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Memoirs--4

Wednesday, March 27, 2013

Holi reminds me of many different passages of Time in my life--Childhood mostly because I guess one loves looking back at a time that was carefree in every sense of the word.As I've said often my first tryst with my beloved Mountains took place after we shifted to Sector 7--near the Rajbhavan.I was just five years old and I still remember the Dusk falling on that first night--in mid April.The entire day had been spent in putting things away---and as I stood at the window facing North the Mountains began weaving their Spell on me.As the streaks of a darkening Rose into Orange banners of Colour appeared and disappeared on the background of an Azure Sky a strange thing happened.The setting Sun's Rays caught and glinted on the Glass panes of those tiny houses and cottages crowning the peaks--and these sent forth a glorious blaze of Light beaming right down at us in the Plains.
It was this beautiful sight that caught my attention and held me spell bound--watching rivetted to the window as the Sky darkened from shades of a gloriously riotous Orange into a darker Violet and then as Dusk cloaked the Slopes, tiny twinkling Stars appeared----and soon the entire slopes and their heights were covered in a blanket of twinkling Stars--the million lights shining out through the darkness as homes and streets were lit by Electric Bulbs.Add to this the haunting strains of the Bugle as it sounded the Retreat when the Indian Flag was taken down for the day at the Raj Bhavan--the Governor's residence.There was something so completely magical about the whole thing--the Sunset,the multi coloured Streamers streaking across the Sky and finally the haunting strains of the Bugle coupled with the starry twinkling on the Hillsides in the distance!!I was a fanciful child--the kind that believed in Fairies,Elves,Gnomes and Imps and would faithfully hunt diligently in every Clover patch for the four leaved one.Not that I ever found one--but the search gave me a sense of adventure.Not just that I was a loner too--for despite my friendly nature and plenty of friends there was a private core which was never revealed to anybody.Hence first the Mountains and then Sudhir became my Best Friends and Confidants.The beautiful Mountain Hamlets with their lyrical names had a mystical ring to them.Kasauli the largest one of these was a Hamlet that was transformed by the British into an Army Cantonment and in my childhood retained it's colonial charm.A wonderful shop called "Daily Needs" was the first halt for us when in Kasauli--for till today I've never tasted better Ham,Salami or Bacon to compare with--forget rival--their product.They bred and cured their own Pork, having started in the late 1920s to supply the Army Garrison posted there.
At the time of our engagement Sudhir had never tasted Pork--or any of it's products.It was "Daily Needs" Pork products that converted him---and we became regular visitors to the Cafe Galleries at Breach Candy in Mumbai after we married.Besides Kasauli there was Badog and even before that Dagshai.Dagshai was where we'd drive to to play in the Snow whenever it snowed in the Hills.I still remember Sudhir's first visit to me in mid January 1970.He'd come to the Supreme Court and had just caught a Bus to Chandigarh from Delhi on an impulse.That i was delirious with Joy to find him at our doorstep unexpectedly is another story--but he reached just in time to see the Sunset.I literally dragged him willy nilly to my bedroom window to introduce him to my beautiful Mountains--and to get their approval.Just as we reached the window the entire Picture came alive--the blazing windows,the darkening shadows and the sparkling Lights--for the Snow had heightened their shine!!Both of us stood in rapt wonder looking out at the wonder laid out before us--his arms around my waist and his chin resting on the top of my head--his breath stirring the tendrils at the top of my head.I don't know how long we gazed enraptured at the Hills in the distance but it was a moment of mystical Magic--a feeling of rightness about the both of us paying homage to "Prakriti" or the power of Nature.
During the week he spent with us we drove up to Dagshai and then ahead to Kasauli and back.The look of wonder on his face at the sight of Snow was a pleasure to watch for me--actually everything about him was a pleasure--we'd just discovered that we were in love--and young with our entire life together spread out ahead of us!!Sudhir kept coming back to see me in Chandigarh--deciding on the spur of the moment--just flying in from Delhi whenever he got the chance.The Summer of 1970 in particular is perhaps the longest period of our courtship that we spent together.My bedroom had very little to recommend it apart from the fabulous view.It was sparsely furnished with a Bed that Daddy and I had made together,also a Study table similarly got along with a straight backed Cane chair which I used while studying.One corner held my Apron,Easel,Palette and my jumble of Oil Paint tubes.An old Glass Jug held a large assortment of my Pig's hair flat brushes and often my room smelt of Turpentine.My various Charcoals and Sketching Pencils were housed in my father's old Pencil Box--which I still have and the Bookshelves were overflowing with books--and my drawer of the Study Table held my numerous poems as well as my Diary---the latter I destroyed just before my marriage.Besides my room adjoined the Terrace and would turn into a furnace in the Summer when the bricks on the Terrace caught the full heat of the mid-day Sun.Add to that I did not have a Fan--neither a Table Fan nor a Ceiling Fan--but having one wouldn't have worked due to the massive Power cuts in the North for we mostly didn't have Electricity in the afternoons in Summer!!Today I wonder how I could stay in that room despite the terrible heat--but I guess Sudhir as well as me were too engrossed in each other to notice mundane things like our surroundings!!My bedroom however became our haven and I have to appreciate my father's broadmindedness in just letting the two of us enjoy our privacy in peace--much to my mother's chagrin.Later when I was pregnant with Lotta Sudhir just commended my father's trust--to which my father just turned around and said that he was sure we wouldn't embarass our families--we'd both been too well raised!!

  
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BOVEY63 3/27/2013 1:36PM

    What a beautiful memory!
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MILLISMA 3/27/2013 9:51AM

    Komal,

I hope you are keeping all of these for you family. You are such a great writer.

I am still trying to get caught up on spark and have missed reading your stories.

hugs to you my friend,

Mary Anne

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Memoirs--3

Wednesday, March 27, 2013


Ritu is finally out of the aftermath of her second Chemo which took place last Thursday.This is the worst part of the Treatment and lasts about a week roughly.Thank You my very dear Friends for praying for us---no words can ever be enough to express my gratitude to you all!!Today is Holi--the Festival of Colours but things are surprisingly low key this year.It is almost 9 a.m.--but the merry making hordes are yet to hit the roads--celebrating with their usual wild frenzy!!
I grew up in the North of India--and have seen the good and the bad side of the Revelry since early childhood.The good side is the Spontaneity and Joyousness that the Festival represents--the passing of Winter and coming of Spring--the bad side is too ugly to comment upon!!!Also as it is the last Festival of the Hindu year and is celebrated with lots of gusto.
My childhood was spent playing Holi with a lot of wild abandon--forming a large crowd of Friends and going house to house throwing colour on people and dragging them to join our gangs!!Each house had some Specials for Holi cooked in huge quantities.Stuff like piping hot Savouries--Kachories and Samosas--cold favourites like delicious Dahi Bhalley and Papdi Chaat with the sticky sweet Gujhiyaas stuffed with Khoya and Dry Fruits and the mouthwatering hot sweet Gulab Jamuns dripping sticky Sugar Syrup!!There would be Tin "Pichkaaries" filled with coloured Water used to spray each other liberally--and in some homes even huge Tubs filled to the brim with Coloured Water--just for throwing people in!!The Revelry would end by early evening and then we'd bathe ourselves--coming out after our baths like chechered boards--coloured mostly Red,Green,Purple,Shocking Pink or Yellow--for those colours would stain our skins for almost a week later!!Holi in Maharashtra has definitely more religious overtones.Sweets are cooked and offered to the Dieties and Holi is celebrated very sedately--without the roisterous revelry of the North!!However today all that has changed completely.Today children and adults all over most of India celebrate the Festival with lots of Gusto and Enthusiasm--and though I do not play anymore it is still infectiously entertaining to watch them enjoying themselves--Happiness and Joie de Vivre are contagious!!
After we shifted here on 23rd. May 1975, our daughters began playing Holi with their friends in the Compound.That was when I began to understand my mother's reluctance for the Festival.Being a stickler for tradition,she'd wake up early in the morning, bathe and wash her hair before entering the Kitchen to start making the Maharashtrian "Puran Poli" a pastry stuffed with sweetened Chick Pea stuffing.The Flour needs a lot of skill to knead into the thin elasticity needed to stretch over the Chick Pea stuffing making which too requires patience and perfection.Mummy's light as Air Puran Polies were something everyone looked forward to each year.Daddy would be in his element--being a people person he loved having his friends around him and entertaining them meant Mummy also cooking a huge Lunch for the large number of People who congregated in our home that day.
Luckily in our home here I got away with a few Snacks--some home made some Store bought for the children who enjoyed the Festival.It is very nice to see all those young children turning into responsible parents and stepping into our shoes today and so the Festival reassuringly carries on--from one Generation to the Next--as a huge circle commemorating the Celebration of Life!!

  
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MIRFA71 3/27/2013 2:34PM

    My prayers and well wishes for you and your family.

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BOVEY63 3/27/2013 1:33PM

    More prayers for Ritu being sent!
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I love reading about your celebrations!

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MILLISMA 3/27/2013 9:52AM

    Prayers still coming for Ritu

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PUDLECRAZY 3/27/2013 6:31AM

    I am glad Ritu is on the other side of her chemo treatment. They seem to get harder as they accumulate.

Thank you for your word picture of Holi. It always sounds like such a beautiful festival. I love the way you bring images to life in your blogs.

Sending you love.

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CHERIRIDDELL 3/27/2013 12:16AM

    What a lovely memory and I am glad that the festival carries on.My daughter adores gulab jamuns .I continue to pray for you and Ritu .I do hope the chemo is not too hard on Ritu and that it has the desired results.

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Memoirs--2

Wednesday, March 20, 2013

Reading about Janet's grandson I was reminded of Meha at the same age.She was an extremely pretty but mischeivous little thing and also very bossy.She knew for us the Sun shone out of her--and what I remember most is the look of delicious anticipation she used to wear the moment her mother rang our bell---and the extreme delight on getting the desired reaction from us!!Lotta fell ill when Meha was about 2 years 6 months old and as a result they spent the next few months with us till Lotta recovered fully.
It was during that period we took a trip to the North to my beloved mountains.Meha loved the Train journey--and because we'd taught her to eat everything she literally enjoyed the excellent Food available on the way.However drinking Water was a problem.Sayali and Kartik were dating then and Kartik knew someone who manufactured Drinking Straws made from Fibreglass.These straws had some Silver and other things inside it to purify the Water and really stood us in great stead during our trip.Meha loved drinking Water at that age--(would I that she loved it as much still!!) and was initially very fussy about using the straw.The topic of stubborn arguments was that if Aaji (me) could drink straight out of the Glass why couldn't she too?Besides knowing that her mother wasn't very strong she'd very imperiously order Sayali,Ritu and me around like we were her lackeys.
Besides there was the problem of Commodes.We'd carried her small Potty Seat---large enough to fit over a Commode but she hated using the Indian Squatting Toilets--screwing up her nose at these.One of our family friends Narayan Da and his wife Pushpaben had accompanied us as usual and luckily the room they had alloted to them had a Commode.So finally the little fiend was satisfied!!Cell phones had just made an appearance in India 2-3 years before Meha's birth.Sudhir had this habit of pacing up and down while using his Cell phone--Meha would use her toy Cell to mimic him--walking behind him mouthing the same words in the same tone of voice till he was forced to call off before doubling up laughing--the situation really used to be hilarious!!Sudhir had this habit of praying before his Meals.at sundown and the moment he woke up.Meha would leave the Girls' bedroom early in the morning as soon as the Milkman rang the Doorbell.She'd amble out of the bedroom with her arms outstretched and eyes tightly shut calling out "Aaji malaa ghey" meaning Aaji please pick me up as she ambled up to the Kitchen.When I'd pick her up she'd put her arms around my neck and legs round my waist,clinging on to me like a little Monkey!!By now Sudhir's Tea would be ready--and i'd deposit Meha and the cup of tea with Sudhir.She'd snuggle down next to him--telling him about the Dream she'd had the earlier night and once he'd had his Tea, clamber on to his stomach and play with his hair!!If it was a working day,she'd do her best to detain him next to her cooking up all sorts of wild stories--making poor Aabu feel as guilty as Hell for going to the Courts !!
Meha's afternoon naps always meant Story time--she loved to listen to everything I pumped into her--Aesop's Fables,Hans Christian Anderson,The Brothers Grimm Fairy Tales and many stories from the Indian Pancha Tantra as well as the Jataka tales.She was like a sponge--absorbing all this with each minute detail intact.I discovered this when once she came over to visit us along with her first cousins--Jinal and Monil.Monil being a year younger had to bear the brunt of two older sisters who felt they knew better than he did.While this applied to Monil, Meha herself refused to accept Jinal's authority totally--despite Jinal being 6 years her senior!!While asserting her independence to Jinal she would sometimes quote some stories from the Pancha Tantra to drive home her point more effectively and thus to get her own way.Other times she'd cuddle Monil and tell him some of these Stories to lull him to have his nap.
When Lotta fell ill, Meha came even closer to us.She'd sleep in our bed between the two of us--something she continued doing as she grew older.This continued onto become a family ritual--each time Lotta and she visited,she'd insist on sleeping with us.Later after they moved to USA it became an unwritten family tradition--the first night after we reached and the last night before we left,she'd share our bed.She'd sleep with her arms slung around our necks--exactly just the way she'd greet us at the Airport when we arrived.She'd come flying towards us like a long legged,mettlesome Filly--her thick mane of hair streaming out behind her--to hook an arm around both our necks and then draw us close enough to strangle us in a tight hug!!Last time it was only me--and when she clutched me tightly with tears streaming down her cheeks,I knew our little girl had grown up--the cuddlesome little Baby Doll had disappeared for ever!!

  
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CHERIRIDDELL 3/22/2013 12:37AM

    Komal what lovely writing !

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BOVEY63 3/21/2013 12:40PM

    How sweet and what amazing and loving memories she will carry throughout her lifetime!

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LOTUS737 3/20/2013 8:50AM

    beautiful

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LOOKINGUP2012 3/20/2013 8:29AM

    So beautiful.

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SAASHA17 3/20/2013 8:10AM

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Such wonderful writing ....KOmal seriously I tear up everytime I read this.....

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Memoirs--1

Tuesday, March 19, 2013


Sudhir and Me--Our Engagement 29th.december 1969

Our Wedding Reception,11th.October 1970

Sudhir and Me ,Bombay April 30 1977

Sudhir and Me, New York,November2009

Sudhir and Me,London June 2011
Passing by the old House yesterday brought back a host of memories.Though Sudhir and I had an arranged marriage,looking back now I feel that the undercurrents were very much there--but unacknowledged and unspoken.I remember our last visit to Bombay in 1968--18 months before we got engaged---and I was a few months short of 15 years old then.Those were the days that I was beginning to become aware of my own femininity--and to begin debating on whether the male admiration that had begun to make it's appearance wherever I went was desirable opr not wanted.I had also become a very fast drawing pro in removing my slippers to bash up roadside Romeos--who literally think they're God's Gift to women--how I detest their kind!!
I was more of a tomboy--Daddy treated me as his equal--I mean I knew to use all the Tools he had and though I weighed barely 80 lbs. then, I had the stamina and wiry strength of lifting more than my own weight--earning me the appreciative name of "Pathan" from my father.I loved using my hands to create new articles--Carpentary,Painting and moulding wet Clay to sculpt small pieces of abstract Art got me plenty of support from my father.Not just that I also learnt to do Batik--and literally churned out plenty of Stuff till I was implored to stop--the house was overflowing with my Art!!It was around this time that my maternal Uncle got engaged and Mummy was asked by my Aaji to officiate during all the religious proceedings at his marriage.That did it--we came to Bombay for the Wedding in late April 1968.I had been to Bombay in 1965 before this--and had pestered the daylights out of Sudhir--my name for him was "Dadoba"--meaning older brother.In 1965,being 9 years older than me he had his own life--which definitely did not include pesky cousins from the Outback!!His day was all mapped out during the free time he had on his hands--spending it with his friends mostly.It was only when I'd complain to Baba about him neglecting me he'd spend time discussing the Books we'd both read--English and Marathi--with me.Both of us were huge fans of Pearl S. Buck,Somerset Maugham,R.K. Narayan and Jane Austen--also Marathi Literateurs P.L. Deshpande and C.V. Joshi both famous for their satire.Those days Mangal, another cousin,who was in Bombay--poor thing, being paraded in front of many young men in the Marriage market.All three of us would sit together and discuss books--specially "Silapaddikaran", an ancient South Indian Drama written during the ancient Historical Tamil Sangama period.This was being shared in "The Illustrated Weekly of India" as a serial.Our fights would mainly centre around who managed to snatch the Magazine as soon as it was delivered and read the latest Episode first--here too Sudhir would mostly win--and I'd let Mangal read it after him--for we never knew which fellow would say "yes" to her and when!!She was an extremely sweet looking girl--thick,long Black hair and twinkling Black eyes set in an oval,fair face--with a small straight nose and a dimpled smile.She was Sudhir's first cousin--Baba's younger brother's daughter and just a few months older than Sudhir.They had grown up together till they were in their early teens--and that closeness was something that lasted till Sudhir and later last year Mangal too passed away.
It was in 1968, when there would be family discussions about the proposals that had been received for Sudhir that I'd feel pangs of deep sadness thinking of his marriage.Surprisingly I'd had no problems accepting Milind's wife Nina when they got married in December 1965--though Milind too was one of my favourite cousins.Leafing through all the Photographs recieved I just couldn't find a single one who measured up to him in my eyes---that he dismissed the idea of getting married just then too was a relief--though I didn't know why!!I had always admired Sudhir--to me his perfect features and his bearing,the way he carried himself and his puckish sense of Humour--all were something I liked and perhaps that was why I loved spending time with him on my visits to Bombay.It was only later--after he asked me about marriage that I realised that I had been attracted to him earlier--but since I was too young and innocent, it never even remotely registered that I could be in love with him!!However after my initial shock of coming to know that a marriage between certain sets of first cousins was a custom,the idea that he could marry somebody else if I didn't say "Yes" pushed me to propose to him immediately the next day--and was immensely relieved when he accepted!!That was the first inkling I had about how much I loved him--and in that one moment my life changed completely.By the time we tied the knot a year later I was completely besotted with him--and he with me.Both of us were very naive and inexperienced having grown up under a lot of conservative supervision--for though both our fathers were pretty broadminded the fear of children going astray loomed large in their minds--and with me specially, the environment too helped to add extra tabs.It was only later when our two daughters were growing up I realised the burden of what my parents must have been through and definitely appreciated their efforts a thousandfold!!

  
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MILLISMA 3/27/2013 9:55AM

    I just love the photos!!! You are so beautiful and Sudhir was so handsome!

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CHERIRIDDELL 3/22/2013 12:33AM

    What gorgeous photos thank you for sharing them Komal.To me it seems like you were meant for each other !

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    You are both so beautiful and talented. Thank you for sharing your romance. emoticon emoticon

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BOVEY63 3/19/2013 2:45PM

    A beautiful couple throughout all your years together! Love reading about the life you shared.
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LOTUS737 3/19/2013 9:18AM

    how sweet- what beautiful pictures and such a cute story about the earliest parts of your relationship :)

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SAASHA17 3/19/2013 7:56AM

    I always get blown away by these pix..has anyone ever said, Sudhir when younger looks like Manoj bajpai emoticon ..I always used to complain to mom that i never had eligible "bava" [in telugu thats the word for marriageable cousin a boy] ..I had one who is 5 years younger....

take care
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PUDLECRAZY 3/19/2013 6:33AM

    Such sweet photos of you and your beloved. I love your photo from 1969; sweet innocence. And from there, you and Sudhir build a wonderful life and wonderful family. I know how much you still miss him; but how wonderful to have had all of the years you did have together!

Thank you for this memoir. Sending love and hugs to you.

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OVERWORKEDJANET 3/19/2013 5:19AM

    Sudhir resembles John F Kennedy in your engagement picture!
You two made a beautiful couple.

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  memories are great and only you can control them

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Just Ruminating..........

Monday, March 18, 2013

Yesterday I planned out my day today--had a few errands to run in SoBo as we Mumbaikars refer to South Mumbai----and had to request Vanita to come early--just so that she could baby sit Rasika while I did my stuff!!This was a first in about 23 years--for since before that I've been leaving my household help alone in the House with the keys.Today I'm wary of leaving Rasika alone--reason??I'm wary of trusting her so completely and becoming dependent on her being there.Having Vanita to baby sit Rasika meant requesting her other two Employers to bear with me--but since we three are pretty close they readily agreed.
On my way through SoBo I passed by our old Family home--- since sold---- and a rush of Memories came flooding back!!Sudhir's family shifted into that Flat way back in 1939--just after his paternal grandfather's death.My brother-in-law Milind was the first baby born in that Flat and maybe that's why his umbilical cord was tied firmly to the place!! Suhas and Sudhir as well as a number of first cousins followed for it was a joint family of four brothers--Baba and his 3 brothers.It was somewhere in the early 50s that Sudhir's Grandma insisted they separate--for though the Flat was huge it was still a bit too crowded for comfort.I still remember my MIL's reminisces about the first few days after they moved apart.Neither of the brothers had begun to think in terms of just their nuclear family--they still counted the entire number of children in the house--as a result of which quite a few amusing incidents occurred.Between the four brothers there were 17 children--ranging from teenagers to tiny tots.Due to the large number Fruits like Bananas were bought by the entire stems with several huge bunches attached to it.Not just that all the sisters-in-law had problems working out the exact proportions their individual families required instead of the earlier huge joint one.As a result of this Tiffins were regularly distributed--also because none of the aunts could eat something that happened to be the favourite dishes of their nieces or nephews--which also meant a regular exchange of Food items!!most of all the women missed their daily Gossip sessions during the afternoons---for that was the time they all sat together to pick and clean the Rice for both--that evening's Meal and the next day's Lunch!!Besides some relative or the other would always drop in--and partake endless cups of Tea with large amounts of whatever Snack was prepared for Tea time!!
Later emptied by the rest,the original Flat was retained by Baba---and as my MIL was my father's older sister--many of my childhood Memories are equally attached to Atya's home as well as that of my maternal Grandparents.There was a sort of a Storeroom--which was converted into a spacious Bedroom when Milind and Nina married.This happened to be my favourite room.All the Junk was piled up in this room along with thick,fat Cotton Mattresses.The Mattresses were piled one on top of another---and right next to the window.It was my favourite place to curl up and read---until Sudhir came home from College.He'd then usurp my comfortable perch for a quiet snooze after shoving me out and locking the door--for this was the least frequented place in the entire house!!All the skirmishes we had regarding that favourite perch ended with him winning hands down--he was bigger,older and very logical--he knew how to make the Case in his favour--but I could never best him!!Not then--not later either when the equation of our relationship changed after our marriage.
Those early years of my life in Atya's home are of being extremely cherished and pampered--with everyone including Sudhir dancing attendance to me.Only in his case he was really bad in teasing me about my accent in speaking both English and Hindi--the former with British overtones thanks to the Nuns--the latter with Punjabi lilt thanks to the place I lived in.Another language he tormented me with was Marathi.Now both Hindi and Marathi share the same Devanagri Script.Atya would send me loads of Marathi Books--and whilst devouring these voraciously I absorbed the perfect Grammar they used.A result of this was that though my Marathi was grammatically perfect--it was the archaic version and not the colloquial one that was used in regular parlance!!On my side, I was a complete pest where he was concerned--constantly pestering him to listen to my stories--for I was a geek and a very boring one at that!!No wonder he'd escape to the Storeroom and lock me out!!
Indian men of that Era are definitely Male Chauvinist Pigs--and the Love of my Life was no different!!Surprisingly both Milind and Sudhir had ancient ideas in comparison to their father Baba--Atya definitely accomplished a lot more than either Nina or I did--despite belonging to an earlier Generation!!The same was the case with my mother---Daddy's broad minded open thinking was something that she never really imbibed.I still remember her voicing certain sentiments after Daddy died--that truly sent me reeling with shock!!Was this the same mother I knew since birth---the metamorphosis into this narrow minded person was something I just couldn't fathom!!Today I too am finding paradoxes within myself.While I still look at Life as a Glass half full the undertones of my Genetic Tradition are definitely lurking just beneath the surface of my equanimity.I prefer to wear mostly White,do not use Lipstick except abroad where the Weather causes dry lips---and am just biding my time till my call comes.I go through all the motions of living a normal Life while actually I'm totally detached and cut off from the World I live in.Now the interesting question is this--is this permanent or merely a transient phase I'm going through??More fodder for Thought!!

  
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CHERIRIDDELL 3/22/2013 12:24AM

    Komal many adventures still await you !hugs,Cheri

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BOVEY63 3/18/2013 5:20PM

    emoticon to you my friend.

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SAASHA17 3/18/2013 7:39AM

    HI KOmal,

HUgs!!! Those stories sound so much fun....take care buddy...

Manasa

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OVERWORKEDJANET 3/18/2013 5:51AM

    You are still mourning, my friend. Some days not so much.
It's normal.
Enjoy life when you can. Be sad at times but try not o let the sad outweigh the good days.
There is still so much time and life for you to have adventures!

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