• Soosidal Thoughts

    This week has been a pretty hectic week . It has also been a very sordid week with a spate of  “Soosides” hitting the headlines just as bodies were hitting the water off the Worli Bandra Sea Link . This gorgeous bridge which is the pride of Mumbai has witnessed a new phenomenon – people jumping off to meet a watery end. Earlier this week we had a business man’s body come ashore at Dadar’s beach after he jumped off while later on this week he was joined by another hapless citizen . 

    It’s MY life to do as I please

    What drives people to do such things? A small nick is painful enough  and the thought of killing yourself is even more so. Yet there are hundreds of people, young and old, hale and hearty who are driven to this last stop in life. Late last night Arnav Goswami was discussing the suicide of a young  airhostess who was allegedly driven to suicide thanks to her misalliance with a Haryana Minister. While I do feel sorry for the young girl surely she was not unaware of the risks involved of dealing with a married man, a Minister and a person from Haryana? Without meaning to be jingoistic or racial, it is unfortunate that a profile like this is only courting disaster. Yet, I am sure this girl like the two other  persons were well aware of what they were doing, were aware of the consequences of their action both pre and post suicide and would have told any counsellor or advisor ” Lay off man! I know what I’m doing! It’s my life and I want to live it my way!” Unfortunately they chose to end it their way which is not really acceptable in any society.

    Can life really be so hopeless?

    Surprisingly, the answer is Yes .

    We all of us come into the world alone and go alone but along the way we meet a hundred souls. These people come into our lives to help us, teach us, nurture us and stimulate us. They also drive us to distraction with their impossible demands, the erratic ways and their eccentricities. They drive us to despair with their unreasonable, abusive and impossible behaviour. There are also situations like terminal illness, mental instability, depression or sheer loneliness that can fuel feelings of  being inadequate, non-useful and unappreciated and unloved.

    Urbanisation with its emphasis on individuality and finding oneself often leaves you alone in a crowded room. However much people may deny it, the family is a sobering influence and  people who are disconnected from their families either physically or mentally face this disconnect from life even more. Eventually we all come with our own destinies and our own Karmic Stories which we have to live out . But at the same time we should remember the immortal words :

    No Man Is An IslandNo man is an island,
    Entire of itself.
    Each is a piece of the continent,
    A part of the main.
    If a clod be washed away by the sea,
    Europe is the less.
    As well as if a promontory were.
    As well as if a manor of thine own
    Or of thine friend’s were.
    Each man’s death diminishes me,
    For I am involved in mankind.
    Therefore, send not to know
    For whom the bell tolls,
    It tolls for thee.
    John Donne

    Our actions cannot be seen in isolation. 
    We create ripples as we go. 
    Our lives are not our own  to lead 
    The way we simply want to. 
    There are people who made us what we are and those who helped us on our way.
    How can we forget what we owe them?
    Our responsibilities? Our duties? Our gratitude? 
    For all those misguided souls who think otherwise and those poor people who took their lives –

    May you find the peace you sought in death what you so desperately could not find in life.




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  • The times are bad till August the 5th. 

    With this dire prediction by Hubby Dear, I was relatively calm while working from morning till night the whole of last week. Even though we don’t have any cows to milk or fields to plough, I have always got up before the crack of dawn – sometimes because I’ve completed more than the requisite 8 hours of sleep, at other times because I’ve spent a fitful night tossing and turning.  So while it was no surprise that I got up every morning. what was surprising was that I actually went through my day with as beatific a smile as I could manage while I made cups of tea, chopped vegetables, washed dishes, dusted tables, typed letters, shopped for groceries, contorted my body in Yogic poses, said my prayers, read a book and waited – waited for the Ion Exchange man to clean and fix the water filter,
    waited for the washing machine mechanic to see the machine,
    then waited for the delivery man to deliver the new machine and finally
    waited for the mechanic to install the machine
    and now waiting for the first wash in four days to finish!

    On the 5th itself things started getting better with Pushpa actually volunteering to cook a whole meal!!! This was a great relief especially since I was returning home after a long day………

    Then on the 5th evening, the new washing machine was delivered……….

    Today the new machine was fitted and my clothes are being washed………..

    And the icing on the cake – Bayda the Bai has just stepped in triumphant after a short visit to her village. She has come back with a pile of new cotton sarees and gaudy brocade blouses. Luckily she has also come back with a broad, happy smile so perhaps good days are here again.

    Cleaning out Bad Karma

    Boxes with lids
    Boxes without lids
    Time and time again, I’ve noticed that whenever things go bad, the only thing that soothes the nerves and cleans out bad karma is tidying cupboard and dusting shelves. Washing clothes and dishes helps too! And this morning while looking for suitable boxes to pack Hubby Dear’s lunch in, I was astounded to find an assortment of boxes and lids. So I made them into two piles. One with lids and one without. What amazed me was that the boxes without lids were the expensive store bought ones, specially picked out to keep food fresh while the ones with lids were the freebies which came with the cheese or take away containers!!!

    The bottom line is  –  things on which you spend a lot of money are bound to get lost and ruined while the freebies  stay on  forever…………….

    Workshop on Saturday 29th

    On the last Saturday of July I attended a wonderful workshop conducted by BlogAdda a directory of Indian Blogs. This was my first experience of meeting other bloggers . Blog Adda actually had a food workshop at  Fat Cat  a restaurant and bar in far away Andheri. I was apprehensive about the weather but luckily it held and I could make it to Andheri for an enjoyable morning watching Michael Swamy ( who for some strange reason I imagined to be British!!) de-mystify cordon bleu cooking and sharing his tips on food blogging and food photography. If the morning’s edutainment was anything to go by, I can’t wait to get my hands on a copy of his book ” The East Indian Kitchen”. Finally after all these years, I will be able to identify what those tantalising smells coming from Aunty Marie’s kitchen were.
    It was a wonderful morning, well organised, educative and fun. It was rounded off with a yummy vegetarian spread and if this was just a taste of what a Fat Cat could produce, I would happily recommend the long trek to this restaurant from any part of town.

    Be Silent

    I am not one for remembering jokes much less re-telling them. But sitting in front of my computer and typing away with the gentle hum of my new machine in the background, I am reminded of a joke I first heard all those years ago while  the mesmerising aroma of Aunty Marie’s pork vindaloo vied for my olfactory attention which was being smothered by the varan,bhaat, toop of my grandma’s kitchen. 
    It goes like this : Once a Sardarji who was watching an airshow saw a plane fly overhead and began shouting ” Boeing , Boeing , Boeing.” So Pandit Nehru who was sitting next to him said ” Be silent, silly man”. So the Sardarji went “Oing, Oing Oing”

    I just can’t get over  the joy of this super silent Siemens washing machine!!! And to think I was taken for a ride all these years by the IFB machine which not only made a ear splitting noise, it bounced all over the place and ran on for as long as it wanted. 

    Which brings me back to my original premise : bad times never last and when they end, they only herald the good. 
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    Nappies & More

    The strangest things are often a catalyst for change. I would have never imagined that washing two dozen nappies every day would change the way my house was run. 

    When Anna Shetty was born my mother gifted me with a washing machine. In those days washing machines were almost unknown in the Indian market and Hubby dear thought it a complete indulgence.
    “What will the Bai do?” he asked. That was in the days when we had three live in servants, one exclusively for the children, one only for the kitchen and one just floating around. We also had a driver who did odds and ends apart from driving the car, a dhobi who took the clothes for ironing, a grocer who home delivered the food, a meat man who brought the meat to the door and even a fruitwalla who delivered at home. So in a way Hubby Dear  was not wrong in deeming the washing machine superfluous. But mothers being mothers have other ideas and since Anna Shetty was born in the monsoons in the days of cotton nappies, my mother had visions of me drowning in copious quantities of white cloth nappies and thought that a washing machine was the best option for whiter than white and cleaner than clean nappies ergo a baby who slept peacefully without fear of nappy rash.

    Since that day, the washing machine has been an integral part of my house, which is why when we outgrew the nappies and around ten years later, we just had to buy another machine to replace the trusty twin tub Sharp that had seen the girls grow out of primary school. I loved my first washing  machine which had a nice comforting hum to it as it buzzed through the spin dry cycle leaving my clothes clean and soft and felt quite intimidated by the thought of replacing it especially since by this time, washing machines had invaded Indian homes. With help to wash clothes  getting rare, there was an initial demand for a washing machine but the choice was still limited when  I went to the market and bought a Front loading IFB T 2900 DX –  very basic and good. The after sales service was impeccable and my clothes came out whiter than white for over 15 years , with the machine being run for as much as three wash loads a day! But that was when the children were home and our house was filled with guests and we entertained on a regular basis.

    For the past four years though, I felt I needed to upgrade my machine especially since the breakdowns became more frequent and more major. However, every time I wanted to buy a new one,  I would fall for the argument put forth by the service engineer who came to repair the fault that my machine was really very good and that the new ones were flimsy. I bought this story for a while, albeit reluctantly  especially since the last time , when I had to shell out a good Rs.6000 for repairs. Finally, when the same part which was replaced broke down last week ( within only 3 months  of fixing it) I thought enough was really enough. It also dawned on me that I had been made a sucker by going in for the Annual Maintenance Contract for over 10 years, which meant that I had literally paid for a new machine over time!

    Buying online?

    Being completely hooked on to the net ( another life changing intervention) , I decided to surf around for a good buy. I had heard that Flipkart was a great way to shop and that one of the advantages of buying online was getting a substantial discount. But Hubby Dear being still very traditional wanted to actually see what he was getting so after an extensive research on the net, we went to Croma  at Phoenix Mills to make our purchase.

    Which machine to buy? 

    Sometimes a lack of choice is a good thing because the only options available are This Or Nothing. Fortunately or unfortunately ( depending on which way you see it) the markets today are flooded with a variety of options. But also fortunately, the options are often narrowed down by personal likes and dislikes.

    Front or Top Loading? 

    For someone like me who finds most machines over half my height, the top loading is not a great option – I am almost in the machine myself when I am pulling out the last garment.

    Single tub or twin?

    You just can’t beat the convenience of a single tub : it completely eliminates one task of loading the wet clothes into the spin dryer so why go in for a twin tub?

    The size?

    The capacity of the washing machine is determined by the wash load – a regular family of four can easily manage with 6-7 kg. but for those with large families even an 8 kg capacity is not enough. Those who like segregating washes will find a 5 kg one perfect to run three different wash loads a day.

    The Brand?

    Now this is the most important aspect of selecting a washing machine. With so many new companies with new products with fancy features this becomes a major task more so since our  dealers do not allow a demonstration. We have no option but to rely on the sales person who very often are quite ignorant of the actual operation of the machine and largely rely on their wits to answer queries. But we have quite a simplified system – Anything that is manufactured in China is automatically out as is anything manufactured in North India. So this automatically eliminated Haier and Whirlpool and Electrolux. Anything manufactured by Videocon and Godrej (we had an awful experience with a Godrej refrigerator once – something that scarred us for life!) so that left us with Samsung, Bosch, Siemens or IFB.

    I was pretty keen on the Bosch but since the price difference between Siemens was only one rupee and going by the salesman’s advice that Bosch is serviced by Siemens, we went in for a Siemens. I didn’t go back to IFB because the service engineers swore that the newer models were not a patch on the old ones.

    The Dealer?

    This is a very important consideration. I have had a pretty bad experience with Vijay Sales one of the leading  distributors of domestic appliances in Mumbai who gypped me with a bad  DVD when it was new to the market . So now we go to Croma which has a strong comfort feel.

    The Cost?

    The cost doesn’t really matter because you obviously will cut your coat according to your cloth.

    BUT

    Caveat Emptor

    As with all purchases, the buyer has to be truly aware of what he is going in for. The Annual Maintenance Contract of every company is the biggest scam on this planet. No engineers come every quarter to service the machine – they only call when it is time to renew the contract. No parts are truly within guarantee- the part that you need is always the one that is not covered by the guarantee. There is a subtle difference between a Warranty and a Guarantee  but that doesn’t really matter because whatever it is, it is never the fault of the manufacturer. 

    Lastly never go by the advice of a service engineer who comes to repair your machine – He has hardly seen the front door of a trade school and is only as competent as his polyester trousers: flimsy and transient.

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