived.

I met Mashima,after they shifted into the apartment just below ours,and my neighbour said,"Aunty, a Bengali family has shifted here,have you met them?"No, I hadn't,but one day,while returning home,a very sweet elderly lady,looked at me, with a very warm,beautiful smile, and said,"Oh! You must be Jonaki! I've heard so much about you.Now I can get to know you better!"And indeed we did.From a very slow,cautious start,it soon blossomed into a wonderful friendship,and we were almost inseparable.Not a day went by,when we didn't see each other,shared our joys,and sorrows,ups,and downs,and always moved together.She was a great fan of my cooking,and I enjoyed making her favourite dishes,which she enjoyed,
effusively.She too was an excellent cook,and I marvelled at the ease, with which she turned out delicacies,at the drop of a hat.

But more than anything,Mashima was a person par excellence,an extraordinary human being,of grace,class,culture,and dignity,and took everything in her stride,both the good,and the bad.I loved and admired her,and she gave me so much love,that today,even in my loneliness, I feel honoured,and privileged, to have had her in my life,and spent beautiful years with her.After she left, for days, I was completely blank,my mind just refused to function,and I felt as if, half my body was gone.It was too difficult to handle,and, since I live alone, it was extra painful.I still wish the phone would ring,and she would ask me to make her favourite sweets,or sambhar,green mango jam,nimki,and the innumerable things she so loved to eat.But reality is tough to handle,and each person has to find a way out.But I will love Mashima forever,because she was my dearest,and best friend,and gave me very valuable lessons, on how to be a good person,above all else.And I will make every endeavour to follow whatever she said, as my tribute to a great lady,my best friend,my inspiration,guide,and a very precious part of my life.R.I.P Mashima,chirodin bhalobeshe jaabo,jaemon aapni dekheiyechen.

12th.APRIL,A SPECIAL DAY 4 ME.

Today is my husband's b'day,and, although he left me more than 25 yrs. ago,this day continues to come, loaded with wonderfully happy memories,and also tinged with sadness, at what might have been.Yes, there is a space in my heart which is full of pain,and a deep sense of loss, and lots of unanswered questions.But ,we shared lovely moments together,and I can still recall every birthday,and the unending joy we managed to create.

He came from a very conservative family,and celebrating b'days etc. were just not done,for fear of the evil eye.And, in my family, we celebrated everything in a big way,and my parents would go all out,to make the day special, in every possible way.They say, opposites attract,but, in our case, we were just thrown together, two completely unknown people,and it was left to us, to go, in whichever direction we wanted to follow.And we didn't really know much about attraction etc.Or rather, we didn't know much about anything.But everyone is born with survival skills,and learns soon enough,how to tackle the situation.So did we, or, to put it correctly,I did.He didn't know a thing about anything relating to the home,so I had to take things in hand,and find my way out.But we had loads of fun,as we made our way together,and as love grew,and blossomed, we started enjoying many things, which were new to him,and which soon became an inseparable part of our lives.

I still remember his 1st. b'day after marriage,12th Apr.1962.When he left for work, I just told him not to return late, because a friend was dropping in, to meet him.He didn't suspect anything,and in those days, there were no hassles like cell-phone etc. so I knew he wouldn't find out anything. And he wouldn't remember either.After he left, I got started with my plans,and being young,and new,it was a difficult task.But I managed to make payesh,keemar ghoogni,luchi,aloor dom,and decorated the dinner table with lovely fresh flowers.We were living in Salem,Tamilnadu, so flowers were available everywhere, and I had my own flower seller,coming home.I also dressed up well,and was completely ready, when the b'day boy returned.He was surprised to see me all dolled up,and more surprised,when he entered, and went to the dining table.It was a rickety cane table,but love had worked wonders,and created a beautiful,dreamy atmosphere.

He was shy,embarrased, hesitant, but I could see the glow of happiness in his eyes,and that was my biggest reward.I had baked a small cake,which he cut,and after that,we sat down to enjoy the party.It was simple, certainly not perfect,very amateurish,but we felt as if we were in heaven.He enjoyed every morsel,was full of praise, and then I gave him his gift.It was his favourite book,with a few poetic lines from me,and he just melted.It was the happiest day for us,sweet,simple, and straight from the heart.

Over the years, we celebrated every occasion, with a lot of excitement, preparation, and planning. The children's b'days were huge events,eagerly looked forward to,by everyone, and thanks to the coaching he received from them, he also learnt to select gifts for each one of us.If they were not up to the mark,he was apologetic,but I loved him as he was,and didn't really care for what he bought.And, he always loved to talk about that 1st. b'day, which caught him unawares,and introduced him, to fun,and joy, he had never experienced.And till today, I believe, that its the simple,loving, acts of thoughtfulness,care,sensitivity, that matter,and money can never,ever substitute the workings of the heart.

LIVING,IS MY FAVOURITE THING.

This morning,a friend of mine, asked me, to name, five of my favourite things,and I immediately said,"Only five?I can name fifty,or more.My list is endless!"She was completely taken aback,specially because, she was talking to a person,who,in the eyes of the world,lives a life, that cannot have anything good about it.In fact, most people feel sorry for me.But I laugh it off,as is my nature,because, it is only at the tree laden with fruits, that people cast stones.Happiness is an art, that has to be cultivated.It is self-generating,and is not dependant on anyone,or anything.It grows inside,and blooms,and blossoms into great joy,and beauty,by the way it is nurtured,and cultured.It is very personal,and brings tremendous peace,inner solace,and fulfilment.

What then, ARE my favourite things?Watching the sun rise every morning,like an exquisite painting,and marvel at the different colours that accompany this gorgeous sight.Beautiful birds,big,and small,flitting around,chirping away,happy to welcome a new day,and looking at me,with surprise in their little,shiny eyes.The cool breeze,softly caressing me,as I sit down, to enjoy my favourite tea,made,exactly as I like it.Watching the world come to life,in various different ways,as the day demands,from each person,is also a great experience.
The whole world knows that I am a passionate cook,and my time in my kitchen,is indeed,one of my MOST favourite things.There,I'm at my creative best,and every moment is exciting,and very enjoyable.Decorating my home is also something I love,so I'm always shifting,cleaning,adding, substituting,and trying to make it a place loved,admired,and enjoyed by all.And, I'm very proud to say, it is.When I was young,the happiest place for me,was Disneyland.It still is,I would love to go there again,but now,in the evening of my life,my home,is the best,and happiest place in the world.Everything about it, shows my love,and what I value,and I feel happy here.

I love to travel,and every place, has its own, charming story to tell.Meeting people,and making friends, is also something I love,because it opens the door to so much knowledge,awareness,and insight, into the human psyche.I love good food,am always eager to try out different cuisines,of different countries. Sitting on the beach,and quietly watching the waves come thrashing to the shore,and then go back,in soft,white foam.I have seen the Alps in heavy snow,and some of the spectacular wonders of the world. So how can I name only five of my favourite things?

Reading,listening to soft,beautiful music,talking to friends,spending time with the superstars of my life,my beautiful grandchildren,giving a little gift to my son,and watching the emotions on his face,which he takes care to hide,cooking something for a loved one,that will bring on a smile,writing, which I do ALL the time,compose verse,my first love,knitting,sewing,you name it,I do it.Which ones should I pick?Actually, I'm deeply in love with life,and living it with joy,energy,enthusiasm,excitement,lots of fun,and happy smiles,takes up all my time,so everything about living, is my favourite.

I'M MAD! RU?

No,its not a laughing matter,although I personally feel ,that a sense of humour, is certainly, the most important trait in a person's character,and helps in any situation.But, this is something very important, something I feel very strongly about,and want to create public awareness.MAD here means, Making A Difference,living life in such a way,that there is some concrete contribution to society,and trying to be the change, that we want to see around us.Talking is easy, that is why most people talk about everything all around us, and thats where it all ends.But, its when we decide to do our bit,even if it makes a small difference,that big changes will take place,and we can be of use to society.

Our maids play a very vital role in the household,but lead lives of tremendous hardship,and there's never any end in sight.Every moment means constant struggle,endless worries,with no respite.But if each family decides to help, in some form,or the other,in any small way,things will be different,and the maid will get strength from knowing,that help is available.Of course,there are innumerable instances of a good samaritan,being at the receiving end,but should that stop us from trying to MAD?No,in fact,a small step today,will make a big difference, tomorrow.

In the '40's,when I was very young,I used to see my mother,regularly visit a settlement, of very poor people,near our home,sometimes several times a day.Being too young, I didn't know what she was doing.But one day,she asked me to accompany her,and I've never forgotten that experience.She was completely in charge of the whole settlement,and looked after all their needs.The children were put in schools,and she diligently checked to see how they were coping.My father, being a doctor,was roped in, to look after their medical problems,which were many,and she had arranged for bhajan sessions, counselling,community kitchens,social workers to provide guidance, and help.Every angle was looked after by a lady,who had never been near the gates of a school,as was the system at that time,but who had values,principles,and goals,that surprised everyone,and worked had,to achieve them.And she did.She MAD!

Littering,throwing garbage all over,being disrespectful to the people around us,and our surroundings,talking loudly on the cell phone(the biggest nuisance of the 21st. century!) being late for an appointment,being rude,and discourteous,the list is endless,and the problems, ever increasing.But all we choose to do,is sit around,and talk.But hey! Lets do something concrete,and be responsible,accountable,answerable,for the change,around us. Lets MAD! Start now,and keep going,it really matters!

LIFE IS CONSTANT LEARNING

Like millions of people,all over the world,I too, am an ardent fan,and admirer, of the iconic Sachin Tendulkar,not only because of his cricketing prowess,but for the person he is,and the way he handles himself,and his life.His humility,courtesy,grace,and calm demeanour,stand out, at every step he takes,and adds an aura around him,that is both charming,and very touching.He never gets blown away by anything,although he is responsible for many path breaking records,and takes everything in his stride,with humility,and complete control.And it is this great quality,that makes him a world icon, idol,and a tremendous inspiration to both the young,and the old.

India has just lifted the mighty World Cup,which in itself,is a huge achievement.And, all the team members, vociferously announced, that they wanted to do this for Sachin,because he deserved this glory.And to me, this is a very big honour,because, to be loved,and respected is the biggest achievement in life,and the "Little Master" has got it all,totally on his own merit.It is his perfect behaviour, constant self-control,kind,caring,helpful,sensitive nature,that has brought him, to the height of personal achievement,with a glorious gift from his team mates.The adoration,admiration,accolades,from everyone around him,don't make a difference.He walks on his own path,in his own way,handles things with dignity,and stands tall,and straight.Small in stature,but extremely large in presence.It is his innate self-belief,self confidence,and the ability to keep doing his own thing,that has taken him to the pinnacle of success.

All his team mates have mentioned, that it was always Sachin,who willingly,readily, stood by them,in their difficult times,encouraged, motivated,and guided them,and helped them gain confidence, and get back on track.The mighty Yuvraj Singh has said, that he owes his present form, to constant support from this icon,and the encouragement he always gave.When the entire team moves as one, to win the cup,as a tribute to their idol,and fights to the finish,it is an honour,very few can even dream of.And a very well deserved one too.

So,instead of gloating over the enormity of the situation,which of course, is perfectly natural,and to be expected, let us learn life's MOST valuable lessons, from this great man.That it is important,and imperative, to be humble,grateful to God, to be courteous, respectful,sensitive,and well-mannered,at all times,with everyone,and treat people with love,and kindness,support,and encourage when it is needed,and always be there,for someone,who needs help,no matter what the situation.Greatness lies in being in control of one's self,when the moment can over throw alll ideals,and even in this hour of highest honour,Sachin has given ALL the credit to his team mates,and thanked them,for giving him the most prestigeous gift.

BEING A PART OF HISTORY

Today is Sun.3rd. April 2011,and I write this, in an extremely euphoric,ecstatic,and wonderfully happy frame of mind.Because, once again, I have witnessed a very historical moment in the life of every Indian,and being a very patriotic,and proud Indian,it has made me delirious with joy.India has won the World Cup,and what a show it was!Tears flowed freely, proud,happy smiles, wreathed every face,and congratulatory shouts rent the air! It was as if,everyone had gone mad,and the occasion was worth every bit of this,and much more.Behind this memorable moment,lies a lot of very hard work, stress, frustrations,mental,and physical problems,but to fight against insurmountable odds,and emerge the winner,speaks of character,calibre,capability,and above all,the desire to fight it out.And our team is the embodiment of all this,which helped them reach the pinnacle of success.

From a very young age,we have been taught that,"Unity is strength!"and because the team worked as one,they reached their coveted goal.Each and every member,had only one aim,one goal,one thought,to lift the Cup,and moved towards achieveing this,as one entity.And they also wanted to gift this victory, to a world icon,a giant among leaders,a cricketing wizard,an acknowledged maestro,the great Sachin Tendulkar,who wanted to add this coveted trophy, to his already over loaded haul.And they did it!Every member of the team proudly said, that they were happy to do it for him,and when they lifted him, on their shoulders,and took him around the stadium for a victory lap,I must confess, my tears refused to be in control.It was the biggest expression of love and respect,for an outstanding colleague,and this is a very rare achievement in an individuals life.But when it comes to this superstar of cricket, nothing is really enough,his stature is too high,his personality so royal,and he's truly deserving of his status as an icon,and an idol.

What exactly contributes to this frame of mind,and the desire to make someone's dream come true?The answer is very simple,and easily found in the values, instilled in us,from birth.It is all about being loving,respectful,thoughtful,sensitive,caring,true friendship,and togetherness,and when the happiness of someone else ,becomes a priority,and goal,it is easy to reach it,because after all,love is MORE about giving,LESS of taking.And if we all move through life,constantly practicing what our parents,and elders taught us,then the world would be such a very happy place,and we, calm,and peaceful individuals.

So,hats off to our team! And, for once, blue is the colour of everything worth working for,the colour of love,happiness,togetherness,power,and professionalism,the colour that will be painting the country,for a very long time.And I'm SOOOOOO happy,proud,and thrilled beyond measure, to have witnessed history being made,and been a part of such a momentous day, in the life of every Indian.And after the match,when the sky was lit up with exquisite fireworks,and the roads thronged with hundreds of elated Indians,gone mad with joy,I sent a silent prayer of thanks to God,for giving me the gift of a moment, I will cherish,and treasure,for the rest of my life.The memorable date is Sat. 2nd.April 2011.