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Ghostly Tales!!!

Wednesday, March 30, 2011

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The Circuit House,Kasauli
In the Hills and Mountains of Himachal Pradesh---Tales of Ghosts are abundant.My Amma was a "Pahadan" or Hillwoman from that Region and very early in Life we were told the methods of keeping these thwarted Spirits at bay.I never really took her seriously---till once I had reason to and how!!!
Daddy had booked us into the Circuit House in Kasauli for 10 days in Summer---and we occupied the Upper Storey.This Circuit House was a beautiful place---with typical British Raj Furnishings.Built in Wood with a Stone Foundation it had beautiful Bay windows overlooking the Garden---then a riot of Colours and Scented Air---thanks to the profusion of Flowers.Daddy and I would walk for quite a distance and he'd hire a Pony for me to ride back---walking alongside me--pointing out the beautiful views---various Flora and Fauna---the Langurs and the Monkeys chattering overhead---it used to be a special time for me!!Daddy loved Trekking in the Hills and while he allowed me to join him sometimes---on the more difficult Climbs he left me behind---something that I hated!!
The highest Point in Kasauli is Monkey Point---a very steep climb.Daddy decided to watch the Sunrise from there and to accomplish this he decided to leave at 4 a.m.---giving him sufficient time to reach the Peak comfortably!!Being the stubborn mule that I was---I managed to keep awake and when I heard him moving around---got dressed too!!My Plan was to shadow him till we were halfway up the Trail and then join him---for then he'd have no choice but to take me along!!I stole out after him---sticking to the shadows(learnt sleuthing from Enid Blyton's Five Findouters!!)in the Passage---till I saw the glow of a fire burning in the Fireplace below!!There were 2 stuffed Horsehair Chairs on either side of it---and in one of those a man was seated---a Britisher--reading by the Firelight!!!Feeling my stare upon him he lifted his face----which was invisible---there was nothing there!!Badly rattled and chilled to the bone I scooted back into Mikki's room---climbing into Amma's bed and clinging tightly to her!!My teeth were chattering and I shivered for a long time---the whole thing was extremely unnerving!!The next day Amma managed to piece together the entire Story---and thoroughly alarmed took me to an "Ojha" or Shaman who performed the Exorcism on me----he kept mumbling some rhythmic Chants and patting me on the head with Peacock Feathers and in half an hour he proclaimed that I was lucky---because I ran away before the "Sahib" could possess me!!This done I spent the rest of the Days in Kasauli under Amma's Eagle eye---she really kept me in her vision always!!
After this brush with the Spirit World my curiosity was peaked---and I began going over the incident in my mind----did that incident really happen---or was it my Imagination?One thing was certain---I was too badly spooked---and wide awake for it to have been a Dream!!Our old Ancestral home in Kolhapur too had it's spooky moments---the wooden Staircase creaking at night,weird shapes casting shadows on the Walls---strange sounds and grunts being heard in the middle of the night---but nothing to be seen!!Luckily for quite some time nothing happened and I grew up,married and becme a mother too--without any further sightings.By now I knew that my Sixth Sense was very strong---I would get Signs for both the Good and the Bad experiences looming up in the near Future---but these were just that---Signs.There is a Hill Station near us called Mahabaleshwar----at a distance of 6 hours drive from Mumbai.The first time we went there---I took an irrational dislike to it---though both the Girls and Sudhir loved it!!It soon became a regular Summer Destination for us on the way back from Kolhapur---and I just hated it more and more!!The whole place gave me the Chills!!On one trip I realised why-----there were certain paths there which I just dreaded---and on of these one night while returning to our Hotel after boating in the Venna Lake---I saw this woman in white----again faceless---under a huge Banyan Tree!!Luckily the Car quickly sped past the spot and I resisted the urge to turn back for another look---and the next morning we left for Bombay.
On our return home Lotta took me aside and asked me if I had seen anything---to which I counter questioned why?That was when she told me that she'd seen that Woman standing there under the Banyan Tree many times----not just that she'd also seen a man carrying Buckets of Water outside their Hotel Window from Midnight till early Dawn---that did it for me!!!From the next year we began taking our Vacations all over the length and breadth of India---and Mahabaleshwar got left behind!!
Mahabaleshwar

  
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EACHDAYAGIFT 4/3/2011 12:50PM

    What beautiful scenery, but wow, spooky!!!! I don't believe in ghosts in the daylight, but when it gets dark, I begin to have doubts! I never get scared thinking of robbers or human violence when I am alone, but ghosts and demons are another story! If I get up during the night, I never let myself look in the mirror in the darkness, because of a silly game girls used to play during sleepovers called "I believe in Mary Worth". I'm still afraid I might see her, LOL!

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BOVEY63 3/31/2011 2:04PM

    How scary - I wouldn't want to go back either!
Loved the pictures - beautiful!

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ZANNACHAN 3/30/2011 12:06PM

    Beautiful pictures but yeah I got goose bumps from reading that! Creepy.

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SAASHA17 3/30/2011 12:03PM

    Sheesh woman..i am not sleeping tonight..that is scary..I have heard my uncles tell me stories like these too..woa...

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ATMANI 3/30/2011 8:42AM

    Beautiful pictures Komal; and I enjoyed reading your memoir. One of these days, you should publish your memoirs for the reading community to enjoy!

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*MADHU* 3/30/2011 8:33AM

    The beautiful pictures alone send shivers down my spine and I've got goose bumps reading about this emoticon

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Being Me---Conclusion!!!

Tuesday, March 29, 2011

My childhood was full of things that are obsolete today.For instance our Indian Air Conditioning was superb---and scented!!!Thick "Chattis" or Woven pieces of Thatch made of the scented "Khus" Grass would be sold as Summer approached---These would be fixed over the open Windows.A constantly dripping pipe would keep these heavily soaked and moist.A Table Fan would whirr away in the Balcony facing these "Chattis"--thus blowing cool,scented Air into the closed Bedroom!!!The experience was very exotic and relaxing---ensuring a good Afternoon Siesta when temperatures soared above 45 Degrees Celcius and over as Summer wore on!!Not just this---the wonderful Earth scented Water from the Clay Pots called "Suraahees" and "Matkaas" was deliciously refreshing!!These Pots would have Garlands of "Mogra Flowers"(Jasmine) strung around their necks---perfuming the Atmosphere!!Also the Summer Nights would be spent on the Terrace under the open Sky-----Mosquito Nets unfortunately were a necessary Evil!!The Moonlit nights would be the best---all the World around bathed in a cool,clear Silvery glow----very Poetic and Magical!!
The beautiful Natural Surroundings I grew up in are today a part of the Past---thick Pine and Fir Forests and Wild flower scented Hiking Trails,clear,pure Water from the tumbling Mountain Brooks---and the clean,pure Air----all are a part of a bygone Era----belonging to Yesterday!!
Childhood is the relatively care-free period of one's Life---and the Joys of discovering new Facts are very fascinating---these are new only to the child experiencing them---but old hat for the World at large!!On my 5th.Birthday Daddy gifted me a "Movie Theatre"----made out of an old Cardboard Box.He had cut out the Lid to form a Screen---and made holes in the two sides corresponding to these.Two sticks were fitted in those Holes---these held a long strip of Paper!!!Daddy had cut out strips from the "Illustrated Weekly of India" Comic Page featuring The Phantom's Exploits,painstakingly stuck these together over a strip of Paper to form entire Episodes---which were then carefully stuck on and rolled over the stick on the right hand side---the end firmly stuck to the stick on the Left hand side.By twisting the left hand stick the Paper Strip would unfurl and I could view the entire episodes in actual Sequence----God alone knows when he found the time to do all this---for he left before I woke up and returned after I went to bed!!When my Lotta was a baby he made a Clown---it's face was a cut out of Lotta's face---and each time she pulled a string attached to it---the Clown would dance--moving his arms and legs in rhythmic movements!!She adored it---it was her favourite toy---a gift from her darling"Aabuja"!!!Unfortunately he died young--aged just 53 years on 15th.October 1974--when she was 3 years old and Sayali just 25 days old!!I really wish that both of them had known him and he them---for these two were the only Grandchildren my Parents were destined to have!!
I have always considered myself extremely lucky to have been born when I did---the experiences of Nature that I have enjoyed have given me a Treasure Chest full of Memories---Peacocks dancing wildly under the deep Purply Black Clouds roiling over head with Lightning dancing and flashing in their depths---the sudden rush of early Summer Hail Storms---huge balls of Ice hitting the Earth wit a terrific Rat-a-Tat-Tat staccato beat---the musky smell of fine Sand swirling in through crevices in Doors and Windows during an"Aandhi" or Sand Storm blowing in from Rajasthan--the grainy taste of it on the tip of my Tongue---and the warm Earthy smell of the thirsty Earth soaking up the Summer Showers---all these faces of Nature have really given me indescribable Pleasure!!!My beautiful Bluey-Purple Mountains and the beautiful clear Starry nights I slept under---all have enriched me in many ways.They have taught me to love my surroundings with a Passion and have given me an eye for Beauty--be it a fertile Valley or a stark Desert--Nature is just so very awesomely beautiful!!It also taught me to love my Country with a fervent Passion---while I love travelling---India is the ONLY place I consider HOME!!

  
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EACHDAYAGIFT 4/3/2011 12:40PM

    Encore! Encore! No conclusion will be allowed! Keep those reminiscences coming as they come to you! I told Lloyd the stories of Ritu and the kittens, the makeup and perfume capers, the broken glass... he had a good laugh over those !

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PARM01 3/29/2011 9:50PM

    Thanks a million for the wonderful memories!!!! emoticon emoticon emoticon

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ZANNACHAN 3/29/2011 6:54PM

    Some day I would love to visit your part of India, even though I realize that it's much changed from your childhood. You always make it sound so lovely.

How I would have loved those screens you described growing up! We didn't have central air until I was in college (this is Michigan, so even now a lot of homes don't have central air), so growing up we'd open the windows and put large box fans in them at night. I used to go to bed listening to music in the distance--turns out it was from a park where music was often played in the evenings--and think it was Angel music, LOL!

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RAIN454 3/29/2011 5:36PM

    Your use of imagery and description is beautiful, Komal, and a true testament to what a great writer you are! Sad to hear that your dad passed on so early and it must have been really hard on you, esp after Sayali was not even a month old. With a toddler and a newborn, thats just hard to comprehend how you dealt with that. Shows what a strong person I already knew you were. Thanks for all the stories. My sister made me a "movie box" once too just for fun with old archie comics...brought back great memories! Thanks again! emoticon and emoticon es

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BOVEY63 3/29/2011 4:23PM

    Your words describe so beautifully all that surrounded you.

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SAASHA17 3/29/2011 10:28AM

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Manasa

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MARTHA503 3/29/2011 3:22AM

    beautifully written and could "see" the landscape as you poetically describe it.

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Being Me--14

Monday, March 28, 2011

Mummy and Prabha Maushi were like Sisters---but had a very different approach to Life!!!Mummy was a perfectionist---getting her approval was frustrating----but Prabha Maushi---Pra Maushi for short---was easy going---and so we'd home in on her each time we wanted to have our Experiments in Cooking!!!Poor Pra Maushi's kitchen ould look as if a Hurricane had hit after we finished---but she never complained!!Both Anju and I were blessed with extremely thick,long Black hair---but washing it out and then detangling and combing it out would be a nightmare!!Mummy'd liberally pour in the "Amla"(Indian Gooseberry)Oil--home made with loads of Ayurvedic Herbs and Amla---a beautifully scented Oil----she'd apply so much of it that it ran down in rivulets down my Face--and then comb out the Tangles---jerking my head this way and that as if I was a Rag Doll---how I hated those 15-20 minutes of Torture!!Pra Maushi on the other hand applied just the right amount of Oil---finger combed the hair first to untangle it---and then combed through the Tangles so gently that one didn't even realise when she was through---very smooth!!Funny thing is that while I preferred Pra Maushi---Anju preferred Mummy--so we'd crossover on Saturday nights---sleeping over in each other's homes!!
My hair fell almost upto my knees---and was very thick but very fine in texture.Due to this it always seemed as if I had back combed my Hair to form a "Bouffant" or "Bird's Nest " on my head!!!The Nuns were very strict with us---we HAD to tie 2 Plaits which had to be doubled up and tied with Black Ribbons--we called this style the "Cocker Spaniel's Ears"!!!Doubled up also my Plaits hung down to my waist like thick,heavy ropes of Hair---my friends called me "Rapunzel" in fun!!One of the Nuns----Mother Marcia---felt that I back combed my Hair---and one afternoon on my way back to Class after Lunch she caught hold of me and unplaited one Plait---ran a comb through my Hair---and on finding nothing---tried to help me plait it again---an impossible job for me because of the thickness of the strands!!!Finally she allowed me to just manage my hair somehow----terribly untidy looking---but it couldn't be helped!!Later when she met Mummy during our Concert she complimented her on her Stamina---in plaiting my Hair daily!!
All three of us had fabulous Hair---but Mikki's was the best of all---long,thick,Black and lustrous---but by the time Mummy realised it was sapping her growth it was too late.Mikki didn't go beyond 5'2"!!However today thanks to Mumbai Water all 3 of us have only a fraction of our Hair left---but the thickness of even Mikki's reduced Hair will still give a young lady heartburn---it's still full and thick by normal standards!!Mikki's Hair wouldn't be washed in Winter----it required 3 days of Sunshine to dry!!!Since every time it snowed in the Mountains it rained in the Plains---this was left unwashed---cleaned with hot Towel Baths instead on Sunny Days!!Towels would be wrung out in hot Water and then Mikki's Hair would be divided in 3 layers---the bottom layer would be scrubbed first,then the middle one and finally the top layer---then each layer would be rubbed with thick dry Towels to soak away any moisture left in the Hair----an exhausting Excercise for Amma and Mummy!!!Poor Mikki then had to sit in the Sun the whole day---just to dry out!!
Daddy and I were "Buddies"---in all his Projects he involved me----and I involved him in mine!!!Both my Parents were extremely artistic---they'd dressed me up as "Rose Red" in a Crepe Paper Dress they sat and fashioned together---I must have barely 2 years old---and I walked away with the First Prize----the Dress was carefully packed in Tissue Paper for quite a few years---don't know where it went---perhaps lost when we shifted and relocated!!Daddy had fashioned most of our Furniture himself---out of Wooden Crates and Planks---and then painted it over---including our Bamboo Sofa set---each Sunday he'd enlist me to help him tighten the "Nevaar" a woven Indian Cotton strip---a number of these were woven together to form the base over the Bamboo Frame!!Not just that--we'd put up Shelves or make a Canoe--stretching the Oil Cloth tight over the light weight wooden frame!!!I could row really well---but couldn't swim!!We'd walk approximately 7 miles each evening--walking from our home to the Sukhna Lake--then walking the entire length of the Promenade and back--getting home exhiliarated by the brisk pace!!
I was Daddy's "Pathan"--a wiry 90 lbs.but with an Elephant's strength!!I could lift upto 70 lbs easily---a little more with a little effort--and was very active in Athletics---my favourite Sports were playing Badminton and taking part in Discus and Shot Put Throws.I also loved to take part in the Long Jump and Javelin Throw---and was the Captain of the Red Team in my Final Year in School.Each time Daddy went out of Town on a Tour it was my job to check the Doors and Windows---for Mummy was petrified of Robbers and thieves!!!So was I---only it was below my Dignity to admit to Fear---it still is---my cool and calm demeanor makes people think about how brave I am--while I'm literally quaking inside!!

  
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EACHDAYAGIFT 4/3/2011 12:31PM

    My hair was first worn in a pony tail which I loved to swish back and forth. Around first grade my mom had it cut in a "pixie cut", which looked cute but I was mortified when my little brother said I had "boy hair". The worst was the phase where my mom would give us home permanents. OMG, stinky and the results were horrendous. I think the popularity of Shirley Temple in her youth made Mama think curly hair would make us cuter. She styled it like a woman would wear and we looked ridiculous!

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ZANNACHAN 3/28/2011 4:25PM

    What great stories!

Funny--when I was a little girl my mom used to style my hair like that all the time (I didn't have as much hair--it doesn't sound like it was nearly as thick and it was shorter, more like waist-long, but she would braid it in two braids and then tie up the ends to make big loops). I don't know anyone else who ever did that--then again, I had longer hair than most of the kids I went to school with.

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SAASHA17 3/28/2011 12:33PM

    Lovely read..Reminds me how my mom would oil and henna my hair every week. i had little hair but that was no excuse to run wild. Even now I try to do as much as mom did but well its never the same. But she does say " Wish u had long hair, I would have caught hold of u and make u listen to me while combing it" hehehe...Like I would let her...

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ATMANI 3/28/2011 7:59AM

    Oh, the combing of the hair... brings back so many memories. I had similar complaints about my mom's combing vs. my maushi's. emoticon

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Being Me--13

Thursday, March 24, 2011

Holi always reminds me of Ritu's love for "Puran Polies"!!She just adores these---and Mummy's "Puran Polies" were truly superlative---soft and melting in the mouth!!!Each time Mummy made these for certain Festivals Ritu'd create a scene when the last few were left---laying claim to all the Polies left---throwing an irritating Tantrum to get her way!!Finally Daddy got fed up of these Tantrums---and decreed that Mummy would make these for Ritu alone and feed her these till she refused to eat any more!!!So this experiment was put into practice---every week Mummy'd make stacks of these in large numbers---and Ritu would be fed these for Breakfast,Lunch,Tea and Dinner----in six months we all got fed up of these to such an extent that even today I can't eat more than one at a time!!!Madame Ritu ate her way merrily through these for a full year----that's when Mummy gave up--she was fed up with making these constantly!!This regular practice made her even more proficient---and Ritu more addicted---even today she can put away 3-4 at a single sitting!!!The Plan backfired---and how!!
Mummy's best friend was Prabha Maushi---another Mumbaite.These two women were so close that we thought Prabha Maushi was Mummy's younger sister!!!Her husband Madhu Kaka was an Architect too and she got married a year after my Parents.Their daughter Anjali(Anju) was born a year after me,son Rahul a year after Mikki and a second daughter Gaouri a year after Ritu----thus we were all evenly spaced out and considered ourselves first cousins---and share that same bond even today!!Gouri and I were specially close----and from my age of 4 her age of 3 we began studying Classical Indian Dance together----she and I both learnt the Bharata Natyam together.Madhu Kaka belonged to Dewaas in the State of Madhya Pradesh and was very close to Kumar Gandharva---a very famous young Singer.This gentleman would visit Chandigarh frequently to perform at the Tagore Theatre---and would put up at Madhu Kaka-Prabha Maushi's home----there used to be impromptu Recitals or "Mehfils" in Prabha Maushi's home----lasting till early hours of the morning.All of us children would try to stay awake but would nod off---being carried to bed by our fathers----still dreaming of that heavenly voice washing over us!!Our Parents were regular visitors to the Jallandhar sangeet Sammelan---Kumar Kaka supplying the Passes and thus we'd all of us be Amma's responsibility for the better part of the Week till the four of them were away!!One memory of this couple really styands out--bringing a smile to my lips even today!!The "Bread Wallah" would come by on his Cycle with the daily quota of Fresh Bread every evening----and it was such a delight to watch him smoothly and evenly slice the soft,warm Bread Loaf into slices of equal thickness---with infinite ease!!It was as if the knife was sliding through Butter!!On Saturdays however he had instructions to deliver 2 Loaves instead of the usual one---and that too unsliced!!Once the 2 Loaves were delivered and the Bread Wallah left---there'd be a free for all---with each one of grabbing the Loaves and tearing off the Crisp Crust---leaving the soft Bread untouched!!When the entire Crust was consumed,Prabha Maushi'd placed the Bread in the Bread Bin---and next morning it would be broken by all of us into tiny crumbs----to be made into Spicy Bread Upma!!This simple Breakfast dish was and still is one of my favourites---and Prabha Maushi made it perfectly---even today the taste of her Upma lingers on my tongue!!
Anju and I were inseparable---partners in many things---but mainly in Dance.Our Dance Teacher was a Bengali---and thanks to him we gave written Exams to get our Degrees or "Vishaarad" in our chosen field---"Bharat Natyam".We were regular Stage Performers on various occasions--taking part in different Variety Programs as well as the Maharashtra Mandal Programs.I gave up after my marriage but Anju continued with her Dancing---and today teaches Dance in a Girls High School--as well as giving Stage Shows in Dubai---where she lives with her husband.Both her daughters are married and well settled--both being well qualified Career Women---we've all come a long way from those days!!!

  
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EACHDAYAGIFT 4/3/2011 12:18PM

    I would have loved to see you dance!

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ZANNACHAN 3/28/2011 4:16PM

    Awesome story! The food always sounds soooooo goood *grin*

How cool you got to study traditional dancing! That must have been a wonderful experience. I'm not super familiar with it but I've seen some traditional Indian dances (not sure if it's the same or not, since I don't know what it was called) and it was beautiful.

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MAGIK0731 3/25/2011 4:57PM

    Happy belated Holi!

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SAASHA17 3/24/2011 8:24PM

    YummmBread...pooran poli...Yumm..thats all i saw in the whole blog:P

Rainey another Upma version for u...

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BOVEY63 3/24/2011 1:01PM

    Another awesome blog. I know that I mentioned it before, but I sure hope you are keeping copies of these blogs for your children, grandchildren..... they are truly priceless and will be a gift to all your family generations to come.

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Being Me--12

Wednesday, March 23, 2011

By now our Menagerie included an Alsation Dog named "Pasha"----a very bad tempered beast---but a very good Night Patroller for the entire street!!!Then there was "Cutie" ,a tiny Skye Terrier Bitch---sweet natured and loving.The main "Star" of our home was our pure bred Siamese Cat named "Polar Bear"---a really snooty animal---reduced by Ritu to being called plain "Pussy"!!Polar Bear was originally owned by a British family---and when they returned to England needed a home.Ritu begged and begged Daddy so very piteously that he gave in and brought her home---thinking she was a Tom!!Now he didn't realise that Polar Bear was preganant though Mummy kept wondering at the Cat's ability to gain weight on a daily basis----till the day she used Mummy's best Pashmina Shawl to give birth to her six Kittens in Mummy's closet!!There was such a pandemonium that day----Cutie ran into the room just after the birth let in by an impatient Ritu----barking excitedly and Mummy who was with Polar Bear trying to find a way to extricate both her and the Kittens from the Closet---got so badly scratched on her hand that she needed six stitches!!These six Kittens were so beautiful and cute---pale beige with Cocoa Paws,Ears and Snouts they had each inherited their mother's mis matched eyes---one Emerald Green---the other Sapphire Blue!! Ritu promptly named them in the following manner---Mintoo,Pintoo,Chintoo,Tintoo,Kint
oo and Bintoo---and those poor Kittens began getting smothered by her affections.They quickly replaced her Dolls---she began dressing them up in Doll's clothes and would wrap them up---actually swaddle them up like human babies!!Despite Mummy's spankings and Amma's entreaties---nothing worked---everything always came back to square one---till one day things came to a head!!It had rained heavily the previous night and the Garden was soggy---the Lawn sopping wet.Madame Ritula as usual walked into the Winter Sunlight with her charges and let them play---till she realised how muddy and dirty they'd become!!So before any one could chastise or scold her, she quickly swooped down on them and scooped up all her charges,rushed them into the Bathroom and put the Plug in the Basin.Then she filled the Basin with cold Water----and one by one dropped those poor hapless Kittens in!!The terrible mewling that followed brought Amma rushing in post haste---and then the those poor Babies were rescued,wrapped in thick Turkish Towels and dropped in front of the Heater which was switched on pronto---to help dry them out!!That was the one and only time that Amma lost her cool---in the entire time I'd known her!!She caught hold of Ritu and shook her hard wailing all the time"Yeh kyaa kiyaa Bawaa--Billian mar jayengi toh teraah toley kee Billian banani padengee Sahab ko--woh bhi chhey--Billi maarna Paap hai Bawaa!!"Meaning if these Kittens die---your father will have to make 6 Cat figurines of 130 gms.Pure Gold each---for killing a Cat is considered a Sin!!That day Ritu got it right, left and centre---by evening with the exception of Mintoo the rest were all given away by Mummy to whoever wanted them on first come first serve basis---and Ritu was thoroughly spanked and scolded--and left feeling very sorry for herself!!Very soon this birthing of Kittens became a regular feature in our home---snooty Polar Bear became plain Pussy and stopped discriminating about the pedigree of the Toms!!
Daddy's younger sister---Kusum Atya's family had just shifted to New Delhi from Lucknow and they visited us in early 1965.Both my cousins---Meera 2 years older than me and Vaija 9 months my senior---thought they were very "Sophisticated" compared to us Country Bumpkins---because they'd studied for a while in one of the famous Boarding Schools of Mussoorie---a beautiful Hill Station in the then North Indian State of Uttar Pradesh.We were meeting each other after a long gap of 5 years---and both of them turned up their noses at our Pets---saying that it was cruel to keep Animals as Pets!!!Besides they also laughed at our Agriculturist neighbours-----while enjoying Auntyjee's excellent Yoghurt,Butter and Chhaas!!Later in the year Meera came down to spend part of the Summer Vacation with us---and that was when we set her straight!!
Mummy was a so-so housekeeper---always relying on her Domestic Staff to keep the show running---but unfortunately Amma's ailing father became serious and she had to leave to nurse him.This was a big blow to all of us---specially me ---and the Farewell took place in a flood of tears!!We were not accustomed to so many things---mainly being by ourselves---and besides Ritu was a real terror---needing to be watched constantly!!Ritu loved drinking Mummy's home made Squash by the Bottles---and would only drink it in Daddy's Crystal Glasses---despite being warned again and again against using these.Finally one day a glass finally broke---and all 4 of us were terror struck---Punishment would be meted out to all 3 of us---Ritu for breaking it and Mikki and me not preventing her from using it!!Mummy was very slipper happy---and meteing out spankings was her favourite pastime!!That was when Meera had an idea---we'd dispose off the Glass on the Garage Roof for the time being and then get rid of the broken Glass later---since there was no option we agreed.It was done and forgotten---till a few days later we were very rudely reminded of it.
On a lazy Sunday afternoon when our Parents were out visiting,as usual Ritu climbed on to the Garage Roof to pick a few ripe Grapes from the Muslin Bags---and while climbing down stepped squarely on the jagged edges of the Glass---incurring a very deep cut on her Sole!!!This began bleeding profusely and howling at the top of her voice she somehow managed to climb back up to the Terrace and limp into my Bedroom---leaving a sticky trail of bright red Blood behind her!!It was Mikki's quick thinking that worked--I was totally stunned and Meera fell down in a swoon at the sight of Blood!!Mikki quickly wrapped Ritu's foot in a towel and elevated it on a footstool---and urged me to tie a Tourniquet around her leg--- which I did---but the bleeding just wouldn't stop!!It was Mikki who called up our Parents at the place they were visiting to inform and ask them to get home post haste.Luckily they were at our Family Doctor's home and he accompanied them back.The Bleeding had reduced but it stopped after an Injection from Doctor Uncle---and then Ritu was carted away to his Clinic to get her foot stitched and bandaged---ending up with two more shots---one of Tetanus and the other a Painkiller.Mikki and I washed away the Blood from the Floor---letting Meera stay unconscious till we were done----we'd lost patience with her regaining consciousness---seeing the Blood on the Floor---and swooning again umpteen number of times by the time Ritu was attended to!!
This incident made our Parents sit all 3 of us down and tell us that one should never shy away from telling the Truth----for suppressing it could lead to unnecessary complications.There Honesty was always the best Policy---and no matter what the consequences---one should always stick to the Truth!!This left such a deep mark on my mind---that if I try to lie I get caught out instantly!!I have lived my Life since then following the Principle"Honesty is the Best Policy!!"

  
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EACHDAYAGIFT 4/3/2011 11:28AM

    You really should write a book for children about all these antics! My favorite stories to read when i was little were those of children defying the rules and doing all sorts of things I didn't dare to do, then holding my breath as they either got away with it or reaped the consequences. Your cousin's repetitive swooning cracked me up, too! Were your parents prematurely gray from living with you imps????

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ZANNACHAN 3/24/2011 12:52PM

    Wonderful stories!

When I was a little kid, I used to dress my poor cat up in baby clothes too... once I broke my mom's antique baby buggy by putting the cat (dressed in baby clothes) in it and trying to roll it down the stairs emoticon

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PARM01 3/24/2011 3:06AM

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SAASHA17 3/23/2011 11:40PM

    thanks for the fun read....

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BOVEY63 3/23/2011 1:18PM

    Another great blog!

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ATMANI 3/23/2011 9:37AM

    emoticon Thanks for a good read!

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