THE BRIGHT SIDE

The Bright Side

Optimism runs in our blood. Faith reigns in our hearts. We believe that ALL IS WELL.
God is watching over us. Come on, we pray to him every day. Its his duty. Isn”t it? So we continue our merry ways. Stroll around the city in the free hours, talk over pan, betel nut, tea or burgers and declare with a laugh that we are not afraid.
We have donned the DAGGER of some flimsy colourful cotton masks for PROTECTION and move around like a MARATHA WARRIOR.
Oh! The pleasure of SPITTING. If atleast ten such sprays do not beautify the places we visit everyday, peace eludes us. We love to leave our mark in the fabric of our Country. Who knows whether we will live to do so tomorrow?

What is this CORONA? Why are the netizens going ballistic about it? It cannot happen to us. How can it happen to us?

And so we all continue as usual.Till the DARK TRUTH hits us with a BANG.

Health facilities infinitely better than us in affected countries are collapsing. Thousands of people are succumbing to the disease. It is striking with a vengeance hither to unknown. Humans have no immunity to this disease. The body has been caught completely unawares. It is fighting a losing battle in many. Earlier we callously watched other countries getting affected. Now that it has spread its tentacles in many states and is raging, we have all sat up.
Now there is panic everywhere.
They say that God helps those who help themselves. LETS HELP OTHERS AS WELL AS OURSELVES.


LET US GO BACK TO OUR ROOTS.

  1. Follow the age old principles of hygiene and cleanliness.
  2. Maintain cleanliness everywhere.
  3. Wash our hands repeatedly and practice social distancing.
    4 Not touch our faces and surfaces.
  4. Stretch our feet, relax at home and bond with the kids.
  5. Take care of those who are dependent on us. Its the lesser fortunate among us who make our life worth living.
  6. Not crowd the hospitals for minor illnesses.
  7. Rise to the occasion and show our true worth.

Afterall if others live and remain disease free, we will be able to survive too.

Like bubbles have we risen,
You, me and us all,
Then grew egos swollen,
Dividing us all.

The day the bubble burst,
It will someday for us all,
The truth will then be thurst,
Uniting forever us all.

Heres wishing everyone a safe existence in this time of crisis.

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SILENT CONNECT

The fragrance slowly wafted, reassuring and calming me. I moved my chair nearer to it. The dainty flowers were a light purple. They were placed among fresh green leaves. Surrounding it were tall Rajnigandha stems with bunches of white flowers. They had bloomed the earlier evening , but, they still looked dewy fresh. I felt a silent connect with them.

Pure Connect


Something emanated from them for I seemed to have become a part of their bliss.
I turned calmer and quieter. I stared at my friend absent minded; when she called me to leave the site. How could I leave this enchanting world? I seemed to be in a trance.

Flowers Galore

Large bouquets of flowers were placed every two feet away. Flowers of every colour one could imagine were there. Light purple to orange, light green to pink and violet to crimson… Placed in between green ornamental foliage, they were breath takingly beautiful. They even hung from the ceiling forming a canopy.

AIOS Conference

Even the conference name was written with flowers.
I reluctantly left the exquisite beautiful surroundings to enter one of the lecture halls. A part of me remained in the dining hall of the All India Ophthalmic Society Annual Conference centre in Gurugram. The connect was making its presence felt!

Connect

Have you ever felt a distinct connect with plants and flowers? Did you ever feel that they were talking to you as you nurtured them? Probably you dismissed it as a figment of your imagination.

Silent Connect

Intuitive Connect

It was not imagination. Science has proved it. Various studies indicate that plants can communicate with us. They have emotions; which are not far removed from that of human beings. Do they have other emotions and other ways of communication distinct from that of humans? Present day instruments fall short of evaluating them fully. Where physical instruments fail, intuition comes in. Some of us are intuitively perceptive. We can perceive things which probably Science will conclude after a long time.

Perceive Connect

We as a race, place too much emphasis on the physical. Our ancient sages did just the opposite. Look at what they could achieve and perceive thousands of years back. Till today, science continues to grapple with it.

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MADAM BICHITRA

“Do take a chair.” I told the lady patient.
“I am your mother in law’s friend.’ She introduced herself.
This seemed more important than her name. I would have to be at my best behaviour.
‘Your name please.” I asked.
“I am a retired teacher. Have taught hundreds of students like you. We were in the same school.” She said.
“Please tell me your name then…” I repeated.
“See how forgetful I have become! One day you too will become like me. Here you keep asking my name and I don’t tell you. Instead I am telling you trivial things. You are not interested in it. I am really Bichitra!” She exclaimed.

I sat up a bit. My features always betray me. Why can’t I appear interested in ‘ inconsequential things’? I still did not know her name.

I thought of writing MIL friend in the name slot. All thought that I had a nice handwriting. Changing it should do the trick. I planned to scribble the name in such a way, that no one could make head or tail of it. She interrupted me as I started writing.
” Bichitra Sangma Doc. It starts with B…not M..”
I tried to hide a smile. Teaching over the years had given her a different perspective.

Happy Days

I remembered my surgeon teacher of Aravind Eye Institute.
“Hold that Dialer right. Your angle is wrong.’ He had said from the other end of the long Operation theatre.
I had wondered no end.

Vision Chart

” So you want me to read that.” She said.

“Yes. Please read what you see.” I said.

“If the Doctor wants me to read, I will have to do so.” She said.

Yes, please do.” I said and waited and kept on waiting.
“You cannot read…..” I was about to blurt out. I bit my tongue.
It is my conditioned reflex..you see.
They are conditioned to make you land into a hot soup.

READING

“Read..huh.” She mumbled.
I was losing my patience slowly. As it is, I did not have much of it.
“I read a Dark Lady.” She started.
“You read a what?” I asked surprised.
“Yes. I read a Dark Lady. She..” She started saying.
I sprang up from my chair. I wanted to see the chart myself. When did a Ghost enter inside my box? That too a dark one and even replaced the alphabets🤔🤔.
The Chart looked perfectly well. All the alphabets stuck religiously to their own seats.


The lady was humouring me when I was in no mood of humour.
“Come on..read.” I reiterated.
She made a woebegone face.
A few alphabets were making her peevish while she had been teaching hundreds of students all her life.
No one had perhaps advised her in her prime. Do what you love and you won’t have to work a single day in your life.
She started hesitantly,” I read a dark lady with a darker shawl covering her head.”
I gawked in surprise.

She then clapped her hands in jubilation,” Oh..its me. That’s me!”
She was reading her REFLECTION!
I almost fell off my chair laughing. She too joined in.
The noise made some patients peep in curiously.

I immediately turned solemn and went about the rest. I handed the prescription to her.

“Doc, I cannot afford to buy both. I can buy the spectacles or I can pay for your consultation. Which one should I prefer?”
“The former.” I said quietly.
“Thank you. Give regards to your Mother in law. Which shop should I go to?” She asked.
“Whichever shop you want. You are staying near the hospital. Do come there from next time. Its’ free.” I said.
“Please examine me in the same way!” She said.
I nodded trying to make it seem the final Nod.

“I am preety ugly looking, isnt it Doctor? She turned towards me.
“Saw a mirror today after many years.” She said and went away.
I know not why it hurt.

REVISITS

She used to come to visit me every couple of months. Talking about her students, who were doing very well in life, was her favourite topic. Her two sons, had left the home and hearth after marraige; thanks to her matrilineal society. She did not have a daughter. She had lost her husband over a decade ago.
” Do come and visit my house someday. I have pigs and chickens which I rear myself. See I did not become bent little old lady like your MIL. We eat two chicken pieces everyday in sharp contrast to your vegetarian MIL.” She said laughing.
I agreed with her wholeheartedly. I had never seen old and bent tribal women.

OLD AND BENT


Slowly she started becoming bent too. I did not have the heart to ask her the reason of it. I could make out from her countenance.
She understood that I knew.
“I no longer needed the house. So I sold it. I made a small hut by the roadside with these hands. A strong one. No wind can blow it off.”She said, laughing.
My heart went out to her.


I gave her the calcium tablets, vitamins and some eye drops I had collected from medical representatives for her. I offered some money to her. She refused.

CRUELTY


Her hut was far off from the hospital. Coming again would not be easy.vHer sons had forgotten about her existence. Looking after her did not fall under their duties anyway. What if she had spent her life’s earnings on them?


If only her job too had a pension facility…
” You know Sapna….I bought a small mirror.” She said; on reaching the door.

I had graduated from Doc to Sapna.
” Now you know that you have a very sweet face.” I said.
She smiled and said, ” I will come again.”
I continued my collecting spree. Days passed into months and months into years. I never saw her again.

I read, that day, that not taking care of parents would become a punishable offence. Her face suddenly; swam before my eyes. Perhaps she had turned in her grave.

P. N. Pictures are sourced from Google and are only representative.

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VACATION IN GOA

Sunny Day

The Sun shòne bright above.The clear blue sky of Goa had a few wisps of white floating in a line. Shimmery blue water touched the far horizon. The brown fine sand silently took in the foot prints. Waves crept in washing them away tirelessly. A few crabs gleefully waded in and out with the waves. 🦞🦞
A dog lazed on the sand watching all this.🐶 I am on a vacation in Goa.

HAIR ESCAPADES

My hair fluttered💃🏽 dangerously in the breeze. I have lost confidence in them🙆‍♂️ in the recent years. They are bent on deserting me… my head I mean. 👩🏻‍🦲😳

👷‍♀️I restrained them with a cap and rested my head on the back of a white chair.🪑🪑 The latter stood proudly at equal intervals.
Far away were a few colourful boats, lined up stately, waiting for the adventurous among us.🚣‍♀️
Paragliders hung above suspended from the sky.
A cool breeze almost lulled me to sleep. I got up suddenly.
I did not want to sleep when so much beauty was around.

https://fewdayzoff.com

TIME OFF.

My work schedule had been very hectic in the earlier month. So when a new travel
Agency https:// fewdayzoff.com offered to work out the logistics of the visit at a reasonable cost, a great load fell off my shoulders.

I opted for a train journey from Mumbai. The owners at https://fewdayzoff.com knew about my interests and inclinations well before hand. Unpleasant surprises rattle me no end.

The time is not the most opportune one for sure. Trees are shedding their greens and the earth is thirsty. The pantry car of the train did not disappoint us. Soups and fruit salad, biryani and samosas, dahi wadas and cold drinks did the rounds. We basked in the adulation.


We travelled to the hotel in local cabs. The hotel stood on sandy shores. Sand had already entered our sandals. We dusted them off and entered our rooms. The simple yet, tastefully decorated rooms were clean and spacious.

Balcony view


I ventured into the balcony with my cup of coffee.
The view left me spellbound. The Ocean spread out as far as I could see. Gentle waves crashed against the shore, one after the other. The blue waters sparkled with the Sun. If only this could continue forever…

A long sigh escaped off me. All play and no work makes John and me, not only dull but Paupers too!

My Mother, My Treasure
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GREEN PRAWN CURRY


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We all have come across a variety of PRAWN DELICACIES, but some are such that, they can never be forgotten. GREEN PRAWN CURRY is one of them.

Sweet Memories

I am transported to a time back to my teenager days. My little brother is helping me in the kitchen while I am trying to cook PAO_BHAJI which I had had at a fast food centre, near my college.

Present Days


How time has flown and my brother has become an accomplished Chef himself. A special Chef who caters only to his family and friends, in his own home!
Now taking a ‘fewdayzoff’, I am with him on a small vacation in Mumbai. What culinary delights I am being treated to! He got even his wife on board !
The treat below is one of many.

Ingredients

Prawns( fresh, cleaned and deveined) 500 gms

Fresh coriander leaves….200 gms

Fresh garlic tender scapes……200 gms

Garlic pods …….6..7

Coconut milk(Home made company’s has a thick consistency)……300ml

Curry leaves…. 20 leaves

Green chillies …5

Heat three teaspoon butter in a flat bottomed pan along with one teaspoon of any refined oil. Finely chop garlic pods and fry till golden brown in colour. Add along with six to seven curry leaves.
In a mixer jar, grind, washed coriander leaves, garlic scapes and seven to eight curry leaves together. Now add this grinded mixture to the pan and let it cook in a medium flame for five minutes. Add coconut milk, salt to taste, three teaspoons sugar and a few chillies cut finely. Let it all simmer for eight to ten minutes.


Then, add the prawns and simmer again for another ten minutes. The more you cook, the harder the prawn becomes. So, adjust the time accordingly to your taste.
Season it with cream for that exotic taste and looks. It is purely optional. Cook it with lots of love and patience. Have you ever noticed the special taste the latter, adds to any dish whatsoever? There is a secret behind it.

The exotic taste of GREEN PRAWN CURRY, will linger on for a long time.

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REPUBLIC DAY

REPUBLIC DAY

The moment our National Anthem plays, a strange change occurs in me. My heart reverberates with the song and the eyes feel wet. I feel overwhelmed with a sea of emotions as I stand up for it. Republic day, Independence day or a visit to the Cinema hall are such occasions.

 

SILENT PRAYER

Indian National Flag

May I be always true to you, my dear motherland. May I never do anything that will bring any harm, in any form, to this country or its citizens.
May I be so blessed dear God that when I leave; I have the satisfaction of leaving this place a better place to live in.
May I be able to repay the debt of the care and sustenance my motherland has provided me. May I be able to instill love for the country in the hearts of my children too.
God please bless us.

In rest of India, Republic day is an occasion of celebration. We as students,went early morning to the school and then later to the workplace for witnessing the Flag being raised high enough to tower over the city. We sang the National Anthem with full devotion, imbibing every word of it, deep within. We felt so proud of being Indians. This pride ran through the veins of all.

The North East India was a stark contrast. The National Celebration Days were days of Bandh call, called by one disgrunted organization or other. The roads would be deserted and the shops would be closed. Children would play cricket on the roads. They did not have to go to school anyways, for the winter vacation would be on at that time. I don’t why but it pained me no end. Thankfully, things are turning for the better now.

Love For The Country

Some values are such, that can be more forcefully instilled during such occasions. There are only few occasions where all the country men unite to celebrate. To celebrate the FREEDOM that required untold sacrifice and suffering. The sacrifice of lakhs of faceless countrymen, whosecstories we will never know. The maintenance of which too, again necessiates the sacrifice of thousands of our soldiers.

Do the PROTECTED COUNTRYMEN even have an inkling about it?

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ELIXIR OF YOUTH

The Elixir

I had seldom heard about people who lived past their age but had hardly seen them. What was the Elixir of their youth? What magic potion kept them preserved?

The man had walked into my evening clinic that day. Only one or two patients probably remained after him. I was in a hurry. Examination of the kids were looming in the horizon.

EXAMINATION


After writing down the name, I invariably went to the next question.
“Tell me your age.” I asked, waiting to note it down.
” That I will not tell you!” He replied, smiling.
I looked up in surprise. He is behaving like a woman; I thought to myself. What was there to be secretive about his age? As if, it is the money in his bank account and if he tells me, I might rob him of some.
“Its better to tell me.” I said.

YOUNG AT ALL TIMES

“This you have to guess, Doctor.” He smiled
I looked at him carefully. A fresh face with few lines on the forehead and a few stately grey hairs near the ears. Jet black hair fell in curls on the forehead. He must have been handsome in his youth.
” You are sixty years of age.” I said, nonchalantly.
” Alas Doctor! You really are way off the mark.” He said.
Now I was at a loss.
I thought probably he was much younger. Nowadays the young have grey air and get some wrinkles too.
” You must be about forty five years then.” I said.
He bit his tongue.
” No, no..higher then your earlier quote.” He said.
” You are about seventy years. You gain nothing by hiding your age.” I said.

” He quipped.
” I suppose you are approximately eighty years of age.” I uttered foolishly.
” Increase some more.” He said, enjoying my discomfiture.
” Are you ninety years?” I asked hesitantly.
” Increase some more.” He said, laughing now
I thought the man has lost his mind and was making every effort to make me lose mine too.

So on it continued till it stopped at hundred and ten years!

UNBELIEVABLE

Still finding it incredulous; I asked him what he did for a living long time back. He was a retired school teacher.

“So you have seen the British!” I quipped.

It pulled the trigger for him to explode into a flood of memories.

I wish I could co author a book with him then.

ELIXIR OF YOUTH

That was the first instance of meeting a centenarian. I met many of them thereafter. They abound in the North Eastern states of India.

These principles are the ‘ELIXIR’.

  1. Live a happy and contented life.
  2. Breath fresh air.
  3. Eat local produce.
  4. Be physically active.
  5. Have people around you to laugh and share.
  6. Have no expectations from life.
  7. Be in tune with nature.

Their life is at one end of the Spectrum, and of the others at the other end. I see glimpses of Saints in some of the former.

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TANHAJI, The OTHERVIEW.

I had almost dragged my kids into the cinema Hall to see this.
Why do you think we need to see this? It is not a children’s movie like FROZEN orAVENGERS.” My son said loudly.
“It is about our country’s history! We must know about it.” I said vehemently.
“Oh..just our country’s history! We are already reading it in our books. I do not want to study any more about it. I do not like History at all.” My daughter said in disgust.
“You read very little of our country’s courageous History in your books.” I said.

Captivating

The world of Tanhaji Balusare captivated us completely. We were transported to the times of magnificent forts and dense forests, and royal elephants and horses.

There were towering rock mountains which were only beaten by the valour of humans. Next came in the perpetrators of deceit and treachery and traitors and their accomplices. The latter destroy the fabric of the country and bring untold suffering on innocent masses for generations to come.
This brought me back to the present. Man has made such strides in Science; that his lifestyle is such that Kings of yester-years would envy. He is even able to fly to the Moon. His moral fabric, has become increasingly tattered over a similar time period.

Have parents failed their children?

PRESENT SCENARIO

I do not know why the vociferous denunciation of the country, by its citizens in CAA protests, unsettled me deeply. Protests need not entail such derogatory comments and destruction of government property. It made me turn deep within. Why has LOYALTY become as rare as a DODO bird?

MY DUTIES

I hoped I would be able to inculcate such values in my children, that their deeds would never harm their own motherland. They should be proud of their country. Their existence should add and nurture the good in the world. It is my paramount duty as a mother.

Alas, the history that they read in their text-books falls woefully short of instilling pride in them. It does manage to inculcate a sense of worthlessness and self-pity.

Nowadays, all information is just a click away. Parents can fill in the void created by History books and instill a sense of pride for the country, in their children.

They need to remember and remind them, that we all, are guests in this world. For we are not invaders who have come to plunder and plough and to loot and kill. We all should do, whatever possible, to leave this country and the world a better place to live in.

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WEIGHTY LIFE

I was returning home when I remembered I needed to buy some groceries. I did come across Malls on the way but preferred to buy them from small shops along the roadside. They had families to feed too. I am indispensable to them. Mall Owners do not need me.


A few people were already standing in one of the shops I frequented. I waited patiently for my turn. The shop keeper too had loads of it…patience I mean. He chatted, smiled, laughed and chewed a betel leaf, while giving each customer whatever he asked for, while I waited.
A labourer waited beside me. His back was bent with sacks of rice and he was still waiting for more to be piled on him. My waiting was painless but his was not.
” Please give him whatever more he needs to carry on him.” I told the shopkeeper.
He was exchanging long pleasantries with one of the customers.
He stopped and gave the labourer a disdainful look.
” He is used to waiting. I have more important things to do.” He told me dismissively.
” Your more important things can wait. He is standing already bent with all that weight. Don’t you see that?” I told him.
He called out to the helper inside and barked some orders, looking angry. Another big sack was put on the labourers back and he went away shuffling.
While the shop keeper returned to his work; I quietly moved away. How can humans be so inhuman?

I had no wish to buy anything from that shop anymore. He could stack things in his shop because of that labourer. He could sell things in bulk because of him too. How was he not sensitive to his discomfort? Does just paying a few bucks in return suffice for all that hard labour?

We buy so many things for our daily subsistence everyday. Perhaps we should remember and thank all those faceless people, who with their tireless efforts, ensure a hot nourishing meal three times a day for us.

I crossed that shop everyday afer that incident, but refused to go and buy anything from there any more. Almost six months later, I was just passing by when my eyes fell on the Shop keeper. The moment our eyes met; he looked down with guilt on his face. I know not why I felt guilty too. I moved towards the Shop smiling. I had a long list in my hands.

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TUM KIDHAR ME NAMEGA

Tum kidhar mein namega
😇😇🤔😄

Hindi and its variations have never seized to amaze me; be it with a spice of English, Bengali or Marathi.

Meghalaya has a substantial population of Bengalis. Perhaps substantial is not a correct word. There has been a slow exodus of this community from here for various reasons over a few decades and not many remain here anymore.


I rather prided myself on my Hindi language skills as far as speaking is concerned. Unfortunately that skill does not extend to writing, in that language.
I still remember how my Hindi School teacher Mrs. Rana, used to be appalled at my absolute lack of interest in her subject.
“Murga banau kya, HAEN…Banau Murga?” She used to say threateningly.
I used to try to keep as straight a face as possible for my insides would be churning up with laughter at the HAEN!

On arriving in Meghalaya, the Hindi spoken by Bengalis was such, that each seemed to be a stand up comedian to me.
One of the days I was travelling with some family friends. There was a person of Hindi origin with us.
The driver asked him,” Tum Kidhar mein namega?”
The person looked all at sea.
Driver tried to explain,” “Namega..tum namega nahi janta hai? Kaisa hindi manush hai tum?” He said, scratching his head.
Others pitched in to help.
” Gadi se lafa(jump) ke dono pa( feet) ek sath korega tum kidhar?”One of them asked him pointing to his feet.
The poor man stared at his feet in dismay.
” Ore Baba…Tum hindi kuch nahi samajhta..Bangla bhi nahi samajhta. Hum korega kya?” This was the driver again in anguish.
By this time, I was in a state where I thought I would burst with laughter.
“Bhaiya, Aap ko kahan utarna hai?” I asked him.
He turned towards me with joy and relief on his face. He got down soon after. Others looked at me with admiration.

Soon I realized that no one understood the Hindi I spoke. Even hindi speaking people spoke that eclectic mix of Bengali and Hindi in day to day life. I also started speaking in a similar way. Initially I felt like a clown doing so, but then it became a matter of habit. Now there was a new problem. When I spoke to old friends back in Maharashtra, they became bewildered.
“Teri tabiyat toh theek hai na?” They would ask, invariably.
Then I would wonder, stare at myself in the mirror and feel my pulse and wonder again. Later on, I realized there was absolutely nothing wrong with me with the sole exception of my tongue. They were too polite to point out that to me.

Then once, I was speaking to a new friend from Uttar Pradesh. I was speaking in the best Hindi I knew.
“Haan kya?”I said at regular intervals.
At the end he said,” Aap Marathi kafi accha bol leti hai!”
My mouth fell open.
“But I have been speaking Hindi all the time!”I ejaculated.
“Is this Hindi? It sounds exactly like Marathi.” He said.
I later realized that “Ho ka?” is my Haan Kya…
My pure Hindi is heavily influenced by Marathi!

My confidence has still not taken a beating. I still consider myself head and shoulder above others.

Here again today I heard someone say, “Apun ka Shorir koisa?”
(Kaisi hai aapki tabiyat?)
God knows what the other person answered on the other end.
” Dekha..ham kaisa bodiya Hindi Sikha.” He said to his friend sitting with him.

I felt a familiar laughter growing within me.🤭🤭 I instantly turned my attention to the newspaper.

At 67,385, highest number of babies born in India on New Years’s Day.
Time to turn solemn.😟😟 It saved my day.

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