Thursday, January 10, 2013

For Gapa

What happened?

Standing outside his house, my grandfather noticed a fruit cart that set up shop near our house gates. A young man on a scooter, after drinking his tender coconut at the fruit seller, threw it towards the front of the house. My grandfather got annoyed and asked him not to throw rubbish outside our house. An argument erupted and my grandfather raised his hand and this stranger pushed him. My grandfather fell, and this man quickly got on his scooter and left. Thus began my grandfather's spiral of illness.

On Wednesday, December 19th he was admitted into Pushpagiri Hospital with a clot in his brain due to his fall. The doctors recommended that we NOT do a 4-hour cranial surgery as he would not be able to survive or recover from it. They were eventually able to localise the clot and conducted a keyhole surgery and scooped out the clot completely. Sadly, this exacerbated his weak lungs and had to be put on ventilator. They took him off ventilator on Friday, January 4th.

My dear darling grandfather, Mr. V.C. Thomas, passed away at 12.10pm on January 5th, 2013 in Pushpagiri Hospital, Thiruvalla, Kerala. His funeral was on January 8th and he was buried in his home town, Kalupara.

Here is a poem I had written for my dear Gapa. I wrote it to help gather all my thoughts, memories and love in one succinct piece of writing. This is not just my tribute to him, but a tribute to all the lives he had touched as well. 




To hear him tell one more tale of yesteryear,
Of Navy days, Aden, Gama and his banking career.

With the gift of the gab he could make any one laugh,
His quips, quick wit, and even repartee with his better half.

He could carry a tune with ease and pitch perfection,
Singing You Are My Sunshine and So Ja Rajkumari, all he needed was a brass section.

He has carried all his kids and grandkids with those strong, sturdy hands,
They’ve even carried a punch, carved wood and fixed door jams.

I remember him always standing upright and proud,
Commanding in his presence, without being too loud.

Woodwork became his passion,
And I would always sweep his workshop in a timely fashion.

To watch as he works his sandpaper across a new cane,
Or watching him measure a brand new frame.

Brut was always his distinct smell,
He would even spray it on his dear Mademoiselle.

With a strong will, he was honest and just,
Raising his darling three as a good father must.

We really missed you this Christmas,
But honestly, we are going to miss you our whole lifetime after this.

Fighting the good fight till thus far,
It gives me pride and love to know he was my grandpa.

Thursday, September 22, 2011

Sloth No More....Blog Again.

It has been a very long time since I last blogged, and I really miss writing. 
Why did I stop? 
Is it because of the standard excuse? - I AM TOO BUSY.
I am realising I say that a lot. Why am I so busy?
I don't want to be busy. I want to be free.
But freedom costs. For all of us that work for the man, corporate drones its called Loss of Pay.

But I will make free time, to speak, to communicate, and put my random thoughts out there, rather than let them stew in my head. 
I Will Blog. Again. Part Deux.

Saturday, April 09, 2011

Madiwala, Punjabi, Tequila, Pecos, and Bombay Circus...

Pongal consisted of a spontaneous trip to Bangalore. Do you ever get the itch, that feeling where you just want to get away. Go somewhere, anywhere and just do something, even if it is nothing. Well I did.
Supremely jealous that cousin Tara was off to Bangalore, I wanted to pop off the the Karnataka city too! So asked the boss if I could leave early on Pongal Saturday, booked my bus to and fro and I went.

After 6 hours of I was at a going away party for a guy called Punjabi with characters called Denver, Chika, Druhi, Ruby, Chunky, and the biggest character - My cousin Siddarth! Lubricated with Tequila, alcohol and hoka...fun, dancing and banter ensued!

4:30am - passed out
9:00am-woke up. went to Ruby aunty's
I was fed, watered and pooped! Then met up with school friend Harsha Vinay, who looked like our old Bengali batik teacher. Events at Pecos consisted of a big cuddle, lots of talk about our lives and loves, along with pork fry, pepper sausages and 3 pitchers of beer. Then a bizarre proposition to go to a circus???
Obviously I said Yes!

A Circus is the most surreal place....everything that takes place in a circus is completely removed from reality and nothing that you will ever witness in normal daily life. Sadly, this circus was even weirder that usual....firstly the entire audience just weren't clapping at any point when the performers were doing some amazing stuff. It was like they were watching TV...so no need for applause? The Master of Ceremonies was talking utter jibberish....literally I couldn't understand a word he said! And some of the performers weren't even that good. Like the juggler kept dropping his juggles?? Though I did really like the acrobats that were jumping around, and the motorcycle in the big metallic ball.

Harsha was hilarious, he really wanted to see Elephants playing football, it seemed to the be the only reason why he was there. Eventually we left the circus in the middle, and we did find the elephants but they weren't playing football.

Then I invited Harsha over to my aunt's place for the most mind-blowing payasam ever. However on arrival, there was only one tiny bowl of payasam left because a troupe of guests turned up (more than expected) and payasam was the solution.

I also got the chance to see my cousin's band Solder perform and they were great!
And then I got my bootie on a bus back to Chennai, where I arrived at 5 in the morning to a crowded bus station full of tired people, journey-swept across their faces, desperately seeking home....just like me.

Sunday, March 27, 2011

A happy bunny....

Happiness is freedom to be.

Physical and Mental Abuse....

My job is working me to the bone,
Production, creative, jockey, emcee,
I am doing everything on my own,

looking for a better prospect
maybe somewhere I could get a little RESPECT
(R-E-S-P-E-C-T, i have no idea what it means to me)

wake up in the morning with, no inclination,
To work at Chennai's only English radio Station,

I want something new,
not something borrowed or blue.

Monday, March 14, 2011

For Lent...

As part of the ritual of Lent, one is a supposed to give up - sacrifice - something that is very much a part of their lives or daily routine. This year I have decided to give up for MEAT and alcohol. MEAT because I have been having meat for practically every meal and alcohol, because maybe I need a bit of a cleanse.

Now, I know I was completely vegetarian for the bulk of the years I was in Rishi Valley, but I have never found giving up the temptation of meat so difficult. In RV there was no temptation, everything was veggie. However, now, I am surrounded by the temptations of choice. I have never been one to diet and stop myself from eating anything, I would just eat whatever I wanted, but now....now, I suddenly have to stop myself short everytime I eat. Sounds like torture? More like exaggeration...

Though I did go out for a couple of dinners last week and I had to completely ignore large sections of menu because they were "forbidden". Oh dear....bring on the cauliflower, mushrooms and spinach...yeaaaah!

Anyway, its not as bad as I make out. I am actually enjoying being vegetarian. Just yesterday, I made a kick-ass pasta bake - all veg! I did wow the Thomas family and work colleagues. Mission accomplished.

Now just 35 days to go till Easter!

Wednesday, January 19, 2011

More illness??

Oh yes....besides having viral fever, and madras eye....Chennai still had more to come in the illness department. I got food poisoning 2 days before new year. Sad but true. My uncle's suspicions point to a dodgy Subway sandwich, and I am inclined to agree. I travelled from work in Egmore to my home in Chennai and I threw up 3 times...not good. So there was more throwing up that ensued for the next 2 days.

My sad new years consisted of chilling with senior from school Manju, having Kanji and water...at 12am welcomed the new years with happy wishes....aaaaand SLEEP!

Got up at 8 in the morning to start the new year at work. Now that is dedication baby!

Sunday, November 28, 2010

Illness is annoying

I hate being ill. And ill with the most panzy, bizarrely debilitating thing like Madras Eye. I am currently fully functional and able to work however, the contagion that is Madras Eye leaves me in some sort of quarantine because my eye is so contagious.

Just when my World Aids Day campaign is about the launch in 2 days, I have sit at home and wait for this damn thing to sort itself out. I am not a happy bunny.

It was actually Ta that noticed it, I thought there was just something in my eye, but she looked at me, and said, "oh my god, what is wrong with your eye...oh no, you have Madras eye". I ran to the mirror, and I looked like some possessed alien! Not good.

When my aunt came back she told me that would not be allowed to go in to work. I was mortified.
I asked her if I could wear a medicated eye-patch or something and go in. She laughed and scoffed at me, and said a definitive, "No".

Verdict - I hate being ill. I want to go to work.