25 July 2013

Reaching out to all my friends in Kolkata

All my FB friends in Kolkata,
I am in Kolkata tomorrow (Friday) for a few hours (arriving tonight). Since my dad has not recovered yet, I will have to come back to Kalyani in the afternoon.
I know it is a workday and a schoolday, but if anyone of you is so inclined, I can join you early morning for a walk/run followed by a “chai/biscuit”. I can come most anywhere – Maidan, Rabindra Sarobar, Nicco Park etc as early as you want/can. For your efforts as well as the courage to endure me :-), I will buy the chai/biscuit. Let me know and we can fix the time and place.

24 July 2013

Dad’s sense of humor!

After fighting back some large health issues – with a new stent, new knee and new hearing aids, I was hoping to see dad in his best spirits. Unfortunately, he has been down with viral fever and drained of energy for the last few days. In between his bouts of fever, during those Paracetamol-induced lulls, he is certainly displaying some of his old spirits and coming up with memorable lines. An example:
We came from our trip to the river bank and the adjoining crematorium grounds to find him up on his bed in great spirits. This is how the next couple of minutes of conversation went…

(Bengali version)
Dad: Kothay gechhili sob?
Me: Shmasan ghat dekhe elam.
Dad: Maaney? Shmasan ghat keno?
Me: Ei je kobey theke bhoy dekhachho – morey jaabey naaki ebar. Taai hiseb potro gulo dekhe elam. πŸ™‚
Dad (ektu chinta korey): Dekhbi na ebar – protidin phone-e jaalabe – ‘Koi apnader party elo na to ekhono’ πŸ™‚

(English translation – best attempt)
Dad: Where were you guys?
Me: We went to check out the crematorium grounds.
Dad (somewhat surprised): What? Why crematorium grounds of all places?
Me (teasing): Oh! You have been threatening to die for quite some time. So we went to check out how the system works.. πŸ™‚
Dad (not to be outdone): Good. Now they are going to pain the hell out of you everday over the phone – ‘What happened? Your candidate never showed up!’ πŸ™‚

24 July 2013

The long view of the road…

Went to Tribeni ghat (by the river Ganges). Next to it is a “shmasan ghat” – this is a place where you cremate (burn) dead bodies of the Hindu persuasion. Talked to a family who had brought a dead family member there. Out of respect for them I am not posting any pictures here.
But watching a dead body surrounded by family members always sets a perspective of life for me.
Also it took me back to that day in 1981 when I lost my grandmom to cancer and my dad encouraged me to accompany him to the “shmasan ghat”. My first trip to a cremation ground…