A Wristwatch Named Sona !

Today is a very special day for Deep. The School Final Board Exam starts today. The exam centre is a bit far away, and, he has to catch a public bus which is normally crowded. Hence he has to set out a bit early, so that he can afford to avoid boarding on a crowded one, and try the next one. It is at that moment someone asked “do you have a  wristwatch to carry ?”  Deep did not have one, and everyone agreed that he needed to carry one. There are two exam-papers to appear today. Each of two  hours  duration. One has to calculate judiciously time allocation for attempting each of the six long questions on every session ! Those days the fashion was to write long exam papers, especially on the literature subjects.  Deep’s dad said “ My elder sister had an old watch, let me check if it still works”. Soon he took out the same from a tin trunk. He wound the spring key till the end, and after a bit shaking it started rolling. It was a square dialled wrist watch…. she was a health nurse and Deep did not have any hesitation to wear it. After all the exams were over, about a week later, Deep returned the watch to his father…. after all it is a memory item for his father, and, it was placed back to the tin trunk.

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Deep is now in college doing his university studies. He still did not manage to have a watch on his own….. and yes, bringing out the same-old watch during exam days continued during university exams too during next 3 Years. During this period Deep DSCN2682got interested to own a wrist watch….. an Indian brand called HMT. There was a small outlet of this brand on the Park Street in Calcutta, at a departmental store called Hall & Anderson. One has to stand in a queue early in the morning, and, the limited number of pieces was always got exhausted within an hour and a large number of people never got a chance to procure the watches…. they always came back the next day a bit earlier to try their luck again.

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Deep’s first job, right after his university education was  in Bangalore. His office was at a tall building called Unity Building, and, lo behold there was an outlet of HMT watches. Deep never missed to spend time peeping through the show-windows on the various watches. Kamat Restaurant was  on the same building…. so this is how the rest of the lunch break was spent! He was very encouraged to note that there was not much crowd, and, they had enough stock. On the first salary  day he decided to buy a watch.  The salary he got was 265/-. In fact the salary was 300/- ,but, 35/- was deducted as p.f. During that after noon very boldly he entered the show-room and  he was happy that the salesman in the counter very  sincerely showed him various models. Two models he liked, one named Janata…. it was the cheapest available… Rs. 99/-.  Then there was this model  called Sona  costing Rs. 125/-.Deep felt it was a bit costly one, but so what… after all it is his hard earned money any way !

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It is a regular jouney now, to and fro Bangalore. Deep always preferred to have a long bath at the Madras station  on his way from Bangalore to Calcutta. Madras was the change over station.  This trip was not an exception. By the time he came out of the washroom, it was already time to catch the connecting train to Calcutta. He was literally running on the platform…. it was at the time he had a feeling that some one was shouting and was trying to catch up with him behind…. he too was almost running. Deep stopped, and looked behind… and he realised that this gentle man was indeed waiving at him from behind. He came near Deep. He was a dhoti clad middle aged man and spoke good English “ I was at the next wash basin when you were washing your face…. I saw you placing your watch at one corner of your wash basin. And then you hurriedly turned back , started running towards the platform without taking your watch ! Since then I was chasing you…. but I was no match for you…. you were too fast !”  Deep profusely thanked the gentleman, and,  Sona was back to its rightful owner !

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It was a long flight from Bangalore. I was again working at this city after a gap of about 15 years. I always felt  very cold during  a flight and always carried a heavy sweater.  I always put the sweater on before boarding at the craft and seldom took it out.  The flight almost reached Calcutta when I took out the sweater, folded them neatly, stashed it in the carry bag before landing.  When I reached home it was already late night. I took out the coins, a few rupee notes  ( I do not carry a money purse !) from the trouser’s pocket…. it was at this point Pakhi, my wife,  noticed that I have the watch but only the disc ! All the golden dial needles…. even the glass cover vanished…. it is a good for nothing piece now !  Was it at the Bangaloe guest house, that it got broke.. that I must have dashed with the door or something ? No, it could not be…. I checked my watch several times when the  flight had a delayed departure.  “Don’t bother, it was any way an old one…. it is not a great issue to be upset about”- my wife was trying to console me.  Frankly, I felt sorry….. I was sure even if I wanted,  I could not get it renovated……HMT never made those models any more !

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It is winter again ! Time for the warm clothing to show their faces again. Since morning Pakhi  is busy washing sweaters of varied colours and sizes for all the family members. Suddenly she rushed to me in the front room and said “tell me if I give you something very dear to you, what prize would you give me !”  “Well, well may be a dinner in the nearby Chinese Restaurant for all ……. but tell me what it is “ ?  She opened her palm… lo behold…. here they are…..  the  needles of my Sona….. the second-needle…. the minute-needle…. the hour-needle. They look more glittery now with a gentle soap wash.  “They were all stuck in your sweater…… and next time you take out your sweater please remove your wrist watch first”.

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With the advent of mobile phones none of us use watches any more. Not even Sona makes any guest appearance any more, except for photo-shoot for a blog write-up like this !

 

The era of wrist watch is gone. Mobile phone  has replaced it. But Sona lives on…….

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

MOTHER TERESA: Mai to Fan Ban Gaya !

Today is Mother Teresa’s Birthday. We always remember her.

EARTH: SOME CALL IT HOME

mother teresaMother Teresa  to be canonized on September 4, 2016, Pope Francis will declare Blessed Teresa of Kolkata a saint at the Vatican on that day.
It is time to share the joy ….. from the City of Joy of which Mother is very much a part.
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It was 1971, the Bangladesh Liberation War was on, as a result a large number of people were taking a refuge in the areas bordering West Bengal and of course Kolkata too was a place which took a large intake of people coming across the border. Relief work was just on and there were relief camps set up in many parts. Those days some of us were involved with a University Student Organisation called SCM and we thought of doing something to support the relief efforts . Our steward Rev. Donald was a very able person and always ready to second any idea…

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