Coffee With Mi.

A favorite tune

2012-01-12T08:53:00.000+05:30

When we hear Talat Mahmood, you are obviously in our thoughts and we talk about which songs are your favorites. Very hard to choose when it comes to Talat - still!. Here's one song you always enjoyed hearing:

I am trying my best to be a creative cook, Mi. Last night I panicked about what to give Vidur in his school dubba because we hadn't discussed it. I became pareshaan. Thing is, he hardly has any lunch when he carried sandwiches and stuffed parathas. So I decided that the best solution has to be to pack more. After all, what is better than children enjoying food? That was a very "you" thought :-) because immediately - it occurred to me that you would have done something similar.

So today, instead of aalu paratha, I made carrot-onion-coriander paratha. I think it will be nice. I grated the onion and the carrot so that the dough would turn out smooth with only flecks of carrot. It is the red carrot season and I am remembering all the times you would just love to grate and have it. We would even use it in veg pulao for the lovely color. Sigh.

Two days back I made kathrika curry and it turned out just the way you love it. Made me think of our 12.30 lunch bell and how you would be surprised to see that lunch was ready in less than half an hour. Well, you were always the expert and I think I had a wonderful teacher in you!

I was laughing to myself this morning - stuffed paratha for Vidur and bhindi curry and plain parathas for Sury. It later occured to me that both could have taken the same lunch - had I not gone ahead and cut the bhindi from routine!

Maybe I do have a bit of you in me when it comes to cooking, Mi! At least I am happy to experiment!

Miss you. The day after tomorrow is Pongal/Sankranti and this will be our second without you.

Vidya Sury

Over and done with

2011-12-27T15:25:00.002+05:30

You know what I mean, Mi.

Let's do a namaskaram of peace to Chocolate Amman, a.k.a. Kolavizhi Amman.

You would have loved this temple, Mi. It is in Mylapore near that Sanskrit College. Amazingly, the weather was also very cool. Mini-mama enjoyed the trip.

We're now waiting for the New Year. I'll have some interesting photos to show you soon.

Life's little gifts

2011-12-22T10:35:00.000+05:30

Depending on how we look at it, some things are good and some things, not so good. I am so not looking forward to a trip we have to make, but we'll do it anyway, to get it over with. Moreover, wouldn't want to waste money cancelling the tickets. My crazy mind things, imagine how may Seva Sadan meals that could cover! Like that.

But let's talk about some nice things. Vidur's school annual day was great - he took part in the Carnatic music song - so cute, considering he's learning Hindustani classical no? The programs were superb and we returned home quite happy the way things turned out. Of course, Vidur kept on practicing wearing the dhoti in the traditional style and look pretty great when he wore the final event costume.


Vidur Sury 17.12.2011

I clicked a quick photo as soon as he got dressed. That backpack looks like he's attached to it permanently! :-). Reminded me of another time when they got ready made dhotis. The size was too small for him and I had to attach it to the hem of a pair of shorts to make it look normal under the kurta. So funny.

By the way, Sid hasn't turned up to complete the piping/plastering work. Are we surprised? No. Really.

Yesterday I made coriander chutney. The coriander was so fresh and the leaves shone so healthily, I had wave after wave of nostalgia, thinking of how you would tirelessly make chutneys of pudina, coriander, curry leaves...roasting lentils, cleaning the bunches of leaves and lovingly putting the ingredients together so we could all enjoy the healthy flavors. I also remember how I would always scold you for hurriedly converting the fresh leaves into chutney, and then realizing we hadn't left any for garnishing while cooking :D. And I've lost count of the number of times and the number of people you have gifted this to. Not that the acknowledgments or appreciation is pouring in - still. Fact remains you gave and gave and gave.

My blood is boiling over many things I cannot write here, Mi. I guess Vidur is going to be my best friend now to talk to. Amazing how he always has great advice. Out of the mouths of babes eh?

Sigh. Another Christmas. Another year. 2012 is around the corner. I have to go to Seva Sadan and make the payment for this year's contribution to food, medical supplies and all that.

Weird to think we're getting older. Sigh.

Vidya Sury

Nuts

2011-12-16T11:11:00.001+05:30

Just about describes my state of mind now. Mi, I battled for two weeks, trying to get the building manager to understand that there's a pipe leaking and the irritating thing is steadily soaking the wall of the pc room and verandah. Finally I got him to come check and he left with the promise it would be attended soon. Well, as we all know, "soon" is a relative term.

But it did happen sooner than I expected, amid much teasing and laughter from Sury. Murphy's Law you know. We seem to live it sometimes. Anyway, our friend Sid came and checked. And said he'd be back "soon". Again, this time "soon" meant four days.

And now, the verandah is a mess with the grill off the piping area, and that duct open all the way from the terrace to the basement. Funny it is. The guys have changed the pipes that were corroded and leaking. This time instead of the cast iron pipes, they've installed pvc pipes. In fact, the pipe fixing was done in a jiffy. What delayed the job was the availability of the residents of all the floors. I work from home, and so I was available. But the first floor walas weren't there - so that drags the job over to today and tomorrow. So irritating.

What the situation is?

Hmm. I've been sprinting from the front door to the back door. Millions of times, or so it seems like. The problem with the messy verandah and the trail of cementy footmarks all over the place is driving me nuts too. Remember that bathroom makeover, Mi? Errgh. Oh well. Same guy. Different job. So now am looking at many more hours of this happening. Finding it so hard to focus on work. How can I do it efficiently when I keep getting up every ten minutes? The prob is they have to walk right through the house to get to the verandah. Oh well. Hopefull it will all get over in another couple of days. Not that they always stick to the promised deadline. And not that I can always set my watch to their punctuality. Ha.

In the mean time, Vidur is ultra-busy with his school events. They had KV Foundation Day and this will be followed by Annual Day tomorrow. Busy practicing and performing. They had gone to KV Hebbal yesterday and were there all day. He went at 8 and returned at 6.30 pm. Long day for him. Hopefully today he'll be back home at the usual time since they have full dress rehearsal today. Tomorrow is the big day. We were talking about the various annual days we both have accompanied him to, landing up far earlier than everyone else so we could "help" dress the kids.You used to enjoy school events so much.

By the way, they have a very dynamic new principal this year. We had a parents-teacher meeting the day before yesterday and it went quite well. With the usual what-nots.

And I am still playing langdi over the house cleaning. Getting more and more like the Holy Grail for me. Gimme strength, Mi. Sometimes I feel the age. On top of all this, trip to Madras. Can you say I lead a boring life?

By the way, I skipped the second round of coffee. First-ay thadhingina-thom most days. All my fault.

And now, bad news

2011-12-11T08:08:00.001+05:30

I didn't think I'd be writing this so soon, Mi. P'ma passed away yesterday. It is odd to think you did not live to see/hear it. Of course you would have cried and felt miserable, because no matter what, blood is thicker than water, is it not?

So, where are the tears?

But I think I am a bad person sometimes. When I heard the news, I did not shed a single tear. I thought I was in shock. But I wasn't. Do you find that strange? Because I was quite normal and went about the usual stuff, as usual. Maybe because we knew she has not been well the last month? Remember I told you she was diagnosed with lung fibrosis a month ago? Well, good for her she was back in India and met all the people she wanted to see. Except me.

The last time we met was in December 2009 when she dropped by to see us when she was visiting with her granddaughter. I also remember how upset you were that she hardly chatted with you. Subsequently, we chatted on the phone a few times, but you know what? No one really asked any details about you, leaving me always with the thought that you mattered when you were healthy and able to do things for others. Not that am surprised.

I just wish you were with me now - we would have talked about so many things. Oh, we still will, except it will be a monologue in my head. And Mi, am not rushing over there to participate in the death rites. I'll probably be scolded to death over it, but that is okay. I just can't stand the rituals combined with socializing. I know they say that no matter what you miss, must never miss attending a death announcement. I beg to differ. So maybe I am crazy to think like that. That's okay, too.

But I do plan to make a day trip to see Mama and a couple of others as soon as Vidur's hols begin. And I'll probably be at the receiving end of you know what.

Oh, but I have to tell you this, though. Just a couple of days ago, N. visited us and we had a pleasant time. That night, I had some bhayankar bad dreams. I didn't remember anything about it though, after I woke up. Then the day before yesterday night, I dreamed that P'ma had passed away - I remember it so clearly you know? Imagine, when we got the phone call around 5 pm in the evening - I immediately remembered the dream.

My intuitions have always been strong, except when you were in the hospital. Wonder why I didn't even imagine you'd be no more? Probably because I thought you'd live forever? Because I wanted you to? Yes. I never even thought about a situation where you'd not be there. You were only 64. Why would I even think that? Death may be inevitable, but that does not mean I have to be sensible, cool and calm about yours.

Vidya Sury

Good news, Sad news

2011-11-25T11:22:00.001+05:30

The good first. This November 23 was a different kind of birthday for Vidur. He was keen on going to the Angala Parameshwari temple on Magadi Road. We did, and oh boy, you should have seen how they've renovated the place. Amazing. The huge cutout that used to freak Vidur out is no longer there; they've removed it, it seems. But we had a nice time. The poojari at the inner sannidhi turned out to be a nice guy and allowed us to click photos to glory, much to Vidur's joy.

Vidur Sury - 23.11.11

Uh oh - that camera's battery has messed up again!

We also made our ritual trip to the bookstore. I have to tell you, I felt blessed that Vidur has such nice interests. He was mighty thrilled about the books he bought. There is a Crossword branch now in Sadashivnagar, so after we went there, we headed over to Sapna bookstore, followed by Pizza Hut for dinner. Then we left-right-ed it home. You know how easy it is to get transport back from there! All in all, a happy day was had by all.

But the day before, we had sad news. Revati's mother passed away. We went and visited them and talked for a while. Sigh. These things are never easy.

After much procrastination, I decided I'd go give my bike for servicing. Yet again, I should have delayed it by another day because - drumroll - the mechanic was out of town and expected back tomorrow. With an evil grin, I came back home, recalling how you would tease me about the good outcome of my delays. So funny.

Yesterday, I started the process of shifting Vidur's clothes to the bigger cupboard. Emptying it is a massive job. I have only just cleared the sarees from it. As I folded each one and put it away in the steel cupboard, I fondly recalled all the memories associated with buying the saree, fixing the fall and our tussle over who should wear it first. Then I remembered you telling me, more recently, that I should wear them all at least once, wash them and store them again as it is not good to keep clothes folded for years and years. So I decided that starting today, I'll wear a saree to the weekly meeting. Which still means I am stuck at four a week. Errrgh. Let me see what I can do.

It is time I started cleaning out all the shelves one by one since most of them have been neatly arranged for years now. Time to review and nikaalo stuff. We had been planning to clear out one particular cupboard for months and now, it is years. Suddenly I think, what's the point of accumulating all this stuff? I really ought to clear out stuff. I will.

I woke up this morning with a solid headache and now I am wondering whether I should make a cup of coffee.

Okay, I will.

Vidya Sury

Breathless

2011-11-17T12:25:00.001+05:30

Mi, can you believe it? Pulmonary Fibrosis runs in the family. How weird to first of all come to know this after you passed away from a collapsed lung which was a result of "idiopathic" pulmonary fibrosis. And now, we learn that it is more of an idiotic situation than idiopathic.

It seems P'ma has been diagnosed with PF and is having a bad time. I can imagine - you went through twelve years of that. (PF - supposed to provide for the family as a Provident Fund - but look at what's happening here! PF is also Pulmonary Fibrosis) I chatted with K and he told me what was happening.

Such a deja-vu-ish feeling. I couldn't help thinking that you suffered so much in 1997 before the docs reached the right diagnosis, and then, continued to go through all sorts of health issues as a result of the medication for each problem. No one took it seriously in the family.

When you were in ICU for 15 days straight receiving platelet transfusions as the doctor and his team struggled to get your platelet count and hemoglobin up, we were told to be prepared to lose you. I still remember pacing those corridors all night, because they expected to have to take you to the main hospital 20 plus kilometers away because they didn't have a ventilator here, in case they needed it.

I like to think prayers saved you that night. The nurses were so indifferent, probably because they see this on a daily basis. So now looks like I must plan a quickie trip to go see P'ma. I heard she's frail and has to wear a nightie. I remember how you felt bad to wear one when you had that fall from the second floor in your school and had to take complete bed rest.

Don't you wonder sometimes how we managed to stay sane through all the things we went through? The multiple hospitalizations, the frustration, the expense,the stress, the suffering - and during the last few months, recovery was not always imminent. Still, I never worried during the various times you were in hospital because I always had a deep conviction that you would pull through. And you did.

So - why it did not work the last time is something I still feel unreal about. Yet your chances of surviving were almost nil. If it were only the collapsed lung, they might have succeeded in reviving it. But the lack of oxygen during those crucial minutes before we got you into emergency played havoc on your system.

To this day, the people you regarded so highly did not ask for details; who has the time to listen to others, Mi? Yet they want to make sure they tell us every little detail about themselves, no matter how trivial. It is always very significant when even minor things happen to them. But you and me, bru-ha-ha-ha.

While we managed to laugh at most of this, I know the pain we shared and I will never forget that. I am blessed we had/have each other. After all, we are so used to people’s give and take policy. We give, they take.

Today, Vidur had to miss school because of a tummy upset. I was scheduled to go to the bank to wind up your accounts, but S called to say she's sending someone to get the papers and after reviewing them, I could plan a trip. Convenient for today especially since I was undecided whether to lug Vidur along for the ride.

While making the list of documents for her, I came across a photo of yours tucked into a checkbook. So cute. Vidur and I got very senti - because we always remember you exactly like that - alert, smiling, bright and ready to GO!

Still trying to understand why you never had a single lazy bone in your body, Mi. That’s one thing about you I would never aspire to emulate.

Oh well. Now look at the inheritance I have to handle: Health risks, mostly. No wealth issues, thank God. *wink*. Paternal family has bequeathed the risk of diabetes and breast cancer. (And who knows what else). Enough said. Tomorrow I'll show you the cute kadaai I got. You would have loved to use it, my immortal kitchen queen!.

Vidya Sury

Breakfast at Seva Sadan

2011-11-09T09:54:00.000+05:30

...is even better than Breakfast at Tiffany's or Breakfast in America. Because our breakfast at Seva Sadan commemorates the eighth of every month for us. Oh, what a pleasure to feed people. Mi - now (as you wisely predicted) I understand lots of things that I got bugged about when you mentioned it.

"When am gone" was a phrase I hated to hear from you. But who can stop Fate from playing her game? Fate, indeed is a woman.

I thought of you so much on Sunday when I was making aalu curry and chapati for the Music Get-together. I kept imagining how quickly you would have turned out the chapatis. As a child I was always fascinated at how you made several fulkas simultaneously, flipping them over like a juggler on the tava and then on the fire, then rolling them off, like beautiful balloons onto the plate. Then we would add a layer of ghee to the chapati - and - in an ambiance that only the fragrance of cooking chapatis can bring, we would enjoy our roti and subzi.

mmm...I can still smell those long winter evenings when we would make "Keerai" and roti because we had a strict food budget. What lovely days those were. We used to make sambar so rarely and generally manage with a mixed subzi and plain rice. Funny - those days we actually bought an assortment of veg for Rs.5 and returned home with two carrots, two onions, one potato, a handful of peas, and a couple of tomatoes, all of which went into making one dish that doubled up as a side-dish for rice or roti.

You know, Mi, you'll be proud to see me make rotis, fulkas and parathas with ease, just like you. I am so grateful for the lifelong education you affectionately passed on to me, mostly without me being conscious about it.

I still recall those hot afternoons when I came in from the 45 degree sun, to a welcoming wash at home and a yummy lunch of seasoned curd rice and beetroot curry which you would have lovingly arranged in glass dishes because I admired how it looked.

It is sometimes hard to believe that Vidur is going to be fourteen. Remember how we spent the better part of the night before his birthday decorating the living room and blowing loads of balloons! Someone told me that "blowers" are available - we were so stupid and huffed and puffed and did it. And how appreciative Vidur always was. He has a nice plan for his birthday this year - and he talks of you all the time. I am so glad you are alive in his mind and heart. I am blessed to have a gentle child.

I made dosa molaga podi and paruppu podi a couple of days back. And of course I heard you telling me, in my mind, that I should remove the podi from the mixer and put it in the airtight container to retain the flavor. It seems am not so bad at making podis myself, considering you were/are the podi queen. Not surprising, eh?

Now, let me pretend you're sitting with me, and sharing kaapi.

November 2011

2011-11-01T10:30:00.001+05:30

Significant for many reasons.

a/ This is the calendar we’ll be looking at for everything:

Isn’t that exciting? That’s Vidur’s painting on the IISc calendar, very interestingly featured for the month of November, which is wonderful, because it is…..

b/ Birthday Month

Turning 14 is no jokes. Nothing remotely funny about that. My little boy will be fourteen years old.

c/ NaNoWriMo

I am participating in the National Novel Writing Month, and the challenge is, starting November 1, to write 50,000 words by November 30. I am excited, nervous, confident I can do it. I am counting on my support group to motivate me. I have decided to rebel and write non-fiction. But who knows? I might end up with a short story or two, too.

I wish you were here, Mi, because I don’t know anyone else who encourages and pep talks like you do. I’ll be thinking of you to keep my spirits up, when I feel low. I’ll definitely miss the endless cups of coffee you would have made for me.

Vidya Sury

Miss the magic wand

2011-10-25T09:33:00.001+05:30

I am going through a phase of je-ne-sais-quoi. Can’t quite put my finger on what that feeling is. It could be because of all the stuff happening in the last two or three weeks, some physical exhaustion, plenty to do, looking ahead. My eyes just seem to want to stay closed.

I sometimes wonder if I’ve got internet fatigue. Or maybe I am just pre-menopausal. Whatever, I am trying my best to stay sane. It occurred to me that in the past, I’d express in written words how I felt and this would make me feel better. I would also thrash it out with you, Dear Mi. And you would automatically wave your magic wand and make it alright. And the sun would shine in my life again.

This time, I am too lethargic to do it. Also, this time, I decided to do it in a different way. Of course, I fell back on my T-chart method. It always works. I made a list of all the good things I had, to look forward to. Lots of stuff. Very encouraging.

What is probably getting me down is my growing (too-much-)to-do list. Sometimes I wish some of the things on the list would just expire if I left it for long enough. But no, it only moves up the priority list and gets done. And life does go on.

Sometimes it is so boring to have to plan and do things by myself. Tomorrow’s Diwali, and am missing all the excitement you would build up for weeks before the day. Getting the special oil ready, planning the sweets, the new clothes and the overall festive atmosphere. This year, I am afraid that I am just going to make gulab jamuns. Just don’t feel up to anything else.

Am grateful I have Vidur and Sury, without whom I think I might fall apart. Maybe I seriously need to take time off.

Vidya Sury

More than words

2011-10-15T11:41:00.001+05:30

Dear Mi,

My Mom Devi - One Sweet Day in 1973

You are always more, much more than words. You are hugs, smiles, laughter, love and above all, fun. October 15 – what happy memories we have, enhanced even more by two years of unexpected strawberry and chocolate cake which we all shared and ate together, and stored in the fridge for our daily high teas.

Now, Vidur prefers to remember this day, your pseudo-birthday, and celebrate it with something special. I suppose people would expect him to sit and sulk and feel bad. But then, that is not what you taught him. You always believed that the living must remember all the good things and laughter shared with those that are physically not with us. If we do believe in angels, then you are obviously our head-angel, with Paati right behind you.

I am so blessed to have known two strong women, you and Paati, who influenced me throughout my life. I credit you with all the strength and wisdom you’ve help me build within myself. I am grateful to you for all the good things I am today, and hopefully will be, as long as I live.

Last week, we were talking frequently to ‘Shnu as Vidur had an assignment that required him to interview a famous personality. Sury suggested our Shnu, who is now India’s top ranked tennis players, at No.2, nationally. Sury and Vidur put together a set of interesting questions which we then emailed to Vishnu, as he is in Delhi at the moment for a series of tournaments. We got a prompt reply from him with a set of wonderful answers. I found it so endearing when he mentioned the bad “first” haircut, the Bournvita bottle breaking and other things. I think we have more photos from Shnu’s childhood than he has. I still have the cassette where we’ve got his baby voice and Padma’s “rasam curry” dialog. Oh, nostalgia!

Even now, I find it so hard to believe – okay, not so hard really, but it all seems a bit unreal. While talking to Shnu and marveling at how nice he sounded, I kept thinking about the time we met the family for the first time. I was 24 (am 48 now) and Vishnu was about 8 months old (and is 24 now). Truly amazing, how we’ve kept in close touch – and I think it is one of the most cherished relationships we’ve got.

Mi, that shwee pan’s handle finally came off a couple of weeks ago. I have to get it fixed. I remembered how you advised that these utensils are the pillars of the kitchen, thanks to years of use and rough handling and still looking great. Luckily the pan was empty when the handle came off, or else, imagine! Also, we have such sentimental value attached to our two shwee pans. Every Sunday, during 1987 to 1991, you made “kesari” in it. Shnu got so used to it that he’d toddle in on Sunday afternoon, point to it and say “Shwee”. And how can we forget how he would point to the last shelf in the steel cupboard and point to himself and smile, expectantly, waiting for us to give him something in a brown paper packet. Just because you once kept a little vest for him in a brown paper packet in that shelf. And how he would always point at you and keep saying “Chia, Chia” if you were wearing a saree he had seen me wear, assuming only I should wear it.

Sigh. One head. So many memories. I was sharing all these funny tales with Vidur, who’s home with a bad cold and cough and on antibiotics. You know what an avid listener Vidur is. Just loves the old stories, sweety that he is.

Blessed to have Vidur. He prays to you every day.

After all, Maata, Pita, Guru, Devi, no?

Kaapi time.

Vidya Sury

Smiles minus one

2011-10-12T10:01:00.001+05:30

After that exciting day in July when Vidur's braces came off the doc told us our next appointment was a year later. A year! I thought. Sounded too good to be true. And admiring Vidur's smile, which is always endearing to me, we got on with life.

Only to discover a few weeks later - in Aug - that two of the aligned teeth were losing their alignment. Of course I panicked. The first thing I did was phone the doctor's office, for who better to talk to? The doc wasn't around. In fact, he was away and expected back only in the end of September. So we made the first available appointment and waited. It was as if, each day, these two teeth were regressing. A little more by the minute.

Finally, we did go to the orthodontist and he checked Vidur's teeth. He told us that since four teeth were removed before the dental braces were fixed, there was always a possiblity of the two misaligned teeth to regress. Not encouraging. So, what next, I thought. It turns out that Vidur must wear a removable clip constantly, except while eating, brushing teeth and singing. What A pain. Sounds like the braces were a better idea. Maybe they came off too soon, I thought secretly. We all know how hard it is to argue with a specialist. Quite like lodging a valid complaint only to make things worse.

Oh well. He got the clip fixed yesterday, and now we're hoping and praying everything works out okay this time. As though this weren't enough, he's also got a bad cold, and school reopens tomorrow. Grrr. Who said adolescence was easy?

Dussera

2011-10-06T16:16:00.001+05:30

Navaratri greetings to everyone!

This pic is from the beautiful Prabasee Association's arrangement at the Canara Union near our place. They do this every year.

Mom used to love visiting the place. For one thing, it was quite close to our place - about two minutes walking distance. And second, I often suspected Mom used it as an excuse to indulge Vidur in whatever he wanted from the supermarket opposite the place, in case he didn't fancy anything at the food court at the puja venue. At home it would be a lively nine days with different "sundals" and sweets every day, especially with Vidur at home. Of course, even though it was school holiday time, he would have loads of homework and in the midst of pampering him, Mom also made sure he followed a strict routine of working on his homework for a couple of hours in the morning before he did anything else. Nice tandem routine we had. Lots of fun, but got our work done. The evenings would involve visiting people or having them over.

When I was young, it was a completely different routine at my grandmother's place. We were a joint family and with eight plus members in the family at any given point in time, each had their duties. While the elders went about their stuff, I would have two pages of handwriting in the four languages I knew - Tamil, English, Hindi and Marathi. Then I'd practice math problems. We had no TV or computers. Only the radio for entertainment or we could go to the cinema theater. We didn’t even have fans – used to be quite cool as I recall. I remember very much coveting the “white cupboard” one of our neighbors bought, which kept things cold. The refrigerator. So comic it seems now.

The building next door would reverberate with Navratri Dandia sounds, as it was full of gujaratis. So pleasant. While our building was alive with everyone inviting each other to their houses to se their doll displays. Visiting meant wearing our finest clothes. And when we visited, we’d be expected to sing songs and earn our sundals. We loved it, though. My aunt really loved to dress up. She looked like a doll, diamonds twinkling from her earrings and nose studs, jasmine flowers adorning her hair.

My Mom never enjoyed these things, preferring to stay behind the scenes and doing the hard work. Such was our culture. People preferred it that way, because they considered her the odd one out. Why? Because her husband abandoned her when she was pregnant and due in three months. Most people did not bother to give her the “tamboolam”. Even her own sisters did not honor her with this as they thought it was not auspicious to do so. Makes me mad to just think about it.

Tamboolam is the auspicious take away from Indian functions and festivals if you are a sumangali (married lady) or a kanya (unmarried girl). The tamboolam consists of a couple of betel leaves, betel nut, usually a sachet of kumkum and turmeric, a coconut and a fruit and of course, flowers and dakshina (cash). My Mom always made it a point to add a gift and sweets to this. She would.

Miss it all.

Vidya Sury

I miss my partner

2011-10-03T21:45:00.001+05:30

My coconut chutney partner, in particular. Each time I have coconut chutney with a dash of pudina (mint leaves), I really miss my mom. She and I loved it with idly, dosa, vada and puri. Yes, puri. We Tamilians are like that. Coconut chutney is actually a standard side dish with puri. My grandmother, who now lives in California is a fantastic cook and my Mom used to say she learned some of the best tricks in the book from her. Oh, my Mom was a fab cook too. So, even if you are not attending California culinary schools if you are passionate about good food, you may be interested in looking into cooking classes.

Oh well. For three days, I treasured a bowl of chutney and had it with dosa, puri and bread. Yes, bread. Pretty yum, it was, too.

(Picture courtesy: http://www.idlydosa.com/)

And during Navaratri, the coconuts pile up. We make a grated coconut + cardamom + jaggery concoction that Sury likes. And chutney. Lots of it. But only Mom and I would have it. Now, it is just me.

Vidya Sury

So I managed...

2011-09-28T22:05:00.001+05:30

To have one more birthday without Mom.

I feel so sad to think she won't ever be there again.

But she is in our hearts and in every little thing we do.

I celebrated my birthday yesterday by feeding the kids at Seva Sadan. I donated my mom’s cot and mattresses along with linen and other stuff to the Friends In Need Society, which is a “home for the aged” here and felt quite happy. I intend clearing out a lot more stuff gradually. I had set myself a deadline for certain things and am more or less in tune with the timelines.

Life does go on, doesn’t it?

Navratri would be such a big deal at home had Mom been there. So many things are just not the same without her. I miss her energy – making a production out of my birthday, shopping throughout a week ahead, buying loads of stuff and generally creating an atmosphere of celebration.

My birthday was very nice, though. I was lucky to have Vidur spend the day with me. The three of us had a cozy evening at home. All my friends remembered and called or visited and made me feel wonderful. I am so thankful for that. It is such a blessing to feel so loved. Am very grateful for my life and everything I have.

Vidya Sury

Life is short. Death is final.

2011-09-22T11:15:00.001+05:30

Last week, we got news that our cousin’s husband developed a headache, became unconscious and had to be rushed to hospital, where he was in a coma for about five days. He was hooked to the ventilator. The doctors hoped that maybe he would survive. After all, there is a God. Miracles have happened in the past.

Unfortunately, he died. The family, of course is completely devastated. I mean, he had come back from work as usual, had his dinner. Life was normal, routine. The family – he, his wife and his ten year old daughter would have been laughing and joking. As usual. And doing all those little things that make up life.

And then this happened. Almost overnight, life changed. Forever. Suddenly it is one critical family member less. Although no family member is any less important for being absent.

It got me thinking about my Mom, who was with us until February 3, at home and then in hospital until February 8. She was fine until Feb 2, recovering from spinal TB and being mobilized after a prolonged mandatory bed rest to heal. After several months of severe suffering, life began to look brighter and when 2010 started, we thought it was ta time for recovery from then on. New Year usually makes you feel that way when it starts on a happy positive note. Mom was eating better, somehow seemed happier, as she deserved to feel.

And then, on the night of Feb 2, she complained of a slight pain in the side. We called the doctor right away who prescribed medication and she felt better. Still, when she didn’t look totally okay, we called an ambulance, thinking that if she needed care in the middle of the night it made sense to be where it would be available. Yet when the guys arrived she laughed them away, scolding us for making a big deal out of a small pain.

On Feb 3, morning, she woke up as usual and went about her routine. But she didn’t look okay. I requested the doc to visit home, so he could assess her and assure us she was okay. The doc visited and advised us to rush her to the hospital right away. Little did we know that one lung had probably started collapsing. The ambulance arrived and we reached the hospital’ emergency room, to be told that had we reached even ten minutes later, she may not have made it alive there.

As if that was not scary enough, further evaluation revealed that her condition was critical – life-threatening, and the doctors informed us that there was no choice but to attach her to a ventilator. Minutes later they had her in the ICU. They tried reviving her lung, which never recovered due to a chronic idiopathic lung fibrosis. (Yes, the same thing Pataudi has been diagnosed with). The doctors did not give us any hope at all over the next few days and on the morning of February 8, she “breathed” her last. Her heart stopped.

Obviously I will never forget each moment of waiting from Feb 3 to Feb 8 when we were not sure if she would survive. We never even expected that she would stop living. I mean, she has been in and out of hospital a few times, pronounced critical, yet she pulled through always. Imagining a life without Mom seemed impossible for all of us and perhaps more, for Vidur.

Yet, we carry on, remembering her, her warmth, the wonderful memories. I feel very lucky that she was with us and that Vidur had the opportunity to know her for twelve years of his life.

So, I cannot even begin to imagine how my cousin’s family must be taking their loss. They would have made plans for Navratri holidays. Our aunt celebrates it grandly, in style, with the traditional doll display. And now, none of that will happen. All those dreams together…. it is so sad to think of it.

Brings home the fact even more strongly that in life, nothing is permanent. To think that there are people bearing grudges and taking pleasure from hurting others – it all seems so petty.

Makes you take stock and think, doesn’t it?

Sigh.

Vidya Sury

Oh, I am such an idiot!

2011-09-16T10:43:00.000+05:30

I woke up this morning, made and had coffee, made idlis for dubba, realized there’s no “chutney powder” to go with it, roasted and ground the lentils that make our particular recipe for “dosai milagai podi”, even as I prayed there should not be a power-cut.

Then, I sat to have coffee with Sury, who showed me something in the Times of India, Bangalore edition, Sports section. This:

“THE RACQUETEERS CLUB: Indian players (from left) Rohan Bopanna, Somdev Devvarman, Mahesh Bhupathi and Vishnu Vardhan with AITA vice president Karti Chidambaram on the eve of the Davis Cup World Group Qualifying tie at Ariake Tennis Stadium in Tokyo on Thursday.”

Besides the fact that my eyes filled up with (ugh!) tears and I got every emotional looking at the picture, I was delighted to see Vishnu’s photo in the paper. Sometimes it is so hard to believe that someone I knew as a baby is an adult. Law of nature and all that notwithstanding, I couldn’t help taking a brief trip into the realms of nostalgia – and I remember how Shnu, as we liked to call him fondly, called me Chia in turn. Oh, wet eyes all over again. Vishnu was the baby of our dreams and although I’ve said it before, I’d say it again – back then, when I was around 24, I wished that if ever I got married and had a child, I’d want him to be like Vishnu. No, no gender bias here. Just because we spent a lot of time with him, I said “him”.

God bless him and his wonderful parents. I will always remember with happiness the great times we’ve had. Even today, his mom is the first person to wish me on my birthday – and every other festival or occasion in our family. This is significant because we met them in 1987 – and we’re talking about 24 years. Wow!. To think Vishnu was barely eight months old when we first met him!.

Proud of you, Vishnu. And am sure, so is your “Aanthie”. We wish you all the best!

Vidya Sury

And what a wonderful day it was!

2011-09-12T17:14:00.000+05:30

Yesterday, we had a fabulous time at the Music function organized by Vidur's music school. We had the pleasure of hearing him perform live, after listening to him practice for hours and hours at home. He sang Raag Miya Malhaar. I loved it. Everyone loved it. But although we all felt he sounded great, he thinks he was not a 100%. Oh, the perfectionist.

Vidur on stage singing Raag Miya Malhaar

Me, I basked in the glow only a happy Mom can bask in - and really wished many times my Mom was there to hear him. The texture of his voice has changed over the years, and since I am the sentimental sort who will keep listening to old home video recordings - I could see the natural transition. How children grow - so quickly!

As I recorded the video of his performance, many times my eyes were wet when he sang a particularly tough part and I willed my tears to go right back because I was sitting in the front row and did not have a tissue ready to wipe them off. I don't know what it is - but each time I hear a group performing, or Vidur performing, and certain songs - I get very emotional and want to sob. Well, apparently I am not alone because I've seen others feel that way. :-)

We had a beautiful day yesterday.

I am really glad he has a great teacher and we are so lucky he is being tutored by her. But there are also Online Colleges that have music classes for people who love music.

Vidur and I. Okay - that's a well-deserved cuppa in my hand

Vidya Sury

Come, September

2011-09-10T20:01:00.002+05:30

My Mom liked that tune. A lot. I used to find it boring because somehow, no matter what event or function it was, there was a sure chance that this song would be played. Hmm...having said that, I realized it is only in my head now and I haven't heard it for - yikes - decades! Funny how these things form an impression. The other day, during our weekly meeting, there was upma. And I recall that a couple of the members didn't like it and refused to eat it. I ate it, of course and quite liked it. I also realized, that although am not a big fan of certain things, once in a while it is quite okay to have them; who knows, might start liking them again! :-)

Rava Upma

Image courtesy: Surf India

My Mom loved rava upma. We made it for breakfast almost every morning during her last 2-3 years with many variations. It was healthy, easy to eat and tasted good. With all her medications, it was important to have a decent breakfast - so we alternated between idlis and upma because these were the easiest for her to eat. Occasionally, she had oats, but didn't like it much. Nor was she a big fan of bread. On days when Vidur was at home for breakfast, we would make semia upma (Vermicelli upma) and he would call it "paati noodles" as against "mummy noodles".

My Mom got very excited when it was September for various reasons. One, it is my birthday month. Two, big festival month with Navaratri usually beginning towards the end or early October. We would plan to do some major cleaning up at home and simultaneously she would plan what to get me for my birthday. Each time we went out, we would shop and buy clothes. No wonder I love clothes. I also give away a lot of stuff, which is the redeeming factor, I suppose. :-) But oh, I just love to buy clothes. When I was much younger, my uncles freaked out shopping for me - buying loads of clothes. It was never one - it was always at least six or eight sets of dresses, frocks, pants, sarees, salwar kameez - whatever I happen to be wearing at the time.

Lovely days.

So another year goes by...and tomorrow is Vidur's big day at his music school. More about it later.

Vidya Sury

A favorite song

2011-09-07T09:24:00.000+05:30

Chup Gaya Koi Re - Suchitra Sen, Champa Kali Song

My Mom, The best teacher

2011-09-05T18:21:00.000+05:30

Happy Teacher's Day has such a jolly ring to it. I have such fond memories of this day. My school/college days, Mom's school days and as a teacher, and now, Vidur's.

I remember, the older students would dress as teachers on Sept 5, while teachers conducted the school assembly programs. We'd run around giving our favorite teachers flowers and greeting cards. Some even went so far as to get them gifts. Vidur also went through all that, but now in high school, restricts it to personally wishing them. Moreover, this year, it is rather low key as they have their exams starting next Monday and still working at completing the syllabus for the exams.

My Mom would plan ahead about which saree to wear on this special day. Sometimes, we would get a new saree, and I would sit up late at night to stitch its fall (A saree fall is a length of matching fabric around 5 inches wide sown on to the bottom inside edge of the saree. It helps the saree "fall" well when draped. My grandma would keep telling us to go to bed but we'd stay awake late into the night. And be up the next morning, all bright and shiny, eager to get on with our respective days. Then later in the evening, Mom would come back from school and regale us with all the fun stuff and so would I. She as a teacher, and I as a student.

I actually shared one Teacher's Day with her back in 1983, when I worked with her in her school as a temporary teacher as one of her colleagues had to take three months off to prepare for, and write a series of exams. I was class teacher for the Upper KinderGarten class. What sweet kids! I wish I had had a camera those days! Those wonderful memories are all in my head to share with my Vidur, who loves storytime.

My Mom and I went to the same school - I studied at the same school as she did. Her teacher was my class teacher in Std. IV. This wonderful teacher, Mrs.Kumud, was also my Godmother and guardian later in life

Years later, after I got a job and life went on, I would still be eager to listen to school stories. Mom was quite the star at all her school events, and the natural choice as the compere. She had a glorious teaching career. Even after she had that terrible fall at school in 1995 she insisted on starting spoken English classes at home.

Today, I remember my Mom with love, respect and admiration. Because she is the best teacher in the whole world. Love you, Mom!


Devi - Best Teacher In the Whole World

(I thank heathergoldminc.com for this pretty picture)

From Wikipedia: About Teacher's Day in India
"It is the birthday [5 September 1888 ],of the second President of India, academic philosopher Dr. Sarvepalli Radhakrishnan. It is considered a "celebration" day, where teachers and students report to school as usual but the usual activities and classes are replaced by activities of celebration, thanks and remembrance. At some schools on this day, the responsibility of teaching is taken up by the senior students to show appreciation for their teachers."

Music for my soul

2011-08-27T13:18:00.000+05:30

I usually like to listen to music as I work. And of course, I have my set of favorites, thanks to YouTube and my own digital library. Today, I was looking for a particular song because it was occupying my head - and in the process, browsed through our Home Videos folder where we have various video clips of Vidur and Sury singing, some school programs, Vidur's solo performances and so on.

I had the urge to listen to all of them and I must say, I feel so blessed. It is very interesting to see the way Vidur's voice has been changing. For example, in one of the video clips where he's performing at his music school's annual function, in Sept 2009, his voice is like a bell and he's hitting high notes like a piece of cake. He's temporarily somewhat sad that right now, his voice would break if he hits a high note. Growing pains.But not for long, because it is a natural process for that voice to change.

The older videos - 2006 and so on are so endearing. Sadly, prior to that we only have photos and a few cassette recordings. But hey, my head is live with warm memories. Vidur is the kind of kid who'll instantly oblige when asked to sing. My Mom really loved that - and the two of them have spent countless wonderful moments, singing together, dancing together and learning new songs from each other.

Thank God for memories! They are such an instant "upper"!

VidurSury saying goodnight Jan 10, 2006

Goodbye

2011-08-26T09:51:00.002+05:30

With a friend almost due to deliver her baby last week, we had the brilliant idea of supplementing her baby-stuff with Vidur's stroller and baby bath tub, which, thanks to my Mom were neatly preserved, wrapped in plastic and a nine-yard saree, so it wouldn't have any moisture-related problems. When Vidur outgrew them we packed them off into the attic, to be forgotten for several years. The hassle with having so much storage space!

Well, apparently, as my Mom would say, "their name was written on it" by the celestial hand - a thing will go to someone who is meant to get it - that sort of thing. And so, in a trice, I retrieved it from the back of the attic and presented it to the friend. Feeling pretty good. Naturally, looking at it set off so many happy memories.

Goodbye, Pram!

My Mom chose the stroller. We, of course, bought it after Vidur was born. Blue and red were the colors available, but Mom would obviously choose red, since it was her favorite color. Until Vidur was about a year old, he enjoyed sitting, bouncing in the pram. Thing is, most of the time the front part was let down so he could swing his feet. Also, he grew fast - and it was a great idea only until he could walk. And then, he would only want to walk. We'd take the pram out with us, just in case he got tired, and wanted to be carried. If he got tired and wanted to be carried, chances were he'd sleep off and neither of us had the strength to trudge back home carrying a sleeping baby. Another exciting thing was - during our walks we had the tendency to shop - and found the pram useful that way. Trolley that we could wheel all the way home.

Those were lovely times. I have loads of pictures of those years. I should get around to scanning them. That potty underneath the pram was a big joke. We bought it because we thought it would be a good idea. However, Vidur had other ideas. He'd go off into peals of delightful laughter if we made him sit on it. He preferred to use the regular potty. It was so funny. This potty only served the purpose of him pointing out to it when he wanted to go. Then he would expect to be escorted to the real potty. We got a child-seat for it. He would sit on it and place his feet on a stool, because they didn't quite reach the ground.

What stories we would have reminisced about if Mom had been here now while giving the pram away!

Another Gokulashtami

2011-08-23T13:00:00.000+05:30

This is the second Gokulashtami without Mom. I don't know if festivals will ever be the same. So far, they've been rather low key. More than what we actually did on those days, it was the atmosphere and the exciting build up that my Mom was so good at, and made it seem more significant than it actually was.

She would plan for days before the festival. She would check the date and auspicious time several times. She would make a list of things we needed for the list of things we planned to do. And we would keep on talking about it. That's what I miss the most. Even the simplest things became such fun with all the teasing and joking.

Another Gokulashtami

Gokulashtami was especially fun, because it more or less kicks off the festival season for us, being closely followed by Ganesh Chaturti. For Gokulashtami, we made cheedai, thattai, sometimes thenkuzhal, but definitely vella cheedai and appam. Then we would offer milk, curd, butter, aval and vellam in the neivedhyam. My grandmother made her trademark rava laddus. Gulab Jamuns were staple items. And we would definitely make it a point to watch whatever Krishna movie the TV dished out, while we rolled the cheedais.

And for those of you who think I was driveling and have no idea what those words in italics are, here is a visual tutorial of the yummy stuff. Drool!

Gokulashtami specials

We would "put" rangoli at the entrance to our home and from there, leading to the puja room would be little baby steps drawn on the floor, to invite Sri Krishna in. When Vidur was not even a year old - in 1998, on Gokulashtami day, we dipped his feet in the rangoli mix and led him across the room for the perfect baby steps. He got up on his own, with support on August 4, 1998, with my Mom sitting nearby and marveling at the miracle. Every little thing he did was magic for her.

Oh, I wish she was here.

What's cooking?

2011-08-18T11:25:00.001+05:30

Besides spring onions, lots more. By the way, I don't know why I assumed that cutting spring onions will not make the eyes water as much as cutting actual onions. Obviously I was wrong. Eyes water while cutting both spring onions and the regular onions. And chewing gum while cutting onions does NOT make your eyes water less. I tried it.

But there's a much bigger tip there that my Mom once read somewhere and told me - how to get the smell of onion to disappear from your hands? Rub them against the side of a stainless steel surface. It really works. So - it also works to get various other smells off your hands :-). So steel has a one-up on soap and water, which are complementary.

I've been spending more time offline these days and sitting at the computer only to work. That mailbox can be such a distraction especially for an information junkie like me who wants to read everything at once. Screws up the focus big time, pretty badly. So I am trying to get some proper time management in, but it looks like it will take time. Also, have been busy meeting friends and spending time with them, and it has been such a wonderful couple of weeks. Like my Mom would say, what can be better than having the family you love, loving the work you do, and being enveloped in the warmth of friends you're fond of? Can't think of anything right now ;-)

Sadly, last week, our favorite star Shammi Kapoor passed away. We've been immersing ourselves in Shammi Kapoor songs whenever we could - all those evergreen hits - almost every song was one. And it is such a treat always to see his unique dancing style. C'est la vie. Of course, we're pretty sure he's dancing in heaven there - and Mom, don't forget to hi-five Shammi when you see him, okay? You might also learn a few moves from him to enhance all that dancing you did for Vidur :-) There is nostalgia, kicking in again.

It has been rather wet weather the last few days and although getting drenched in the rain is fun, well, the cleaning up afterwards is not so exciting when everything feels somewhat damp and dank. Then, there's the fun part watching the windows to see if the water is flowing in anywhere. Reminds me of that Text Book Press Colony pad where we had to literally channel out the water, thanks to Vinay's timely appearance and help! That was some experience! Then Raman, where the living room windows were like a waterfall until we had the beading replaced and sealed them. It was always funny how, each time Mom and I traveled by train, there would be some water puddle around. If not the rain, someone would spill or drop their water bottle. And I'd end up stacking our luggage on the top rack and sleeping with it.

Coffee time, folks.