• A Spark of Madness

    February is my favourite month because it is my birthday month. Somehow this month makes me feel special and I actually feel a smile inside all of me every day of February.

    However, this year February was different. My cheery spirit took a beating with the Pandemic ( as it must have undoubtedly affected everyone) and the mild attack of CoVid last month left me exhausted for weeks afterwards. I was lucky, I found out later, because Omicron was a silent menace leaving many victims exhausted for months!

    Nonetheless, this February saw an unusually somber me, and I wanted to literally do NOTHING to celebrate this birthday.

    I was actually pondering visiting a wellness spa or doing a stint at the Vipasaana Centre. Somehow the thought of total silence for 3 days was daunting. And the Wellness Spa in the middle of nowhere and accessible by a rough and bumpy track of road didn’t appeal either.

    But thanks to my enterprising and enthusiastic daughters, I managed to have a delightful pre-birthday celebration.

    The girls had booked a place for the three of us at an industrial kitchen that was hosting an Asian pop-up that weekend.

    The adventure begins

    Mumbai is a city of contrasts. There are swanky new towers cheek by jowl with old buildings, poor people living a stone’s throw away from the rich and famous and cranes buzzing with construction activity next to abandoned projects.

    One thing for sure is a constant buzz, activity all hours of the day. So I was spooked out by the empty, dilapidated structures enveloped in darkness that we passed through on the wrong road to the venue. Of course this was partly due to the GPS’s ignorance of roads closed due to some activity ( upgradation of civic amenities. Construction of the Metro lines or just ‘repairing’ the road to finish off the funds before the new financial year begins in April) , and partly because of Anna Shetty’s incessant instructions to a nurse in the ICU.

    We were told to arrive by 7.45, a task that was always a challenge since we left at 7.15. But we soldiered on and after the entry into the ramshackle industrial estate, I wondered what kind of an event I had let myself in for.

    A Spark of madness

    It truly was a spark of madness I thought as I encountered an industrial kitchen for the first time in my life .

    Before I could get truly shocked we were welcomed by the chef for the evening.

    To celebrate the Chinese New Year, MagSt Kitchen had invited Simran Savlani author of ‘A Spark of Madness’ to introduce us to her eclectic pan Asian fare .

    Another surprise was in store for us when we discovered that the meal was entirely vegetarian! This was once again thanks to Anna Shetty who thought scallions were scallops and imagined the meal to be replete with exotic seafood!

    Luckily the exquisite taste of the food and the unusual gin based cocktails not to mention the wonderful ‘strangers’ at our table made this a birthday celebration I will never forget !

    Grateful thanks to my Dear Daughters for bringing the joy back in February.

    Ciao

  • We are finally a statistic !

    When the coronavirus first came to Mumbai we were really happy that it missed us. After all, it was an unknown entity and as far as we knew, it was another avatar of Yama, the Indian God of Death. Gruesome videos showing people dropping dead like flies in China, old people’s homes getting emptied out because of inmates dying and hourly newscasts broadcasting rising numbers did nothing to reassure us that a robust immune system and responsible behaviour were good enough to keep the virus at bay.

    Initially, we watched with horror as the Pandemic became the First Wave and then the Second.

    Our building society drew up an SOP that was followed strictly by all the residents. So during the first two waves, we smugly watched other buildings get sealed off while our building remained CoVid free. We not only had strict rules for residents and visitors but our managing committee even arranged for weekly visits from a reputed supermarket to ensure we got an uninterrupted supply of food and groceries. As a matter of fact, most people began ordering in takeaways from homegrown chefs and favourite restaurants which did home deliveries.

    In fact, the first-ever family to get CoVid were offered support from the entire building yet when they came out of quarantine they were looked upon with gazes ranging from judgemental, fear, and might I say it, pity and disdain? But we were one of the few building societies that managed to keep the building unsealed for the entire pandemic.

    These measures as well as the vaccines helped reassure us that we would be one of the few people worldwide to go through the entire pandemic without succumbing to the virus.

    Six at one blow

    Alas, when one year became two, we imagined that the virus would be around forever morphing and mutating from Alpha to Zeta and all the alphabets in between. And, everyone we knew was getting it!

    And finally, when we thought the virus would turn its nose up at us, we were finally struck and we heaved a sigh of relief. No longer would we be stigmatised by being the only ones in Mumbai untouched by the virus. We finally became a statistic and ONE of the many millions of families worldwide who suffered from CoVid albeit the milder variant (OMICRON) and almost at the fag end of the pandemic.

    Ironically, we had just a week to go before our Booster doses were due but Ms.Papaya came home with weird symptoms of a body ache, a tummy ache, and a mild fever. Something in her look convinced me that something was amiss and even though she didn’t exhibit typical signs of CoVid we did a home test ad discovered it to be positive.

    I tested everyone at home then and found that all of us were sailing in the same boat. Surprisingly, I was relieved because it meant that all of us could be isolated and quarantined in our own home, looking after each other in the process, and getting over and done with it at one go.

    The OMICRON variant was mild and within 3 days we were all back on our feet.

    And with us developing anti-bodies on our own, we were now free to roam around without fear of getting sick.

    Did any of you get sick this month?

    Ciao

  • SMILE: #Word Of The Year 2022

    I don’t know who started this tradition of choosing a word for the year and what its purpose is. Presumably, it is your North Star during the year that guides you through the ups and downs.

    In 2021 I chose Embrace, in 2020 I chose Refresh in 2019 the word was Calm.

    But today, as I think about the word I would like to choose for the coming year, I would like to choose #SMILE.

    Does it sound weird? Whimsical? Frivolous?

    Well, let me explain that SMILE for me is a very special word.

    You may call me vain but I feel my smile is my best feature.

    And for many years, I was a reluctant smiler because my two front teeth were discoloured and ugly.

    But finally today, after six months of treatment, I can finally flash my smile with confidence and joy.

    So, for 2022, my #WOTY is #SMILE.

    I would like to smile each day in the hope that it brings me joy. I would like to smile in the hope it brings me peace. I would like to smile in the hope that it brings me good health.

    Besides, when you smile, the world does smile with you.

    Have you been choosing a WOTY? What is your word for 2022?

    Ciao,

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