• Give a little rope

    Thanks to the lull in the monsoon, last week Hubby Dear and I managed to go for a walk on Marine Drive, our favourite spot in the world.. Everybody it seems had the same idea because the sea front was filled with people just hanging out ; families strolling about, couples dawdling, children running around, people eating roasted bhutta and pinwheel sellers and tea sellers having a field day. I also saw some police men actually patrolling the seafront, walking around in groups and ineffectively swishing about their batons and chatting on their phones. There was also one police man who was actually patrolling the area on his bicycle! Yes, that amazed me no end but sadly I didn’t carry along my mobile phone to take a photo as I was scared the dark clouds overhead may just burst and either my phone would get we or I would get electrocuted in the faint chance of a thunder shower.

    However, half way down the promenade, I noticed a slack, yellow nylon rope tied sloppily on the line of trees along the promenade, making a barricade of sorts. Since the rope was hardly for half a kilometre, I wondered what it really was for? All through the walk I tried to imagine what it was meant to do……Finally, on the way back, unable to hold back my curiosity, I asked a policeman what it was for.

    “Oh that’s to keep back the crowds when there’s high tide.”

    “Oh! So is there going to be High Tide soon?”

    “No, not at all!”

    “Then why have you tied the rope?”

    “If there is High Tide then it will be useful.”

    “But what about the rest of the promenade? Or is this particular stretch more treacherous and dangerous?”

    The policeman looked quizzically at me, ” Of course not!”

    “Then why only so much?” I persisted

    “Because that’s all the rope we have.”

    I was shocked by this answer! If that is the extent of our preparedness for disaster management, I can imagine half of Bombay being washed away because the Mumbai Police have only 500 m of rope to make an effective barricade against the stormy sea!

    How prepared is your city for a disaster?

    Ciao,

  • If there is one thing I’ve learnt in this world it’s this: Most people have issues with their hair. Actually most people have issues with everything. Very few seem to be happy with what they are and what they have which is why there are so many Gurus giving so much advice about so many ‘issues’. With regard to hair, there are basically two issues

    • removing the hair that you don’t want
    • improving the hair that you do want

    Obviously hair has an important part to play in our anatomy or it wouldn’t have been there in the first place and would have fallen off like the tail man lost during the course of his evolution into Homo Sapiens. But equally obvious is the fact that every human is not happy with his hair: men love hair on their bodies while women don’t. The minute a baby girl is born the first cause for concern is the lack or otherwise of hair on her head and the lack or otherwise of hair on her body. Indian babies are subject to the traditional oil bath to improve the quality and quantity of hair on the head and are rubbed down with unguents to remove the fine hair on their bodies. Happy Hairless compares the different kinds of hair removal methods available in today’s market and pronounces depilation as by far the best, painless and most effective way to remove hair but I’d like to think that nothing can compare with the old fashioned lemon and sugar ‘wax’ that we made at home. I first learnt of this method when I’d spent one night at my friend N’s house. She had promised to teach me how to make ‘wax’ at home so we got up early before her pesky brother was awake and made our way into the kitchen. There she took three lemons and squeezed them into half a cup of sugar. We stirred the mixture in a thick aluminium pot till the sugar dissolved and the mixture started thickening. Then quickly taking the pot off the heat, we made our way into the bedroom where we powdered our legs and applied the thick wax with a butter knife. Then slap went a thick strip of cotton cloth which we yanked upwards to leave our legs smooth and hairless. This process was repeated month after month and year after year till finally now we have no hair to pull out! Admittedly, this has much to do with aging and the natural process of reduced hair growth rather than waxing. But while we don’t have hairy legs, we’ve developed hairy chins which means our battle with removing body hair is far from over yet!

    So while we have one obsession with removing hair, we have another with improving the quality of hair on our heads. I particularly had a head of thick, curly, unruly hair and was actually called Gollywog ( those days it was allowed) and I would spend hours pouring over articles on how to improve one’s hair .  I remember once coming out of my bedroom with my turbaned hair having a strangely rancid smell, much to the disgust of my dermatologist father who  firmly refused to believe that hair quality could be changed and was quite amused by my attempts at improving my hair. I sheepishly told him that I’d made a mixture of raw egg, beaten yoghurt and warm olive oil which I’d massaged into my scalp and then wound my head with a hot towel so that my hair would be soft, thick and silky. He gave me a withering look and said sarcastically that’ I’d forgotten to add the mustard seeds  ( tadka) alluding to the fact that all Indian food is tempered with mustard seeds that pop in hot oil! Over the years, I’ve tried all kinds of things to improve my hair – hot oil massages, henna treatment, Evian and Olive oil, washing with soap seeds ( reetha), changing my shampoo every month, changing my hair dresser and hair style every six weeks so that my thick and unruly hair would look well groomed. And now that my hair is soft,silky, thin and fly away am I happy? Naturally not! I would do anything to get back the lovely head of healthy hair of my left youth left behind .

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  • Today I realise that there are many things I have to be grateful for – the first among them being my table of plenty.The first among them being the ability to eat what I want when I want.   How lucky I am  to be able to eat what I want when I want ( yes despite my Government’s ban on beef my favourite meat). I am grateful not only for the ability to purchase what I want but also the fact that I can eat what I want because I don’t have any dietary restrictions because of health reasons. With most of my friends on the other side of fifty, there are several of us who have to change our eating habits either because of extra weight or because of other health issues.

    Thank you for the world so sweet,
    Thank you for the food we eat.
    Thank you for the birds that sing,
    Thank you God for everything.

    — Author Unknown

    It’s been a while since I’ve heard this prayer but last week  while I was attending my grandson’s orientation at Nursery school I was happy to hear it again. There’s a strange kind of comfort hearing these words recited in the singsong voice of the teacher, and it brought back a rush of memories – mainly of school when we had to say this prayer before lunch every day. Thanking God for what is on our table is not exactly the first thing that comes to mind when one is hungry but it is definitely on our minds when we burp our satisfaction. So today I am grateful for the chance to hear this prayer, reminding me of how lucky I am to go to school yet again!

    Taking care of my grandson is rewarding for me and helpful to my daughter. How lucky am I that I have the energy and capacity to take care of yet another generation in this world. I am way past the age of conventional motherhood but my grandson keeps me young and while most of my friends have creaky knees, I can still squat in a trice! The chance to meet other young mothers and watch another generation is not available to all – many grandmothers are long distance grannies while some women don’t have grand children at all!

    What I am most grateful for though this month, is the roof over my head. With the rains literally pouring down on us, I am lucky that I have a house that doesn’t leak. I am also happy that I don’t have to go out to work and can stay dry and comfortable while its raining outside. And today as I sit in front of the computer, I am grateful for the sun even if it is a bit weak and pale. While the rains have been welcome, the continuous drip this past week has left my clothes hanging on the wash line forever so I’m grateful indeed for this breather.
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    With all my friends chugging along towards old age, many of us have old parents to care for. Today I am grateful for my own parents who are (touch wood )in good health. Reliable help is hard to come by these days and looking after sick parents can be quite a back breaking job for children who are aging themselves.

    We’ve just passed the Summer Solstice and in some parts of the world the days just get longer and longer. At times like this I’m grateful indeed for living where I am – for days that are almost equally divided between darkness and light for the better part of the year .

    For these and many other things, I am indeed very grateful.

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