Storage !

Rijul is a high school student in his last year of schooling, and all busy these days preparing for his final exam. Computer is his favourite subject. He was very enthusiastically teaching his grandpa about storage.

“You see, first it was kb.  Then mb… that is megabyte,   then gb… and now it is tb…. you can virtually store anything….. for many many years …do you get anything ” ?

Me, the grandfather was not sure was able to grasp all that he was telling…

dadu1My  mind went far far away. Yes, we too had a storage-system….. a brown all leather briefcase ! This was the all important Storage System for us.  My father was very meticulously keeping things here….. a large variety of things…. our house ownership documents,  school and university certificates of all his four children, their exam marksheets, bank pass books (hand written!), a small red plastic case for smaller but vvip items like a few gold bangles of my mother .. my passport, pension nomination papers… Wow !And any other things which he thought should be stored safely.

dadu2Those were before the xerox age. Thus often we asked him for school certificates or marksheets and we would neatly copy-write them with blue ink pen on plain paper and get it attested by a Govt. Officer, for all our practical purposes. He would several time give us reminder to get the original returned. Once he got them back he will again store them in the Storage Box.

Well, listening up to this point, our Rijul was all perplexed and amused !

dadu4After a  little while I called him again and handed over to him the Real Storage.  He was indeed baffled to find some items still lying safe in the Storage  …. a bank pass book – hand calcuted ,  the “red box” … it had a few blades which he did not believe were used for actual shaving,  a cloth-made money purse with a few 10paise coins (he never knew that such coins existed !)

Sindoor

Pakhi, my wife was from a small town near our city of Calcutta. It was just a few days after our marriage, and, we were setting out to a relative’s house. It was a part of the usual invitation which normally follows the marriage ceremony. She took a quick

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Mother’s Sindoor Pot. Sandal Wood work from Bangalore

bath, wore a saree and it was then that we realised that there was no Sindoor-Pot! ( Every married Bengali woman prefers to apply a streak of vermillion or sindoor to the parting of her hair. This vermillion or sindoor is kept in a special pot). Very shyly she asked whether my mother would have any sindoor-pot ! It was a legitimate query as on those days, putting on sindoor for Christian women were not very common. But my mother used to always put on sindoor, every day after bath. I assured her that my mother had one and I brought the sindoor-pot for Pakhi for that day.

 

It was then I realised that for Pakhi putting on sindoor was very important, and, that she does not have any sindoor-pot. I assured her that I would buy her a sindur-pot.

I was on touring job then ( and even now, of course the number of tours is less now for obvious reason) and on return from a trip I brought for her a nice sindoor-pot. I picked

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Hyderabad near charminar,

it up from Hyderabad near Charminar.

 

During the next tour I asked her what I should bring for her ! She just smiled and said “You bring whatever you think best”. When I returned from this trip I opened a small packet and asked her “Guess what gift I brought for you?”

She said “ You show me what it is”. Lo behold…. it was a sindoor pot ! We both burst into a loud laughter !

Thereafter for several years, it almost became a ritual to bring a sindoor-pot from various parts of the land of varied designs, until our children were big enoughto do a bit of leg-pulling for this blunt gift idea !

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Soft Stone work from Khurdah, Odhisa

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Designed on real konch-shell . Puri Sea Beach, Odhisa

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Nicely crafted with sea-shells. Kanya Kumari , Tamil Nadu

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Mirron crafts from Jaipur, Rajasthan

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Brass work of Uttar Pradesh. Lucknow

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Wood work. Chennai, Tamil Nadu

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White Stone-Carving : Agra, Uttar Pradesh

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Coloured Stone. Cuttack, Odhisa

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Pix: Srichandra V

 

 

Valentines Day : Of Another Kind !

One of our colleagues was unwell and we took her to a Doctor a bit far away. The appointment with the doctor was at 7 in the evening and by the time we returned home it was already 8 in the evening. Following our taxi was another vehicle and as we got down a loud voice greeted us from the said vehicle “Good evening uncle, …. go ahead, we will just drop in”. I could recognize the thick voice… it was Jojo, my nephew.
Exactly ten minutes later Jojo surfaced at our house with a Cake in hand, along with his wife and son Jijo. “Happy Anniversary Uncle !” It was then I realised it was the D-day for us ! Our marriage anniversary !

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Those days we were in Bangalore, and Sara greeted us “Happy Anniversary” !  We were surprised and amused. “How come you remember the day ? “  I asked Sara. “Simple, the date is 14th of February – the Valentine Day !. And by the way  how did you manage to coincide your marriage with this special date ?” I was a bit confused and flatly asked “Err..what is this Valentine Day “ ? Sara had a real loud laugh and took a class for me on the significance of V Day !. I explained to her that contrary to her belief, we got married in the days of Black & White era and life was not as colourful as it is now !

Pix : Sen Studio, Barasat (Suburb off Kolkata)

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Pix: Subhadip Mukherji

Jojo quickly placed the cake on a small table and after a long time we had the reason to celebrate our Marriage Anniversary !!!  Our little grand daughter Rianna was the chief guest ! Jojo is a singer in Bollywood and during end months of the year he comes regularly to Kolkata ….  that is the season here for musical functions, mostly open air public performances. The season starts with Durgapuja and lingers on till mid February.

Thanks a lot Jojo…… let me play one of your popular numbers. (just Click below)

Click !

 

TABLET OF IMMORTAL LOVE !

(This is my 50th writing. What else could have been more befitting as the 50th one than

this  !) 

Since early morning every one in the Das family seems to have become very busy ! The men-folk are busy going  up and down to the market, making hectic buying…. fish, vegetables, sweets… Women in the house are engrossed in the kitchen, making various preparations.  Only exception is Pramila, the daughter in the family…. she is given rest for the day. Today is the final negotiation day for Pramila’s marriage.

Pramila was waiting for Manilal, her elder brother who,  someone told, gone out to invite a few elder neighbours for the afternoon negotiation meet. A little later Manilal came home and came straight to  Pramila

“It seems you  wanted to meet me…. is there something “ asked Manilal

“ No Khoka da (that is the name by which Manilal is called at home), I  was  er.. I mean.. you know..”

“Okay, Okay,  my little sister, I understand…. you need not be nervous about it. I know this boy very well… he works as a police officer….. handsome….. well-built…. very well behaved…. his name is John… John Solomon.

“But Khoka-da I don’t know a thing in English !”

“ha..ha…ha” Manilal had a real loud laugh now and said “ He is a Bengali with an English name… originally from East Bengal .”

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“Dadima (Grandma), can you hear me ? Are you sleeping “

At this Pramila opened her eyes “ Sorry Deep I was not sleeping, just lying down.”

“Uncle told me that you wanted to discuss something with me”

“That’s right”

Deep noticed the photo frame of Grandpa was placed on the wall facing grandma’s cot. It is several months now since Grandpa left this world….. left Dadima to be precise. They spent a long happy period of married life. They had seven children, every one was well educated…. since Grandpa was a police officer and always on the move, she managed the entire family responsibilities single handedl…. and successfully at that.

It was not easy to participate in all whims and fancies of Grandpa! But she handled them with elan. For instance “Pension” . For long time, since childhood, Deep understood “Pension” has something to do with eating ! Like “Breakfast”, “Lunch”, “Dinner” and there was this “Pension”. “Pension” is taken in the afternoon… once in a month !  It was like this,  on every first working day of the month grandpa John Solomon will set out early in the morning to collect his monthly retirement pension money. Those days one has to physically walk down to the pension  department to  collect the pension. Our Grandpa on his return journey used to buy sweets, a few loaf of breads and some bananas.

We the grand children, about 10 in number, used to gather at the dining room at Grandpa’s house in the afternoon. We would sit around the large dining table. Dadima would cut banana leaves, cut them into perfect square pieces.  Make neat pieces of the bread loaf (those days pre-sliced bread was not in the vogue) and then serve two pieces of bread,  sweets and two bananas to each of us. Grandpa would take the centre seat and we would be talking on all kind of things with Grandpa….. from our progress in studies… to the forthcoming birthday plans of one of us to any thing, even the drama script we are planning to stage at our family gathering ! All along Dadima would serve more breads or sweets to some of us who would need them.

“I have a little favour to ask from you, Deep.”

“Listen Dadima, no need to hesitate…. just shoot “.

“Okay…. I want a Stone Tablet to be made for you Grandpa…. it should be nicely done… I know it is expensive…. but I have some money.  And don’t share about this with anybody. Well… I feel  a little….Well you know”

Deep now laughed loudly  “Okay Dadima, I understand . Today itself after the college hours I would start working on it”

Dadima took up one corner end of the white saree she was wearing, then opened the neatly tied knot there. Inside the knot there was a hundred rupee note. She handed over that mani-folded note to Deep and said “This is the advance. When you go to take the delivery of the tablet, collect the balance amount from me. And yes, take a taxi when you bring it”.

“I think I got your idea Dadima. You want to put this Tablet on the wall of our church…. so that hereafter when you go to the church on the Sundays you have a company !  (there was a church within the campus of Grandpa’s house, for, he wanted to donate best portion of his land to his Lord )

To this  Dadima threw a very innocent smile “you little naughty one !!!”

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tabletWhen Deep reached the Marble Shop, located in the Dalhousie – the central area of the city,  two weeks later,  the stone tablet was ready. Indeed it was looking great…. the engraver man told that this is Jaipur marble,  a bit expensive, but engraving work looks nice on them.  By the time the bill was settled and the tablet was wrapped with paper it was already raining. Deep was waiting for the rain to subside. It was a long wait before the rain stopped. The area was flooded with water…. Deep started walking… the water at some point was waist-deep. Deep now understood that the marble was quite heavy…. but he lifted the tablet up on his shoulder and started walking briskly. Deep visualised the broad smile which Dadima would give when she first see the tablet … in remembrance of her loved one. Deep  suddenly felt the tablet was now weighing much lighter on him !

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(I was happy that some of the Pension Chairs still survived the test of time !)

Photo: Subhadip Mukherji

Pre-Christmas in Kolkata : Then & Now !

dsc_0022In our teen age days the pre-Christmas outing was a visit to the New Market. We are located at an extreme end locality in South Calcutta and this visit to the central Calcutta was some thing great for us. I always eagerly awaited for the day. My grandpa would come around noon, a few days before Christmas, and we will set out for this journey to the wonder-land ! I always narrated about this dream outing to my grand children – they are 3 in number. The elder one Rijul, who is at his final class of schooling, always had many interesting queries about  this… my olden days New Market trip !

This Christmas I promised Rijul to take him on a similar pre-Christmas trip to New dsc_0016Market. More than him, I was the one who was keen on re-living history !

dsc_0014When we reached near the main entrance the area was too crowded and there was a near stampede situation. Ah.. that was the Light House Cinema…. this is the spot where there were some head-loaders… they will come running with a large bamboo basket…. go along nmwith you to collect whatever you buy from the New Market… carry the load on their head and at the end of your shopping, come to the taxi stand and put all the packets inside the taxi neatly…. and finally be happy with whatever bakhsis (tips) you offer… after all its the festive time ! I was feeling sorry that none of them were found here, they must have found much lucrative alternative vocations !

At the New Market entrance, in olden days, we used to make short stop over at the greetings-card shops…. there were about 10 such shops. dsc_0012Only one we found still surviving, but with no takers. In the internet era none is interested in those greetings cards. Once inside the market, the scenario did not change much. Many of the old charming clothing shops were still there, though they did not have much buyers. Most of the families go for online shopping for their readymade clothes, and, even the sarees are procured by the same method.

The mistletoes and other decorative selling shops are still there. They are doing some what better business than others. The cake shops are doing brisk business. I was indeed upset as dsc_0009I did not find the same old charming New Market hopping experience. But for Rijul, he was enjoying the visit… I was showing him some of the old shops still in the business. I bought him a heart-cake and a hot patties ! I tasted a bit. Ummm…. some what nearer the olden-day –taste, except less buttery ! Well… at least some good things still survived the test of the time.

Those days our return trip was by a tram ride. Then the trams had less riders and it was a pleasant smooth journey. I did not propose the repeat mode for our return journey. It was a very difficult time to get hold of the taxi to take us.

Finally we managed to get one taxi after putting half and hour effort, and, reached home. It was indeed an enjoyable trip…. a good start for Christmas 2016 !

A Bengal Christmas @ Christian Para Kolkata

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24th December, 2016 the day before Christmas Day started early for the young ones. They got themselves engrossed in making a Manger and placing images of the Nativity. Some of them were running around with a huge wooden ladder and climbing to tie out the colourful paper strips in the locality. Soon the area, our small Christian Para (Christian Dwelling) wore a real festive look ! Their hectic work schedule were often punctuated by the shoutings from grandpas and grandmas “time for lunch… please come home….” But their routine answers were “just  ten minutes more, and we would be through !” My daughter- in- law made a huge Snow Man which was placed next to a Santa outside our home. It was very nicely made . By the time we could gather for the lunch it was already well paste noon !

 

dsc_0151After the Lunch, it was the continuation of the same routine for the boys, and, this time the girls took the charge of decora-ting the church… with lots of mistletoes and flowers of varied colours.

25th December, 2016

We woke up with the boom of the sound box playing “jingle bells”. Around 7.30 in the morning we all gathered at our church of the locality. Ours is a small

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Church being decorated with flowers and leaves

church with a sitting capacity of about 40 . On occasion like this we arrange for close-circuit-television transmission on the first floor room of the church so that those who could not make it inside the church can still go upstairs and join the worship. It was an hour-long service. Less of sermon and more of carols ! Along with traditional English tune carols, we also sing a few Bengali Christian songs set on old folk tunes. After the service we gathered outside the church for cake and coffee. There after we had Christmas Tree and all at the congregation got some useful prizes by picking up lucky numbers. The  prizes were house hold items like comb, tea-stainer, mug, soap case, small kitchen cans and so on ! There after we gathered to pose for a family

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Tea after the church service

photograph…… a very old tradition very religiously followed every year…. of course the photographer changes with changing times. In olden days it was one of my uncles who was a passionate photographer who did the job. Thereafter my elder brother-in-law, followed by me for some years. Presently my son is doing the photography for the past several Christmas !

Thereafter, there was the gathering of friends and  relatives inside and outside our house…. with hot coffee,  home made cakes and my daughter made a lot of chocolates to share for this occasion.

dsc_0064dsc_0068Around noon relatives from far flung places started arriving for the Christmas Lunch. This is a participatory event where every one shares the expenses for the food. I have some long tables which  are taken out of our store-room for this occasion ! The lunch menu was very much a Bengali fare… Rice, Dal, mixed vegetable curry, chicken curry, sweet chutney, papad and sandesh (milk sweets). There were about 50 persons joining the meal.dsc_0009

In the evening I was sitting on a chair in front of the decorated Manger… playing Santa, by presenting each visiting child a small Santa replica and a toffee ! Till late evening there
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Sustaining Life on Rafi !

dsc_0035Those days for our eating out was at Nizam Hotel. The choice was obvious, for,  this was the most economy restaurant for the college goers and during our college days like us, many college gangs used to enjoy Nizam’s food. It was usually rolls of varied types, they were all very cheap and those days green salads was served free. After the food our next stop was Taj Mahal Paan Shop. It was located opposite Elite Cinema, next to Aminia Hotel. The pan (specially made betel- leaf with lots of sweet add ons and areca nuts) was placed on ice- slab and served straight to the customers, ice-cold. The other interest for coming to the shop was Rafi’s song ! Any given time of the day, or night, this shop played Rafi’s choicest songs… non-stop. The shop was decorated with large size photographs of Rafi –  Mohammed Rafi. Most of us were Rafi fans and stayed on in front of the shop for quite a long time, and, like us there were many who would stand on the main road and listen to the songs intently. No doubt the owner was an ardent fan, and had a large collection of Rafi numbers.

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Last evening, decades later I went to the Taj Mahal Pan Shop, to relive the nostalgia. This time accompanied by my two grand children. I was happy that the shop was as it was. Just a few more large photo frames of Rafi were added. Our man was very much there, happily playing Rafi numbers on loudly booming speaker box. He was old now, so do I. This gave me an extra mileage to intrude into his private space to open up  some conversation. His name is Maniruddin. Decades ago he worked in a film studio and met Md. Rafi in person for a short stint, and got mesmerised by his humility, and, of course his melodious voice. Thereafter there was no stopping. He believes his is a gifted voice which can sustain one for life.  I on my part introduced him my grandson who is a Rafi fan. He was visibly happy to know that there are younger ones to carry on the mantle of Rafi fan following.

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