24 May 2016

The day the weird uncle kept his word…

Exactly a year back, on this day, May the 24th, I had met the young son of my childhood friend Baisakhi – like I almost always do when I go to Durgapur. The visits are short but always memorable to see Kintu (his name) grow up thru the years. That day after I had left and was speeding down the highway to go back to my parents, I had a call from him regretting that we forgot to high five each other before I left.

You see, that was our thing. When he was very small, I had once visited him and taught him how to high five. And ever since, we always did that. It was a ritual thing. That particular day, I was so distracted by my dad’s failing health, I had completely forgotten about it.

I certainly felt proud that he still remembered that and looked forward to it. I would be his “High Five Uncle”. But I also kicked myself for not remembering it. I was the adult. I was supposed to have remembered it. I remember promising him that I am not going to forget it next time. Or ever.

Next trip to Durgapur and wouldn’t you know? – we missed each other since they were out of town šŸ™

A break came this month. He and his parents were visiting US. I was in touch with his uncle (who lives in US) to get an idea of all their US tour schedule. And was waiting for a chance to get close enough during my office travel to make a break to see him.

I got that break today. I was a few hours drive away from where they were. Close enough. Having taken care of office meetings, sped straight down the left lane of the highway. I had to go there, meet him and speed back to catch the late night flight back home.

Moment the door was opened, the high fives flew!!!

The visit was short. They almost always are. It was good to see Baisakhi and Sagar though. And great to meet their sister in law Tumpa. (Missed his uncle Kuntal). But the most exciting part was Kintu’s stories about cars. I have never seen a guy know so much about cars and stats of cars. I am not big into cars but I was a patient listener, I thought!!

The best part of the high fives and meeting him? The crazy coincidence that it was exactly on the May 24th – one full year apart!!!

Perhaps someday, many years later, he will chance upon my blog site and out of curiosity search for his mom or dad or his own name and read this. Hopefully he will realize how every kids’s wishes, likes, dislikes, regrets, loves so profoundly define every adult’s priorities in life. How, while means might be a hindrance, willingness is never lacking every adults’ – father, mother, uncle, aunt, grandparents and so on – innate desire to make a child happy.

And hope he will realize that as weird as that High Five uncle was, he did keep his word… albeit a year later.

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22 May 2016

From the bartender’s corner – Ulanda

Between the absynthe, gin and triple sec, this drink does not even attempt to show any complexity. This is pure alcohol designed to cool your nerves down in a hurry. Would recommend it if you are looking for something to quickly give you the buzz so that you can catch up on your forty winks sitting in the sun by the pool. Provided you like the taste of aniseed. Else, find yourself something lighter šŸ™‚

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20 May 2016

From the bartender’s corner – J.R.’s Revenge

I could not trace the history of the name after much research. There is a movie by that name but i could not find any connection.

This is Bourbon, Southern Comfort and bitters. The proper way to serve this cocktail is to ahake with ice and then strain in a cocktail glass. I intend to nurse this for a long time – so kept the ice in and served in a low ball glass.

19 May 2016

Easy lies the head that wears a “crown” :-)

It was yet to be 4:30 AM. I was on my way to Portland airport to catch a flight back home. Called up mom and then my brother. As soon as my brother started talking, I could hear a yelling of “Jethu?” (which is what my nephews call me – it is the Bengali word denoting dad’s elder brother) and then I figured the nephews had snatched the phone from my brother and were talking all over themselves trying to tell me something very excitedly.

Once they had stopped to take a breath, I asked them to calm down and explain the whole thing from the beginning. What I gathered was the following – my sister-in-law is in China now for school work and my brother had brought the nephews to my parents house for a few days. So far, this was old news to me. I kept mechanically driving to the airport as they kept telling me what I already knew.

Then the conversation took a quick turn. Turns out that on Day 1 with grandparents, they got their heads shaved. Why would they get their heads shaved, I asked myself?? In our culture, that is the custom if one of your parents die – which clearly was not the case here – or perhaps if you had an attack of lice or something even more sinister – which would be a shame. In my confusion and surprise I missed my turn to the airport šŸ™‚

It seems my dad told them the story about how when my brother got his head shaved at their age [Oh! yeah! in those days, as a kid, we used to get our heads shaved a few times. We used to be told that our hair would grow stronger and better; I have lived long enough to know that there is no truth to that advertising šŸ™‚ ], my sister and I used to write with “dot pens” (ball point in today’s terminology) on his head. The nephews found that story very funny. Presumably, which was what my dad’s purpose was.

But then the two brothers started asking themselves how come they don’t get their heads shaved. Having not come up with any good reason, they approached my brother. Who had the same logical question every rational thinking dad would ask. I understand the younger one, in sheer desperation, came up with the following – “Jethu-r moton dekhtey laagbey, tai”. (“so that we can look like Jethu”).

My brother, apparently not convinced that the world has suffered enough with looks like mine, quickly obliged and a short trip to the local market later, they came back with this… ahem… “barber”ic act šŸ™‚ My brother said that the whole day they had been waiting for my daily call to tell me about their moment of “crowning” glory.

Once I understood the whole story, I got in on it too. “When I come to India next end of June, we will all get shaved together and take a picture”, I offered. To which, the elder nephew protested. “What happened?”, I asked. He demurred that the kids in school would make fun of him. I figured they still use “dot-pens” in school these days šŸ™‚

So, we opted for the second best course. They took pictures of themselves and sent them to me. A little stitches here and there, I was able to put together the following picture. Which should make you laugh in stitches.

Sometimes I worry if I am setting a low standard for my nephews…

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