Saturday, April 2, 2016

B: BERTIE Wooster

Ah, British humour. I always think I got lost in the world of Bertie Wooster and Jeeves and Aunt Agatha and Glossop and all the rest. In fact, I revisit them often and they never fail to leave me refreshed and in a rather rummy frame of mind!

“And so the merry party began. It was one of those jolly, happy, bread-crumbling parties where you cough twice before you speak, and then decide not to say it after all.” 
― P.G. WodehouseMy Man Jeeves

Friday, April 1, 2016

A: ASLAN

Long before the Chronicles of Narnia became a block buster film, I discovered the magical world of "The Lion, the Witch and The Wardrobe." Yes, it was the lion that stirred my imagination the most. In addition to the extensive collection of books we had at home (everyone loved to read, specially my grandfather who introduced me to many worlds... more about that later) my mother was the Librarian at school. So there never was a shortage of books in the house. And my Mom kept bringing us new things to try. The Lion, the Witch and the Wardrobe was my first C.S. Lewis....

“I was the lion who forced you to join with Aravis. I was the cat who comforted you among the houses of the dead. I was the lion who drove the jackals from you while you slept. I was the lion who gave the horses the new strength of fear for the last mill so that you should reach King Lune in time. And I was the lion you do not remember who pushed the boat in which you lay, a child near death, so that it came to shore where a man sat, wakeful at midnight, to receive you.” 
 
C.S. Lewis

Monday, March 21, 2016

Friends in Fiction

Yes, it's time for that April A2Z Challenge again. I do hope some of you are reading this. Time for my theme reveal:

Friends in Fiction.


Sounds odd?

Not at all.
Anyone who loves to read will know what I'm talking about. It's those people who we read about and who stayed with us after the book was over...

Have you ever had friends like these? Wished you knew a Magic Faraway Tree? Had Noddy in your life? Went sailing with Tom Sawyer?

Well I did.

So this April is for some of those magical people who filled my waking hours with excitement and teased my imagination. Long after I had turned the last page.

Friday, February 5, 2016

Not quite my day!

I was rushing that day but determined to see it through. You see, it had just been a few weeks since I returned to the profession after the birth of my two daughters and I was determined that neither hail nor storm would prevent me from reaching court that day as I had, not one, but two cases on the list. I was feeling confident and strong. I could win the world today, I thought!
As I approached the imposing red building I realised what was wrong. My contact lens was giving trouble. My right eye itched. First I rubbed one edge and then I rubbed the other. It made the itch go away but then the irritation was back. It felt like there was something in my eye. Inside the court room, as I waited for my matter to be called, the itchiness became worse. I went to the Ladies room and splashed water. The irritation kept coming back. Somehow I managed the first case without too much of a fuss. And I was waiting for the other one to be called when someone asked me if I had conjunctivitis. I then went back to the loo, took out the errant lens licked it and re-inserted it hoping that would help. I had read somewhere that saliva Is a good lubricant for contact lens! But it only made the eye drier than ever. I splashed more water on the eye which had, by now become a blazing red and was screaming for attention, resolved to ignore it and made my way back to court. I think I made it through ten minutes without rubbing that eye but then I blinked and realised I was blind in one eye. The lens had fallen out!
I gingerly raised my hand to my face and found the lens on my cheek. “Lucky,” I thought, “no one has noticed. I'll just run along to the loo...” Luckily, my eyesight is not that bad. I could more or less see and my left eye was working fine. But right then, I heard my case being called. In all the confusion, I had been inattentive to the list which was proceeding serially. Not knowing what else to do, I quickly popped the lens in my mouth.
"I appear for the petitioner," I responded to the judge. Only it sounded something like "yai yai yai por ai er."  Or something to that effect! Have you ever tried to talk with something as delicate as a contact lens gingerly balanced in your mouth? The judge looked at me askance. I pushed the lens to the relative safety (I thought) of a corner of my cheek and began my submissions. Obviously my words were not all that clear and I was half mumbling. In the crowded courtroom everyone was looking at me, laughing at me, I thought. I looked around and looked at the judge. "Mrs. Banerjee , are you, do you....?" She left the rest unsaid. "Yes, my Lord, I mean , no my Lord,” I declared, all my confidence shattered. And swallowed.
The errant lens was gone. I realised my mouth was empty.
I looked back up at the judge and completed my submissions. Needless to say, as soon as it was over I rushed home. My  day in Court was done for the day!

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Thursday, January 28, 2016

Let's be friends...

Marriages, unfortunately, do not come with manuals. Neither does parenting. Both these experiences have no one word or phrase to describe them. They are constant, routine, ever-changing, continuously setting new deadlines and testing your limits....they also create some of the most beautiful bonds ever... the bond of a father and daughter, the bonds of siblings, the affection that spills over to your sibling's children, and their children and so forth...See that old man and woman sitting on the bench? They've been married for over 50 years. They have squabbled every day, they are old and slow and yet there they are together each evening in the park ... Love, you say? Yes, they possibly love each other but you know what, love is a rather strong word. I would like to believe that they also share that magical bond everyone seeks: friendship.
Actually if you and your spouse can be a friend to each other, that's half the battle won. As a lawyer who occasionally strays into the rather sticky area of divorce, I get a whole lot of clients who really shouldn't have to divorce... if only they could just try and accept the other person for who she/he is. But no, many couples make that mistake of marrying with the erroneous notion that they will change the other person. Very often these marriages are doomed from the start. Changes do happen. Changes are bound to happen when two people (or more) start to live together. But you cannot force these or decide on the direction they will take.  
My husband and I, for example, met at work and became friends long before marriage was contemplated. Only after marriage I realised that in reality, we were as alike as chalk and cheese. I was the punctual, military precision type, he was forever running late. I was a light sleeper, he was the kind that set the alarm but never woke up till someone physically dragged him out of bed. I couldn't sleep  with the lights on and he couldn't sleep in the dark. He was essentially conservative and religious, I did not have one reverent bone in my body. He was out-going and friendly and I was the introvert who hated meeting new people. His closets were always neat and organised, mine I swear had a ghost who kept jumbling stuff around. He liked to eat food that he was familiar with, I ate anything that moved! The list was endless and touched every sphere of our lives, our marriage could have been a total disaster. Without a healthy dose of laughter. And friendship. Of course we learnt to adjust to the other's strange oddities, we learnt to accept the other's eccentricities, gave a little and took a little, and although there must have been innumerable times that we each wanted to run away from the other, we endured. We became friends. Yes, I say became. Because the friendship that existed at the time of our marriage has been constantly challenged and changed, even replaced, over the years, by a much more enduring one. I'm lucky to be able to stand here and say this. I still bicker and argue and sometimes think he is horrible and mean and wish I could hammer some sense into him... but you know what? I bet there are times he thinks the same of me!
Coming back to friendship. Yes, I am convinced that the key to any enduring and true relationship among humans is friendship. And it does provide a delightful breeding ground for those more complicated emotions like "love" and "respect", even "trust". So befriend your child. Befriend your family. Keep talking to them and remain open to their opinions, howsoever different they may be from yours. Keep an open mind, sometimes you may even learn a thing or two!
The world is much more complicated now than it ever was. I  grew up in a generation that by and large did not befriend their children. Children were told what to do and they obeyed. If they did not, they were punished (if they were caught, that is). Few families actually interacted with the children, most of my friend's mothers had no clue what their children were up to. Hell, neither did mine.
Today, in a way, technology has made it easier for us  to NOT know what our child is doing, who their friends are, who they meet when they go out for  tuition. We all are busy running our lives, our generation is busier than most of our mothers ever were. We have cell phones. And we live in a false security of knowing where they are and being able to call them at any time.
Really?
Is that enough?
I know I say it again and again. I hope I say it often enough. Befriend your child. Chat with her. Put away that laptop, silence your cell-phone, switch off that TV and talk to your child. Find out what kind of music she likes. Listen to it together. Yes, watch that stupid Barbie Doll movie together! Have him help you in the kitchen the next time you are making his favourite mac and cheese. Listen to him chattering about his friends. If he doesn't talk, chatter about your day, no matter how tired you are feeling, or how much you hate to chatter! Give your child the most precious thing that you can: your time. Spending time with you and chattering with you must be such a free and easy thing that it will continue well into and beyond the teen-age years. 
And don't take your child for granted... remember, to have friends, you have to be one. Friendships are earned and have to be nurtured... As your children grow and change, your friendship with them too will change, and you will have to figure out when to move in and when to let go...when to be the wicked witch and when to be the fairy godmother!
My teenage daughters have friends who do terrible things like "cut themselves". Don't look at me horrified. Apparently it is quite common. A nick or cut (physical pain) on the arm or leg often with a compass or a blade (horrors!) apparently hurts less that the emotional turmoil (mental pain) she is going through! "Why doesn't she just talk to her mother?" I asked , "Ma, you don't understand. Her mother isn't interested in her life, she cannot tell her mother!" Another child comes from a broken home. Another has super busy parents who are earning super huge pots of money and have no time. Ah. This is just a tiny example of how wrong things can go. So start early, know your child. She or he is not what you imagine her or him to be. Go on, find out for yourself... what is going on in that tiny head? 
And while you are at it, make memories together. 
Make lots of memories. Believe me, that expensive cellphone you have gifted her will become out-dated, the Barbie Doll will be forgotten, that dinky car will roll under the sofa and lie undisturbed, that expensive lehenga will lie forgotten in the back of the cupboard, the child who runs and grabs you when you return home today will barely look up when you go to her room.. time has an uncanny knack of changing everything.
But those memories you make together? Those stay. In the end, they are all that stay. So make sure you make good ones so that one day when you are gone, your children will be able to smile at some remembered story, take comfort in your friendship, take pride in the way you touched their lives..and become a friend to their children too!  

Wednesday, January 13, 2016

Looking over my shoulder...2015.

Okay, okay, I know I am late. It's gone 13th January and my round up of 2015 has been somewhat overdue. Actually, to be honest, I was toying with the idea of skipping it altogether this year. Who wants to read yet another (boring) take on someone else's year? But then a few emails attacked me. Apparently, there are people out there who are wondering where my annual round-up has gone!!! I'm really grateful that you ask and touched that you remember. So here goes.... do try not to be snoring at the end of it!

Picture Credit: Joe Musgrave
Picture Credit: Amitesh Banerjee
2015 was a year of new experiences. Yes, there was nothing boring about it, really. In March we visited Tadoba and had our very first sighting of a tiger in the wild! And we also saw a sloth bear that bound across the road ahead of us and a leopard in a tree... It was thrilling, to say the least. We have visited jungles before but never actually seen any wild animals except the likes of deer and rhinos. That holiday was really something. The girls refused to accompany us, so it was just Pinkie, Joe and the two of us... Frankly, I was glad we didn't have the girls tagging along. The resort we stayed at had no swimming pool at the time, (I have been told there is one now!), no TV and a very limited wi-fi connection. And you had to wake up early to go for those safaris. They would have driven me batty with their complaints and bored faces!


Wadi Rum, Jordan
The other fascinating experience was in Jordan. Yes, I fulfilled one long standing wish, one right there in my bucket list: a holiday in the Hashemite Kingdom of Jordan. Oh, in one word, it was brilliant! Right from the fascinating corals in the Red Sea to sleeping under the stars in Wadi Rum to climbing a sand dune to the controversial horse ride into Petra to the ruins of the Street of Facades to the mansaf to floating on the Dead Sea to the nightlife and argilla on Rainbow Street, it was brilliant. As Amitesh keeps repeating to anyone who will listen, we have been to the West (read USA, EU, UK) and to the far East (read Thailand, Malaysia) but nothing quite prepared us for the hospitality and charm of Jordan! And I also have to mention Hani Abadi here, http://traveljordanagency.com the guy who arranged for our transportation in Jordan and helped with the ground details. He responded to my first uncertain queries about our holiday and ended up answering well near a hundred of my 'urgent' emails and still had a smiling face when we finally met! Only one thing that my family declared and I (reluctantly?) agree to: my mansaf tastes much better that the one we had there!!! This holiday was taken with friends, Samrat, Pupai and their two children. It was a big group of eight of us and we all had a blast. Even the girls had fun although there was a lot of travelling and driving and walking..."phoren" holiday, you see!!! 

In summer too, another wonderful holiday in Sikkim took us to Nathu-la Pass which is 4310 m above sea level, part of the ancient Silk Road and on the China border. It was covered in snow and the trek, shivering in our hired boots and jackets was well worth it.... We also stayed a few days at Biksthang Heritage Bungalow. You can see it here http://biksthang.com/, a charming little retreat in the middle of the hills where the mist came rolling in through the trees in the morning and you were forgiven for imagining that you were the only person on the planet. My Mesho was with us on holiday and we all enjoyed the peace and tranquility, let it seep into our pores.  It also had a swimming pool, which was a facility I readily used. The girls, who do their own packing, obviously did not carry swim wear and sulked about, yes net connectivity was also an issue but what else would you expect in the middle of the mountains?

What else can I say about the year? After the above three 
holidays, everything else fades in comparison. The days were routine, normal, I guess. The usual, with it's ups and downs.  Isha is sitting for her board exams this year so there was a lot of pushing (on my part) to go and study. And because you cannot have the other girl lolling about while her sister is studying, Amisha has been bearing the grunt of my temper as well! No, before you feel sorry for them, they do not quietly suffer. They are very vocal and end up doing exactly what they want to so most of my shouting is a vain attempt to make me feel like I have some concrete contribution in their lives!

The pujas, as per schedule carry on along with all the duties that follow when one lives in a XXL family. The household too runs on it's well-oiled machines no matter what. Everything ultimately falls into place and you realise that no one is indispensable. The year also saw the greenest of my children: the twins were born in January and continue to draw us into their web of sweet smiles and outstretched arms.. At their annaprasan later in the year, when I had all my eight children around me, life felt so complete...

On this side, Amisha went for her first ever camping trip to some place in North India called Maldeota and returned not having bathed for days and a pile of wet sticky clothes stashed in her rucksack! Well, what else could you expect? Isha has been busy with her debates and choir and million extra-curricular activities which I know she will miss next year as she goes into High School, hopefully. Amitesh is just over-worked and busy. There are no other words for it....so those holidays when we can just switch off from the world become all that more important. As for me I take one day at a time. I feel like I am sailing along on my own little dinghy, taking the calm waters with the rough, back-paddling when I need too, racing mindlessly at other times and sometimes swimming away when the eddy is too strong.

Before the year ended we were able to do something that we had been planning ever since Baba passed away (cannot believe it's already been three years!), we had a short ceremony with the Chief Justice of the Calcutta High Court and had his portrait put up in the Bar Library. So now I have Baba looking down on me right where I sit and yes, it gives some degree of comfort. 

I guess what I'm saying is, that despite all the holidays, micro-managing the routines of life with two opinionated teenagers and the hyper-active, busy spouse, at the end of the day, if I sit down quietly, much of it is about the people I miss, the people who are not with us anymore, except in my thoughts. I think of them often, (many of you may be tired of all the sad poems I post at  http://www.versedthoughts.blogspot.in/ ) and thank them for making my life more meaningful... for the memories that I can draw on specially late into the night when I lie awake and wonder where this life is headed, where the girls are going!

So. I'll leave you here this time; hoping that you too have memories you can draw on, memories that give you strength, memories to fall back on when the wind howls or even when it doesn't. Because in the end, that's all we have: memories. And that's all we are doing here in our time on this earth: making memories.
So let's make good ones, shall we? And may the memories you make live in the hearts of those who love you..long after you are gone!
Happy 2016, everyone!


Picture Credit: Amitesh Banerjee