My loss

When I was in school..
Two ladies always came together...
To talk to my teachers or pick me up.

My classmates said..
You have two mothers..
Surrogate Mother and Birth mother ...
I have always thought so too...

On Friday night..
Surrogate Mother passed away...
When I was at the other end of the world..

The World Cup and its unsung heroes!!!!

The World Cup is ours!!!
The Victory lap has been run..
Dhoni and his boys have been glorified!!
The team has been rewarded in cash and in kind!!!
But sadly some who played a major role in the Victory remain unsung!!!

The truth may stun you..
But it has to be told....
Spouse ...
And some others of similar mettle!!!!
Played a major role!!!
And really deserve a part of the glory!!!

Without them..
Like Sita...
The World Cup may have been snatched and taken away across the seas to Lanka!!!!

Here's what happened...
It is Spouse's firm belief that if he watches India play...
We will lose!!!!!
And to his credit...
He acted on this belief!!!

When India played Pakistan...
Spouse...an ardent cricket fan...
Forced himself to go to bed early!!!
Sure enough...
India won!!!!
That proved it!!!
He had hit upon the sure-shot mantra for victory!!!

So
When the Finals came on...
He watched Srilanka bat...
And then...
Crept unwillingly to bed...
Stirred only by the sound of a distant cracker...
He rushed to the TV...
To watch Dhoni hit us to victory!!!!

Just across..
In my parental home...
Birth mother was forced by Father et al...
To remain confined to the bedroom....
Apparently...
The longer she stayed inside..
The more runs India made!!!

So you see..
The World Cup was not won by the Indian cricket team alone...
So many...like Spouse...
Heroic in their own way...
Indulged in some similar act of idiocy....
Sometimes bordering on lunacy!!!
Only to ensure India's victory!!!!

Across the length and breadth of the country...
Cricket fans valiantly refrained..
From moving from uncomfortable positions on the couch...
From indulging in a loo break...and...
Promised to perform abishekams..archanais... and tonsure their heads!!!
All to ensure an Indian victory!!!

Madrasgirl salutes these unsung heroes!!!
Born to blush unseen...

Truly...
The World Cup was won ONLY by such acts of solemn sacrifice!!!
This was a TEAM INDIAN effort!!!

Jai Hind!!!!!!

The rhythm of routine....

Routine..
The word conjures images...
Of being stuck in a groove...
Like the needle of a record player....
Or being yoked to a plough...
Like oxen!!

Routine has become synonymous with the rat race that is our lives today!!!
We are constantly trying to break away from it!!!

Yet...
All of us have routines that we follow..
Little rituals that we perform on a daily basis..
In a certain order.....

Every day....
We follow...
Those same little patterns of being and doing!!!!

My routine in the morning....
Now that summer has set in...
Is to sit out on the verandah...
And read the morning papers...

My cup of coffee in hand....
I look up every now and then...
To listen to the ruckus of the birds in the trees...

I look forward to this....
It sets the pace for the rest of my day!!!!

Soon...
This pattern may change a little...
I may go pluck some flowers for the morning pooja..
And then do the newspaper-coffee on the verandah routine!!

Or I may abandon it for a new routine...
I may nip across and have coffee in my parental home!!!

Our daily routines...
Change in subtle small ways...
That we barely notice!!
But they are enjoyable...
And perhaps..
Because they are predictable...
They lend comfort..
And add a touch of certainty to our existence!!!

Yet...
When there is a crisis of any sort in our lives........
Routine is the first casualty!!!
It is quickly abandoned!!!
We then long for those familiar patterns...
Of living of normality!!!...

We miss our usual daily routine!!!

I love those little routines...
That are a part of my life...
They add a certain cadence...
A rhythm to my life!!!

Hey!!
But then..I am a creature of habit!!

Adios!!!

The perfect life.......

Brother and I..
Used to be sent to junior school...
In a hand-pulled rickshaw.....

As we went over the first big bridge in Chetpet...
We would see...

A man wearing a hat...
Sitting on a bench...
Under the shade of a tree....
On the island.....
In the middle of Chetpet lake....
Angling for fish...
And watching the world go by.....

He was...
Insulated from the hustle and bustle...
Of everyday routine...
Free of the fear of going to school...
With homework half done...
To face an irate school teacher!!!

Free of office!!!
Free of all forms of organizational slavery!!!!

I envied him so much!!!
This lone angler...
Who seemed to be living the perfect life!!!
Hey!...I could aspire to be something like this!!!

I was therefore pleasantly surprised when Surrogate Mother's spouse..
Said he too had envied someone...
In almost the same manner!!

Years ago..
He would drop Surrogate Mother off at her clinic...
A middle-aged man lived opposite...
He would sit at his doorway...
On his easy-chair....
Reading a newspaper and glancing up at the world going by....
Much to the envy of SM's spouse...
Who had to trudge off to an office job he never really cared about!!!

I wonder if all of us have someone...
Whom we saw..
As leading a charmed existence!!!
The Huck Finns of the world....
Who had opted out...
And watched as a crazy world ....
Rushed by!!!!

Cheers then!!!

Difficult to let go.......

Living in an enclave...
Of elderly relatives....
Makes one aware..
More than ever of the fragility of life...
And its impermanence...

We often move from one crisis..
To the next...
As the old have their problems...

One surfaces..
As the next struggles under...

Wise friend counsels me to..
Learn to let go...
If you really love them...
You will let them go...

Easier said than done...

Having reached and crossed the mid-century mark...
I look around and find that almost half the familiar faces...
Of those friends of family and relatives...distant and near...
That have peopled my life up until now..
Are no longer there...

I have been fortunate...
To have had them with me until now...
But that only makes it more difficult...
Especially because
My life has revolved around them these past few years...

Perhaps it is also because..
I am more bound to their generation...
Feel closer and more comfortable with them..
Than with the younger ones...
I feel...
More cherished by them....

It is natural therefore...
That I value them...

They are old friends...
Among the best that I have had...
So I like to be selfish..
And hope that they will stay on..

As..
I'd hate to say
Goodbye....

Those lazy Sundays....

I miss those lazy Sundays...
Of my childhood and youth...
In my Grandfather's house..
And later my Father's....
Before Spouse et al came into my life!!

Rising late..
Reading the Sunday papers...
Eating a hearty breakfast....
Lounging unwashed around the house till evening....
Reading a book....
Were pleasures I never appreciated enough back then..

Now Sundays are punctuated...
By visitors dropping in...
Mundane chores to be done...
Some place that has to be gone to...
Something that has to get done...
Routine creeps into the weekend too!!
Sigh!!!

Is Spouse the unwitting villain then??
Or is it the matrimonial state...
That is the Sunday-spoiler of all time!!!

To be etched in my memory.......

Yesterday.....
After dinner..
I walked in to my parents' home..
For a late night chat!!
And found Father beaming!!!

He had spent all morning...
Looking over an old file of letters...
That he had found...
And told me about it..

I could not resist...
I looked too and found...
Among others...
Old letters written by Birth mother...
In January 1958....

All about me...
Being spoilt silly by grandparents...
Being mean to Ponni...
The girl from Cook's village...
Who was then my playmate...

Yes!!!
We employed child labour..
Back then.. :(
Birth mother takes Ponni's side...

Seems like I was a little wild thing!!!
Seems like I was rather unpredictable too...

Birth mother apologizes for her handwriting...
Unable to find her pen...
She says she had to use a wooden pen with a nib that had to be dipped into an inkstand!!!!

Little nuggets of memory come back...
I used to call my father Bubba...
I had forgotten that!!
And Surrogate Mother...
Was Cho-cha aunty!!!

Good to see Grandfather's loping hand...once again..

I see Birth mother in a new light...
She seems to have worried a great deal about me...
And I always thought she was the carefree uncaring one back then!!!

She asks Father to do an archanai
To Thyagarajar at Tiruvarur!!
In my name!!!

I sense two young people.....
Fretting and fussing over their first child...
Taking their first steps as parents....
A little unsure of themselves!!!

I realize that ...
I share a different bond with them...
I go further back than my siblings...
I am filled with warmth..
And affection....

I read out bits of old letters...
Written to Father...
By people now long dead!!!!
And then come home...

The day ended well!!!
Shared memories made it
An evening to be remembered...

May there be such days in your life too!!!
Adios!!!