Tuesday, July 06, 2010
Most women in my Family are possessed with the Sixth sense----I am one of them.It is an eerie sensation to guess certain Events rightly---and not always happily!!!There are many such instances that I have experienced---of which two I will relate here because both are very dear to my heart----one very sorrowful and sad----the other extremely happy and glad----so bear with me Friends should I ramble!!!
The first is the sad one--- the 3rd. of November 1973 to be precise.Before I go further let me make one aspect clear---I loved both my Parents very,very much but never showed it publicly---in fact---quite the opposite of that because I was always detached from them even as a child.Daddy and I were very close after 1965----he called me his "Pathan" for though I was very thin and wiry I was also very strong,muscular and tomboyish!!!!! We weren't exactly Buddies but definitely Best Friends and the bond between us was strong.Daddy had been invited to Mauritius by Sir Ram Goolam--their then PM to work on Deputation in a newly Independent Mauritius.Everything---his salary and perquisites--- was decided and settled by the end of September 1973.He was to be accompanied by Mummy and my sisters--I was already married for 3 years then.Somehow this Deputation was something that left a niggling sense of something unfavourable in my mind.Nothing concrete just a hunch---a very negative one.As the day for their departure neared I became very brooding and moody--a total contrast to my usually sunny nature.Finally their actual day of departure arrived and the floodgates opened--I wept copiously from the night before,in the morning,on the way to the Airport and at the Airport!!!This reaction of mine unsettled Daddy who kept asking me the reason for my tears----the answer to his oft repeated question was another fresh flood!!!!Seeing my dramatically unexpected emotional display,poor Daddy came back from the Immigration area just to hug me close----and suddenly out of the blue I blurted out"Daddy this is our last meeting in this Life---we'll never see each other face to face again!!!"He was shocked and taken aback---but rallying himself he dismissed my fears saying "If one of us has to pass away it will be me--I hereby Gift my remaining years to you" and with another hug and a wave he left.That was the last time I saw my father alive---on 3rd.November 1974---exactly a year later---- my mother touched Indian soil again--carrying his Ashes in her hands!!!He died in Mauritius on 15th.October 1974 when my Sayali was just 25 days old.The oddest part is that he passed away at 8.30 p.m. Mauritius time which is 1.30 hours behind Indian time.At exactly 10.p.m. that night Sayali suffered her first and last convulsion------and cried incessantly till 5.30 a.m. in the early morning--that was when Mummy called to give us the news!!!Here too she'd booked an International Trunk Call for Sudhir by name---but surprisingly the Operator asked for me---and suddenly I just knew what it was----I kept asking to speak to Daddy!!!Finally Mummy managed to ward me off----and asked to speak to Sudhir---she told him to tell me that my father and Atya that her brother was no more!!!One look at my face was enough----Sudhir could see that already knew!!!!The saddest part is that I didn't weep after this---I'd already said my Farewell to Daddy almost a year earlier--------Mauritius is a part of this World I'll NEVER visit------my fantasy that he still lives there will end if I do!!!
I know that my father is dead--came to terms with it almost instantly and being practical minded moved on to try to clear up the mess his death created for my mother and my sisters--it was a time to act--not weep!!!That's another story---maybe someday I'll blog about it!!!