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    It seems like yesterday when I spoke to my mum. But today it’s been a year since we last spoke.

    Every morning at seven, we’d make that call while she walked outside her house. We spoke of many things- important and not so important. We spoke of things that happened long ago, of people whom we loved and hated and who sadly are no more.

    We made plans to visit far-off places, exchanged recipes, anecdotes that made us laugh and shared our grievances and sorrows.

    She was my therapist, my go-to person for times when I was lost.

    But she also got my goat at times and made me feel so bad, so useless, so unworthy and so sad.

    Yet, I spoke to her almost every day because most times I’d feel happy that we had connected.

    My children called me weird and said

    I should never have left her side if I couldn’t bear to be away from her.

    But how do I explain to them that talking to her didn’t mean I loved them any less, and visiting her didn’t mean I wanted to run away from them.

    They are my children, like I was hers, that no one can deny.

    How do I explain to them, that when I look into the mirror and smile, I see her smile back at me? I see her wrinkled hands in mine,

    When I smear my face with magic lotions or smack my lips together to set the lipstick, when I preen in all my finery, I see her look of pride.

    I can’t forget the times we shared, memories of baking cakes and decorating them with icing stars Or coming home from school and finding a new handstitched dress with flounces, bows and ribbons.

    When I say something illogical like eat your beans they’ll make you tall, I kick myself for spouting out her homilies.

    She loved to argue and to talk and be the sun in every room.

    But she also worked like a dog and could chase away all gloom. Her lovely smile and positive attitude, her zest for life, helped overcome all difficulties great and small.

    Last year she developed a brain tumour and decided to let things be. Like a river, she wanted to flow and enjoy the days that were meant to be.

    Day by day, her strength diminished, yet her spirit did remained strong. She woke up every morning with the conviction that it was going to be the best day of her life.

    When friends and family came to visit, she would be chattering away. At times she spoke a load of rubbish, her head muddled up with thoughts. But when her mind was very lucid, she shocked me with her memory.

    I miss you mum. It’s been one whole year since I spoke to you. And soon it will be two, three and more.

    And then one day, you’ll call my name and speak to me like your mother did to you last year.

    Ciao,

  • Today is World Environment Day. It was first held in 1973, and it has been a global platform with over 143 countries organising various programmes to make us aware of environmental problems.

    But for all the noise that has been generated over the past 52 years celebrating World Environment day on 5th June and marking World Earth Day on April 22nd ( first celebrated in 1970), nothing really seems to have changed.

    My visit to Meghalaya in October 2021 was disappointing, with mountains shorn to make way for roads and also to exploit natural resources like Limestone and believe it or not sand!

    The famed waterfalls were mere trickles.

    In Mumbai itself, we’ve had a major landslide down the road, flash floods and this year, unseasonal rains that brought the city to a standstill.

    Once known for its even temperature year round, last year we needed a fan and air conditioning even in our so-called Mumbai winter.

    This year, the summer temperatures shot up to the 40s, something we had never ever heard of.

    People still use plastic, and thermocol is still used in packaging. In fact, the Municipality has refused to collect thermacol waste and non-biodegradable waste from building sites and societies without providing an alternate way of getting rid of this waste.

    Electric cars may save fossil fuel, but what about the other waste they create??

    Thanks to social media and the increase in people’s aspirations, more people are travelling than they ever did before. With plane routes making formerly inaccessible places accessible, anyone can go to Finland to see the Northern Lights or sail to the Galapagos Islands to see the exotic flora and fauna.

    What do all these conferences do?

    This year WED is being hosted by South Korea. Over 1300 delegates from 20 countries will participate. The theme is to stop plastic pollution.

    But consider how many people will be flying around to and from Jeju Island? What about all the waste that the conference will generate? Traffic? Food and water wastage? Badges and lanyards for the attendees?

    And, at the end of it all, we will still use plastic to pack our goods, we will still carry disposable bottles and still generate more harmful waste.

    Which brings me back to my original question

    IS IT TOO LATE TO SAVE THE PLANET?

    Ciao

  • The “F” word

    The “F” word

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    F says phuh phuh phuh for FISH is how we were taught how to pronounce the sixth letter of the English alphabet.

    We learnt many other words than fish that began with F, such as fantastic, fabulous, and fervent (you can look up the dictionary for more!), but there is nothing quite shocking about using the F Word. I remember the first time my Little People were taught to use the dictionary; they first looked up the F word. And whether they understood what the explanation was, I never asked, but they definitely felt that they had crossed the Rubicon and figured out what the adults meant when they used the F word.

    This reminded me of the days when Prima Donna and Anna Shetty were themselves little people; the cousins had got together for their summer holidays. The kids were all talking among themselves when Hubby Dear came into the room and asked if any of them knew what the “F’ Word was. All of them were shocked at this question. They didn’t know whether they were supposed to say yes or no. They all giggled in embarrassment and glanced at one another, wondering what to do.

    The littlest of them, who was all of 4 and hadn’t yet learned subtlety, put up his hand and shouted F*** while the others let their jaws drop in admiration, shock, and awe. Hubby Dear was not surprised. In fact, he was vindicated in telling us that the kids knew more than we thought they really did.

    “F” word for the new age

    Unfortunately, F*** has become the only forbidden word associated with the letter F. However, several other words beginning with this letter are now equally taboo. FAT, for instance, is associated more with body shaming than a cooking medium. Calling a person FAT can lead to a lawsuit, especially when the term is used to describe a woman (and more so by a MAN).

    Another “F” word that has gained notoriety as undesirable or unpopular is FOOD. It’s a shame how no one eats FOOD anymore. Indeed, they eat carbohydrates, proteins, vitamins, micro nutrients, minerals , fibre and of course the forbidden word F A Ts.

    Whatever happened to good old fashioned meals where one ate real food like potatoes, vegetables, fruit and meat. Where one drank water that was plain water and not water that was alkaline or acidic?

    Well, for FEAR of finding more F words that are unsuitable for use in polite society, I will stop looking for them.

    to end with

    Yesterday I saw a delightful movie, “Wicked Little Letters”, on Netflix. a movie set in the early 1900s in post-war Britain. Rose, a pretty, young widow, is accused of sending hateful, poisonous pen letters to her neighbour Gradually, everyone in the village receives such letters and ultimately the case catches the attention of the entire nation. Based on a true story that actually happened in the seaside town of Littlehampton, the language used makes the “F” word pale in comparison. With brilliant acting by Olivia Colman as the spinster neighbour and Jessie Buckley as Rose, this movie is definitely worth watching.

    Ciao,

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