• Lady in waiting

    Well I’m back to playing my favourite game – being the lady in waiting. This time I’m waiting for my guests to arrive – guests who are not guests because they are actually family. What started out as just a family dinner has turned out to be a real family dinner with Hubby dear and my siblings joining in with their spouses along with Anna Shetty and her better half.

    So without planning this has turned out to be a family dinner. Since this was an impromptu dinner of sorts I had to make a last minute dash to the market to add on more though I know that this will be a waste since every body eats just enough to fill their fists these days.

    The bell rings and I have to go……..hope its my family at the door!


  • Today is Dussera or Dasra (as I know it) a festival to mark the nine nights of worship to the mother goddess.These nine nights of worship are celebrated twice in a year, once in the earlier half and the other in the second half. It is this Navratri which comes at the end and is more well known and widely celebrated particularly the last day or the 10th Day which is known as Dasra.

    This original harvest festival is also known as a day when Good triumphs over Evil – the slaying of the demon Mahisasur by the mother goddess. Yesterday was a day spent in frantic preparation for today – I cleaned and dusted and swept the house with a passion and vigour that was lacking these past few months. As I dusted away the cobwebs, I could truly feel the resident evil in my house lifting and going away. After months of despair, I am sure that things will change for the better and that the evil spirits that had claimed my life will slowly disappear. 
    These nine days I have spent saying a special prayer for the Mother Goddess and this morning I truly got up at the crack of dawn and walked down to the temple nearby. It was strange but by 6.30 it was packed and I literally had to squeeze my way through.  In my part of the world men and women enjoy an equality unknown elsewhere in India but these days times are changing. With more and more people coming into the city, traditions are changing and we actually have separate queues for men and women – something simply unheard of when I was a child. However, since most people consider praying itself regressive, it would only be in keeping with this regressive mind set to segregate the worshippers into men and women. That did not stop me from keeping another tradition that is known only in my part of the world (circumambulating round the sanctum sanctorum. So refusing to be kept down by these men who hogged up half the temple, I excused myself and went to the back where I renewed my thanks before ploughing my way through the women in the other half and came away happy and truly blessed.
    On a personal front, Dasra as a festival, has always been tinged with sadness as I always remember my first miscarriage that I went through on this day. Even though it was just in the initial stages, I always wonder how my life would have turned out if that child had survived. And with the upheaval in my life this year,  I find the loss all the more poignant and more real……..

    But this evening Anna Shetty and her husband are coming home to celebrate and I’ve already finished boiling down litres of milk to make the divine caramelised Basundi that she loves. Sickeningly sweet and flavoured with saffron and cardamom, the little slivers of almonds add the crunch to this yummy sweet that she loves. Eaten chilled with the fattest of puris, nothing can be more divine!

    Sudha ben has just delivered her usual Dussera treat of hot jalebis and ganthia signifying the start of the festivities. So now I will trot off to the goldsmith to buy some golden Bauhinia leaves which I will present to Anna Shetty welcoming her into the world of married women.

    Happy Dasra all. May your ventures bear fruit and your wishes fulfilled! Good will always triumph over evil.

     

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  • This morning’s head lines screamed that Lance Armstrong was stripped of all his 7 Tour de France titles. It was only a repetition of what was playing on the ticker tape in last night’s TV news and the way it was being played, one would imagine there was a sense of glee that the poor man has been so publicly humiliated.

    I find this whole song and dance about Lance Armstrong and the stripping of his titles extremely silly. First of all a country that is built on competition, a culture that deems that the means justify the end and last of all with a public with very little moral values has no business to point fingers at a man who ultimately only reflected the society in which he was brought up.

    America is full of stories of saints who’ve had a past and how every sinner has an opportunity of becoming a saint, how human beings should forgive and forget, how people should learn to forget the past and look ahead, and last of all how every person who asks for forgiveness should be forgiven for his trespasses.

    With such a forgiving “culture”, I find it ridiculous that Lance Armstrong cannot be forgiven for “doping”. After all he did it for the larger good – to win the race and raise money for his charities. So what was wrong in that? He was only following his heart, realising his dream and working for a cause he believed in.

    So what’s wrong with telling lies?
    What’s wrong with running a scam?

    And most importantly, why not forgive him?

    The Lance Armstrong story only proves that cheaters never prosper. Liars, thieves, criminals, and cheaters , in fact any one who acts in an immoral way can NEVER justify his actions. The means can NEVER justify the end. And once a liar and a cheat – always a liar and a cheat.

    While I cannot forgive Lance Armstrong for winning unethically, I feel sorry for him because his behaviour was totally in keeping with the dictum ” All the world loves a winner” and as long as he won, he was the public’s darling.

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