• What’s with Secret Santa

    What’s with Secret Santa

    In pre-Independence India, Santa Claus was known as Father Christmas. He was largely unknown to the vast majority of the Indian population, save the Christians and the Anglicised Indians who worked in the civil service, military or British companies.

    I first met Santa Claus was as a four year old in a department store in Lagos, Nigeria. I was scared out of my wits. I couldn’t understand why I had to sit on the lap of a large man with a white beard who rang a bell and ho-ho-hed to all.

    Fast forward to the 80’s.

    By now Christmas and Santa were pretty much part of my life as was Easter and Michaelmas, having studied in a Protestant missionary school. and grown up as a Military brat. We had already learned not to eat meat on Fridays during Lent. We knew that dried fruit had to be soaked months in advance for a really rummy Christmas Cake. All the while remaining Hindu.

    But there were still parts of India for whom Santa Claus remained unknown.

    Around thirty years ago, we were visiting the town of Shahjahanpur in UP during the Christmas season. The girls were bristling at the thought of missing the Christmas party at the Club. But they were excited at the thought of spending time in the rambling General Manager’s bungalow where their grandparents lived.

    In order that they don’t miss out on their presents from Santa, their grandfather had promised them some Christmas fun.

    “Let’s organise a visit from Santa for all the children in the colony,” he suggested. Cousin P and Prima Donna were to dress up as reindeer , Anna Shetty was the elf. Behind them marched the old watchman dressed up as Santa.

    At ten in the morning, all the workers’ children were brought into the compound and seated in the verandah. Out came Santa and in his ‘sleigh’ pulled by the reindeer who were singing ‘Jingle Bells’. Poor Santa and the children were clueless about what they were meant to do. Seeing their lacklustre reaction Zainuddin, the cook, (who was tasked with making nankhatai for the kids) roused them from their stupor commanding the children to clap.

    “Taali bajao! Taali bajao” he exhorted. “Santa Claus aaye hain!” and the children clapped obediently.

    The reindeer and elf were quite disheartened with this response.

    And NOw

    Today, the internet is all abuzz with Christmas Sales. It is amazing how Santa and Christmas have become part of the Indian festive scene. Children go to multiple Christmas with the sole aim of getting a present from Santa. Surprisingly, they don’t question the anomaly of multiple Santas who bring gifts they hadn’t even asked for!

    However, what is truly remarkable is the Secret Santa phenomenon that has captured everyone’s imagination. Particularly in offices. Especially in offices, there is a cap on the cost of the gift in order not to burden anyone. This makes it hard for the Secret Santa. What gift can he give without him looking like the Grinch?

    Luckily, Instagram has lent a helping hand with the most absurd things touted as ‘The Perfect Secret Santa’ gift.

    Last week, Prima Donna came home from an office do with a box that looked decidedly Christmassy.

    It was marketed as the Polar Express and couldn’t get any Christmassier.

    Expecting chocolates, I was dumbstruck when we found a foot soak? Some incense sticks? A gingerbread man candle? I mean, this company, Phool, made one a total fool by passing off their regular scented candles as ‘Christmas goodies.

    Today, a manufacturer of orthopaedic accessories touted their products as the perfect ‘secret Santa’ gift.

    Isn’t that a bit too much? Tomorrow, one can gift anything, as ridiculous as a garden tool, as a Secret Santa gift!

    What do you think?

    Let me know in the comments.

    Ciao

  • tiny steps make sweeping changes

    Whether we like it or not, Mumbai is getting dirtier by the year. Our city’s infrastructure cannot keep up with the rapidly growing population. Recently, the unpredictable monsoon patterns have also turned parts of our city totally unlivable. And finding a place of peace and quiet is getting more difficult in the busy metropolis. Mumbai’s open spaces are few and far between, its community areas diminishing in both number and size.

    Long before this problem reached such proportions, one person foresaw this. That person was Begum Zehra Ali Yavar Jung. She was the wife of Nawab Ali Yavar Jung, the erstwhile Governor of Mumbai.

    She conceptualised the not-for-profit National Society for Clean Cities -India because she believed that clean cities are the basic right of its citizens. The organization was set up in 1972. Several Mumbai philanthropists and luminaries helped along the way.

    The idea behind this organisation was simple. The responsibility lies with local authorities to provide and maintain a clean environment. It’s equally important for citizens to play their part in helping keep the city clean.

    Quite simply, young children who are like sponges, adopt and accept concepts more readily than their parents or elders. Thus, by making children agents of change, eventually, the dream of making all cities clean will be realised. It will take time. For changes to become habits and finally deep-rooted values, one needs to have patience.

    The Children’s Complex was built on a plot of land at Kherwadi. It was designed by the renowned architect Iftikhar Kadri. With its clean and green surroundings, an immaculately maintained garden, and a well-kept kitchen plot, it is truly a blessing.

    And I was lucky enough to be invited to its Open House in mid-November this year.

    The Open House

    Not knowing how long it would take us to get there, my friend J and I left early. Too early, we realised when we got out and literally bumped into the current President Mrs. Hasmina Khan, and her team of trustees and officials. They had just emerged from the dispensary on the premises which provides basic healthcare for children and adults.

    After brief introductions, she led us into the premises, where we were greeted by the happy smiles of the preschoolers. The little ones sat cross-legged on mats. They were totally engaged in classroom activities. As we entered, they shyly looked up from their work. We tried our best not to disturb them.

    We went past the sewing room. where the neighbourhood women come in for sewing lessons in the afternoon. This gives them some extra income as well as a new skill. Then, we went up to the first floor to see the library cum Computer room.

    We peeped into the senior classes and then went downstairs. There, we were officially welcomed by the school choir’s rousing rendition of ‘Sare Jahan se Accha’ and ‘Hum Honge Kamiyab’. It would require a heart of steel not to get moved by their sweet voices and unbridled enthusiasm.

    We also got to see handicrafts and paintings of extraordinary talent. These artworks are made by older children and are often sent to various competitions. They have had great success in overseas art competitions, too!

    A community Centre beyond ABC

    Entry into the Balwadi or pre-primary program is highly coveted. It almost always ensures admission to the local neighbourhood schools. With a free mid-day meal provided, mothers have peace of mind. They can go about their work, knowing their children are in a safe and nurturing environment.

    Apart from providing basic education to pre-primary students, the complex also offers computer classes. These classes are open to anyone in the neighbourhood keen on learning computer skills.

    In the afternoons, this space is used for remedial learning. Specialists in learning disabilities help children who are struggling with schoolwork in regular schools. This is a great boon for those children who otherwise would have dropped out of the school system.

    Children living in the nearby slums are given an opportunity to learn. They can enjoy a clean and safe space. This provides them with a chance at a happy childhood for at least a few hours in the day.

    Sewing classes, Beauty & Make-up classes offer opportunities for women to excel. Cookery contests judged by five star chefs also give them a chance to shine. A place where they can express themselves and discover their creative side.

    The residents of Kherwadi and its environs are indeed lucky. They have a safe and clean space to call their very own.

    A place, where one of its alumni who is now working in Bombay Umiversity said, “A place where dreams come true “

    Around 400 children, young adults, and women use the facilities. That’s a lot of people who get to see and use the space! So, it is only logical to expect that subtly, the message of cleanliness gets across

    This may seem like a drop in the ocean. But like a ripple, we hope that it spreads far and wide. And one day, the dream of a clean city will be a reality.

    Ciao,

  • 63 Wives in a graveyard

    63 Wives in a graveyard

    Soon after breakfast, we set off to see the Saat Kabar or 60 graves. In actual fact, there are 63 graves. 63 graves of the wives of Afzal Khan, a general of the Bijapur Sultanate who was tasked to kill the Maratha leader Shivaji. Before he left to meet Shivaji at Pratapgargh, Afzal Khan had a premonition that he would die in battle. He decided to kill his wives, all 64 of them, so that they wouldn’t marry anyone else upon his death. The unsuspecting women were killed and buried in what is now known as Saat Kabar. But there are only 63 women buried here. The 64th wife managed to escape and run away but she was tracked down and killed too.

    be Once upon a time this graveyard was on the outskirts of the town but now with expansion, this historic site is almost part of the city.

    It is not very easily accessible though it is very well cordoned off by the ASI. But apart from the mandatory sign warning people not to desecrate the site.

    We had actually wanted to visit the graveyard the evening before but one of us who had visited the graveyard during an earlier visit said that seeing it in the fading light was a bad idea. Badly maintained and with poor access, it was a haunting and spooky sight. So we saw it in broad daylight.

    It still was scary though, and deeply disturbing to see the graves lying unattended.

    Onward to Solapur

    On the way to Solapur we came across some sugar cane farmers who were protesting against sugar prices.

    The three hours went by really fast as our tour leader ( my sister-in law) organised a quiz for all of us.At Solapur we had a leisurely lunch which we had at Priti Dining Home. Once again, it was a simple, unpretentious place, where we had local food.

    We had a sweet peanut and jaggery filled chapati, ( shenga poli) a bhel like dish called Sushila, as we were intrigued by the name, some puri bhaji and sabudana wadas.

    it had a heap of signs aoniahing people not to share a thali, to keep the toilet clean etc.

    We had a quick meal of some typical local dishes and set of for the stationtk catch the train home.

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