Album 2: India Diary

We took the kids to India (almost) every winter. Apart from the photos which serve as good memories, there were their diaries, which were fun to read and gave us a good perspective of our desh from their ABCD point of view.

Here are excerpts from my son’s album from a trip he made when he was nine.

It was fun staying with family. The kids got a lot of attention. A lot of love. And a lot of gifts. Well, my daughter did. She got gold necklaces and diamond earrings. My son got ganjis. Not just any ganjis. Rupa ganjis.

It was fun eating out. “We ate lunch at The China Garden. The food was excellent! Better than any Chinese restaurant in the States!”

Well, I guess not all the time. “We went out to dinner with my cousins to the New Yorker. The pizza was De gou tant - which means disgusting in French. It had one speck of sauce and 20 pounds of cheese.”

It was fun eating at home. Well, again, not all the time. “Today’s Christmas! Also my cousin’s birthday! Today we celebrated my cousin’s birthday by having the biggest turkey ever. It was made so beautifully, it looked as if a gourmet cook prepared it. There was just one problem - I hate turkey. Call me crazy if you will, but I think it just doesn’t have any taste. So I ate Indian food. After dinner, we all had cake and chocolates. I wish my birthday was on the 25th too.”

It wasn’t always fun. “A bad thing is the pollution - it is awful. It’s the pollution that makes me wheeze. They call me Wheezer William. There is dust, bugs, trash and dirt flying everywhere you go. My mom, sister and my aunt go shopping. I watch TV, play basketball and golf and then start wheezing.”

That year, we also did the Golden Triangle. We went to the Amber Fort on an elephant.

Who would’ve thought that my daughter would be making the same trip almost exactly fourteen years later and come back with a ring on her finger?








We went to Jaipur. At the museum, we saw the Bhagvad Gita “handwritten in about number 5 font size”. On the way to Fathhepur Sikri, we got a flat tire. While the driver was fixing it, the kids looked around for entertainment on the side of the road.  “It was kind of fun, because there was a pond and we threw rocks in it. There was an old lady, who yelled at us for throwing the rocks. We gave her thirty cents to shut up. My mom called her my mother-in-law.”

The old lady was not the only one who yelled at him on the trip. On our return to Bombay, we attended my nephew’s wedding. “We were hungry, so my mom ordered french fries. She got mad because I put the ketchup bottle in my turban.” I realize Indian weddings are boring, but sitting patiently with the guests is the least he could have done. “Pahiniben and I were sitting behind them. She said that what happens if I pinched a guy’s butt? She tried it and he screamed! It was funny.”

Nope, it wasn't funny. 

Album 1: Bhutan

It should be fitting that I start the Album Blog with one of my top five countries in the world.

Bhutan is a country after my own heart - I could easily retire in one of the monasteries and spend my days in pensive circumlocution, wearing a kira and spinning a prayer-wheel.

I went at the invitation of my friend Patrizia, who is married to one of the Ministers. I flew to Calcutta to catch the Druk Air flight. Waiting in line at the airport, I was approached by the airport manager and then escorted to First Class. Hmmm... can life get any better? I thought. It did. Patrizia came to greet me on the tarmac in ceremonial garb and it just got better and better. I spent a wonderful five days with her family. I toured Thimphu and visited the Dzong at Punakha. A dzong is a fortress, built with hundreds of wooden planks joined together without a single nail and no formal architectural plan. I climbed to the top of one of the 108 Chortens (stupas) the Queen Mother had built for her son. We had tea and went dancing with royalty.




Drawing done by Patrizia's son Ugyen.

I stayed at the Yeedzin Guest House where Suresh and Purna looked after me as I were a Queen myself.




I got a personal tour of the Thimpu Dzong by the Honorable Lyonpo Ugyen Tshering.

Less than a million people live in this country where the focus is on the GNH - Gross National Happiness. The people are gentle and considerate. Traffic courtsey is in complete contrast to the chaotic each-man-for-himself mayhem on Bombay streets. Overtaking another car, one gives a short beep in acknowledgement and driver Pema would even give one each time he passed a cow.

As I left Bhutan, I was given a note by the hotel staff, which ended with:
“Lastly, I would like to say, plez madan (sic), save your journey with peace and happiness.”

No one could have expressed it better.

A Baadha-A-Month

I was beginning to pinch more than an inch. The muffin tops had swelled to inner-tube proportions and with every step undulated in slo-mo waves. It was time to do something. Something drastic. Something excrutiating.

It was time to cut out the chocolate. (Insert blood-curdling scream).

Well, if I was going to cut out chocolate, why not all sweets. I mean, if you are going to cut off a finger, why not the whole arm. Ok, so this explains why I failed Logic in my sophomore year. And all this time, I blamed Professor ‘Black Crow’. My Elphinstone College alumni will surely remember him:
Crows are black.
Swaminathan is black.
Therefore Swaminathan is a crow.

I know, I know, college humor has come a long way since then.

The One Month of no delightful, saccharine confection  was more painful for the husband, who has an umbilical cord connection to the sugar bowl. Thirty days passed slowly (and sugarlessly), the inner tubes went back to looking like muffin tops and life went on.

And then I started thinking of doing another “One Month” deal, except why torture myself this time? After all, I deserved a reward for knocking off one whole pound. Hmm... how about one month of A Movie A Day. The son had just signed up for a Netflix account, and in true desi style, I thought I should vasoolofy the one month free trial membership.

So followed one month of streaming movies and watching them on my iPad. Most were good, only because I chucked out the bad ones within ten minutes. Hey! have improved. I used to be a lot more uncharitable and intolerant, and barely give them a chance five minutes past the titles ...

So, here is a list of the movies I saw. Caveat: No money-back guarantees. Also, I am into the weirder-the-better, independent kinda foreign movies. No fantasy, no Big Production, no sci-fi. Mention Julia Roberts or Tom Hanks, Aniston, Depp or Stiller and you're outta here before the titles even start.

1. No One Killed Jessica
2. Guzaarish
3. Life in a ... Metro
4. The Sicialian Girl
5. Sabah
6. 7 Khoon Maaf
7. The Red Balloon
8. The God Who Wasn’t There
9. Prête-Moi Ta Main
10. Freakanomics
11. Mumbai Meri Jaan
12. Les Poupées Russes
13. Road, Movie
14. Alles Auf Zucker
15. A Wednesday
16. Oye, Lucky, Lucky, Oye
17. Dear God
18. Inform and Delight
19. Maria Larsson’s Everlasting Moments
20. A Song for Martin
21. Passionada
22. Prague Duet
23. Hawaii, Oslo
24. Angela
25. Fat, Sick and Nearly Dead
26. Autumn Spring
27. Vanished Empire
28. Inch’Allah Dimanche
29. Tuya’s Marriage
30. Turtles Can Fly

Since the movies did not take up more than two hours of my time, and I have OCD when it comes to cleaning and organizing, I started sorting all my albums and photographs the rest of the day. I discovered I have 40+ albums, so next month, I will do an Album-A-Day and blog the contents daily, with trips down memory lane and foreign countries. Friends and Family will be featured on a regular basis. Unflattering portraits will (try to) be censored.

And now, excuse me, I hear some Lindt calling my name.