Saturday, 11 August 2012

Remembering Mom

Dear Mom,

One year has passed, and the void is hard to fill. Every time I cook a dish, I think  of some of your recipes, or open my recipe book from the summer of 86 when I took Cooking 101 from you in Ranchi. It still has some of your hand written recipes in it.

What news can I give you? We all went to Lucknow finally in December after so many years and the memories of events and places came flooding back. The highlight of course was a visit to La Martiniere, which is what I was expecting.  We even got to visit the basement with the tombstone of the founder, something I never got to do while at school itself.

A lot of people attended the havan in your memory on Jul 20. I participated by skype (how the world has changed). Neetu kindly brought her laptop and set it up so that I could hear and see everything. Daddy is planning a trip to Singapore in ten days, and then in Oct he will be here to celebrate his 80th birthday with us, after Alpana and Sonny's  25th wedding anniversary. We will miss you very much.
With love  from Daddy, all of your children and grand children.

Wednesday, 31 August 2011

A lighter moment

I just made this up.

In New Delhi, the summers are long and hot. Frequently, you find, that a water serving
stand on the street is set up serving cold water. They always have some lemons on display in
a glass, but the water never has any lemon flavor so I wonder what that is about....just eye candy I
guess. Anyhow, I digress. Lets get to the joke.

Two water sellers were standing selling cold water.  The first one had a long line and the
no-one was buying water from the second one, much to his dismay. I looked a little
more carefully.
The first stand said "Licensed Cold Water". The second stand read "Lice essenced cold Water".
Now you know why its important to learn your spellings in school!

Tuesday, 30 August 2011

On cell phones: Am I the only one who finds this peculiar?

Cell phones have been in India for many years now and have taken the country by storm.  Even the
poorest of the poor have a cell phone (receiving calls is free once you buy a phone).  SMS are
also very low cost.   This has transformed the lives of people. Even the poor sabzi walla (vegetable
seller) has a cell phone.  However, I find two things a little peculiar.

1. People seem to always rush to answer the phone, no matter what the situation. In the middle
    of a havan (religious ceremony) people will answer their phone while the panditjee is speaking.
    This makes no sense to me. They will usually talk for a short while, and then say I will call
    you back.  I'll only take the call in this situation if God is personally calling me (and I am
   still waiting for that call).
   Why not just NOT answer the phone, or better still turn it off and just call the
    person back later. They can see who tried to reach them. I was in a movie theater and people
    were answering their phones in a movie theater!!

2. Guests take calls while visiting  you for dinner, sitting on the table. Again it would be better
    to get up and leave the table while you are talking so others can continue their dinner
   conversation. I rarely know where to look, or do, when a guest starts talking loudly on their
   phone while eating dinner.


17 days later.....we are mentally more used to the idea that Mom is not going to be around.
The void is hard to fill, every where I look, I see her favorite things. There is no-one to argue with
about which channel to have the TV tuned to  -- tennis or Indian soaps. In fact I have hardly even
put the TV on during my stay.

After our Mom's death, a lot of people came and remarked that one cannot avoid one's
destiny. Of course, there are many events not under our control, but their view is that
our future is completely "pre-determined". I asked how? One answer I got was essentially --
look, when a bomb falls, it lands on someone in the city and he/she dies, but not you. So
it was pre-determined that they would die. My answer -- I will toss a coin, I know it will
come up either heads or tails, but whatever event happens was not pre-determined.
The same way, when the bomb lands, it might miss everyone, or it might fall on someone,
and they die -- it does not follow that it was pre-determined. Maybe it lands on my friend's
house and he was luckily not at home, that was sheer luck/good fortune. Does not mean that
it was pre-determined that he would not die. There are some things we control directly -- like
taking basic precautions, and there are other things not under our control.
I could be driving on the road and fall asleep, and run over a
pedestrian -- does not mean it was pre-determined.  There are a lot of random variables not
under our control, that all affect us every day -- I dont see how it follows that all of these
were pre-determined.

My understanding of Indian philosophy is that this way of thinking helps you be calm, and face
reality more easily, if you believe that you have no control over the situation and events
were pre-determined. Maybe its a way of helping us cope with the loss.

All the same, I suggest always driving with the seat-belt on, whether or not its pre-determined that
you will be in an accident today, it will save you from at least getting a ticket. Talking about
car accidents, the worst present for your teenager are the keys to a new BMW. Dont do it.

Wednesday, 17 August 2011

My Mom

                                                Sep 16th (1939) -- Aug 12th (2011)

On Aug 12th (2011), my Mom, passed away after an 18 month struggle with cancer. She was a remarkable lady. Her Chautha (memorial service) was held on Aug 15th, and I spoke about her. Thankfully she held on until I arrived at her bedside on 11th night. However I am not sure if she knew I was even there. My sister had been with her for the last several weeks.
We all have our favorite memories of her. She is survived by her husband, of over 50 years, Mr. Prem Kumar Khuller, daughter Alpana, son Samir, son-in-law Sanjeev, and daughter-in-law Kalyani, and three doting grandchildren -- Tanvi, Tulika and Aamir.

There is so much to say, and one has to speak for a short while about her and I chose some memories, the ones that were particularly strong, mostly based on my recollection of her when I was a kid.

I prepared a few remarks for today.

Since the Panditjee mentioned that both my parents have the same name – my sister just reminded me that  in fact my Mom was called Sneh Lata as a child, and my Dad was called Arjun Dev. It was several years before they got married that somehow both converged to the same name --  Prem.

Words cannot express how we feel today. Sometimes we fail to express ourselves to our loved ones, and Mom I want to tell you something I have wanted to say for a while – Mom, I love you. Even though I never said it to you, I know that you always knew that was true.

In any case, I wanted to share some personal stories which you may or may not have heard before.

My Mom was a very keen badminton player, who played competitively after she got married to my Dad since the Railway clubs always had facilities for sports. I must remind you that she got her start playing badminton with a rolled up paper ball and her slate, with her younger brother Shashi.  The slate was actually purchased by her father who hoped that she would use it for Mathematics, but my Mom preferred to do the math in her head and thought it was better used as a badminton racket, and ofcourse you could keep track of the score  on it as well. I am surprised that it was not patented as an invention.  In 1972 she entered into the railways badminton tournament which I used to go to regularly to watch her play every afternoon after school. While she did extremely well in mixed doubles, she lost 11-4, 11-5 in her singles match against an unknown 16 year old.  I was very very upset. It took me a long time to recover from that loss (probably the only time I saw my Mom lose a match). I only fully recovered my dignity when a couple of years later I saw Ami Ghia’s name in the newspaper as the National Badminton Champion. That was the girl who beat my Mom! Ami Ghia then went on to win seven badminton national titles. Somehow that took the sting out of the loss which I had taken to rather personally.

In many ways the influence  Mom had  on our lives was major – as I grew older, we traded recipes, I always enjoyed learning new dishes from her and I knew that I had to make a recipe quickly after I asked for it, otherwise she would get upset that I made her tell me the recipe and then never made it. So I tried to make all the dishes that she told me about. I still have the handwritten recipes she gave me before I left to go to the US for my Ph.D, exactly 25 years back, almost to the day.

My Mom knew how much I hated shopping and it was with some dread that she usually sent me her shopping lists before my annual trip to Delhi. I would complain, and still buy everything on her list and tell her, Mom its my dream to come to visit you with just a backpack.  She said “yeh, kaisa dream hai!”. Finally when I came to visit her this week it was with a backpack, but Mom you were right, it was not a dream, but a nightmare.

I saw one of the players gobbling some tablets and on the quick glance it looked to me that he was eating something called “Angry tablets”. So I told my Mom that she should also eat Angry tablets. It turned out that they were something called “energy tablets”. I think it must have been these angry tablets  in 1972, that gave her the strength to fight her cancer. She was a fighter. She fought the good fight for 18 long months with the support of all of us, but in the end she lost the fight. Unfortunately she was all alone in the ring at that time. We all have to play the game of life with the cards that are dealt to us, not the cards we would like to have. Mom, I will think of you every time I leave a room and turn the lights off.  Dont worry, you trained us well.
Mom – we will all miss you very much. With love from all of us.

As my Nana would have said “Ab to jathe hain mehkde se mir, fir milenge agar khuda laya”.

The comment in italics, is something I wanted to say, but forgot to say it since it was not in my notes.