“A mother understands what a child does not say”
So many of you have reached out to me upon realizing that my mom is no more that it has been downright humbling. If my mom ever got to know how many well wishers she had – many that she had never met – the shy woman that she was, she would have undoubtedly made a beeline for the kitchen to make some more tea before she could comprehend that you cannot serve tea over the internet.
At the outset, allow me to express my and my late mother’s gratitude for giving us the sense of how we are and were always among friends and well wishers.
I am personally going to miss her. As does every son. This hurts. I will leave it there.
For quite some time to come, every single morning after pulling out of the garage, I will involuntarily pick up my phone and then throw it back on the car seat realizing nobody will pick it up. Just like it happened on Dec 18th, 2020.
Her call had come. My calls will have to wait.
Being the eldest son, she pushed me away from the nest as far as she could in the hope that I will bring financial stability to a farmer’s family that struggled through the early years of existence. I left home at the age of 16. Every few years I geographically moved further and further away from her till going any further would have, ironically, brought me closer to her. The earth being round and all that.
Yet, years later, the same financial stability and technology brought us closer than she could have ever dreamed on that early dawn of July 10th, 1983 when she waved her first good bye to me. Fate and luck conspired to create a situation where we got to talk to each other nearly every day! Almost 4000 times after moving to Atlanta in 2007 alone. And we have seen each other every 90 days or so in that rough time frame.
She was going to be 77 soon. In the year she was born, every baby in India had a life expectancy of 33 years. She got to see three kids grow up and be successful in their own ways. She got to see five grand children growing up healthy and beautiful. During my visits, my brother, sister and I took her to visit her siblings and even her own birth place. Till the last day, she was with my dad to whom she had dedicated herself wholly and unequivocally.
She maintained an independent living till her last day instead of staying with one of her kids. Her biggest worry as she would narrate to me every single day was whether the sun would be up that day or not. Should it not, she would not know how to dry the clothes that morning. (She refused modern amenities like washer, dryer or for that matter TV or a microwave). Above all, she left on her own terms: without suffering or being a bother to anybody.
If you come to think about it, that is not a death to be regretted. That is a life to be celebrated!!
Join me and raise a glass to that life this evening!
All of you who have reached out to me with unfettered generosity, I remind myself that you are but a reflection of your own mother. And to that what your mothers have raised, I will raise a second glass for myself this evening.
Catching up on last week’s news by the fire…
From the bartender’s corner – Rum Ananas
Picked up another recipe from that NDTV column and then improvised it. The first improvisation was instead of rock salt (Himalayan Pink Salt), I went with Tajin seasoning. If you have not tried this seasoning, I can highly recommend it. It is addictive and goes well with just about any food. It is made in Mexico (state of Jalisco I believe) and has sea salt, dehydrated lime (it will remind you of tamarinds from India) and dried chilli.
Wet the rim of the cocktail glass (I used a lowball) with lime wedge and dip the glass in a small bed of Tajin sauce to put the salt on the rim. In a cocktail shaker, mix 2 ounces of dark rum (I used one from Puerto Rico), 3 ounces of fresh pine apple juice and pinch of the Tajin seasoning and a few lime drops. Shake it well and pour it in the glass. Garnish with a lime wedge.
Since I could not find anything better to do…
If the first morning of the year was rainy…
From the bartender’s corner – Ganne ka Vodka
After a long time, found a good cocktail recipe. For the folks not conversant in Hindi, “Ganne” means “Sugarcane”. I had accompanied Sharmila for some Indian grocery shopping yesterday. While aimlessly wandering around, saw a can of sugarcane juice and picked it up without sparing any second thoughts.
Finding a good cocktail with sugarcane juice was much harder than I thought. Sugarcane is such a tropical thing that most literature on mixology in the Western world has not much mention of it. There were a couple of sites that used rum.
Eventually, found one from the Indian channel NDTV’s website. The name of the cocktail is from them. I just changed up the process a little.
1. Roast some cumin seeds and grind them (enough to make a couple of pinches). Sharmila already had ground roasted cumin seeds. So, that part was easy for me. If you are from India, you might like it with more pronounced effect of the cumin seed than the website suggests.
2. Wet the rim of a lowball glass with a slice of lemon. Put some “kala namak” (Himalayan pink salt / Bengalis will know it as “beetnoon”). My father in law had brought some in 2014 and we still have it in our pantry. Put a couple of cubes of ice in the glass.
3. In a mixing glass, put in 1.5 oz of vodka, 2-2.5 oz of sugarcane juice, a couple of pinches of the ground, roasted cumin powder and a couple of drops of lemon juice.
4. In the second round, I added a small pinch of “kala namak” too. The added pungency and the faint salty after taste was better for me.
5. Shake the whole thing and then pour in the lowball glass.
For me, it was one of the best cocktail. The cumin and rock salt had a pronounced nose, the sugarcane with the rock salt had a good palate and the slightly salty aftertaste with the cumin length made it very enjoyable!!
This year, I wish you a little more
Every year, like clockwork, I wish you enough. It is an outstanding perspective-setting story from Bob Perks that reminds us of all the blessings we already have and how, to truly enjoy the benefits of life, we have to endure the pains too.
Even against that backdrop, it appears to me that wishing you enough this year is not enough any more. Not in a year that enveloped each and every one of you with the dreaded pandemic that upended your and your family’s lives as you knew it.
In a year when the person who had originally wished me enough got the dreaded cancer affliction, in a year when I came to the realization that the goodbye I had waved to my mom earlier in the year was going to be the last goodbye to her ever, in a year when I got cut off from my friends in the hospice – worse each one of them died without even being able to see their near and dear ones thru as much as a glass window, it seems it would be blissfully insensitive just to wish you enough.
This year, therefore, I wish you more than enough.
Whatever it is that makes you happy, I wish you a little more than you yourself are wishing for.
And in that pursuit of happiness of yours, should you be looking for some company, I wish myself that you will accept me in that journey – at least for a while. For, the best answer to the question of “What is more important – the destination or the journey?”, I have learnt this year, is “the company”.
Great start to 2021
Favorite cup of Cortado at one of my favorite coffee places – Land of Thousand Hills in Halcyon. Always a great start to the day when I get to talk to the ever helpful and fun crew of Chase, Sarah and Maddie in the morning. Today, I can say that they are indeed the first people I have talked to this year!!!