Its summer vacation here in Gulf.July- August are the peak summer months here. We visited India last month after about one year and, very much like how an indulgent mom would observe her son seeing him after a long time ,I observed my own country. I travelled , I visited people , I frequented "sarkari offices" ,took son for a root canal treatment ( Its an official middle class idea of fun activity when on a vacation to home) .
Everytime I had an exclusively Indian experience , all I thought was of blogging about it ,again much like as if your best friend has a strand of spinach stuck between her two front teeth and whenever she smiles at you , all you notice is the green thing stuck between her teeth.
To begin with , I travelled from Bhopal to Indore in an intercity train in second class( I have already confessed to the middle class mentality) , its a 4 hour journey , we 3 (My two sons and I) were packed on a bench and opposite to us was a family of 4 travelling with a Jain monk who was clad in white . The Jain Sadhu was really very friendly and inquisitive , much to my surprise. He strangely reminded me of a character in Gita Mehta's story in her book "River Sutra" in which a rich man's only son , finding life too frivolous ,decides to be a monk and thus leaves his family .Many years down the lane he is recounting his story to the narrater and all of a sudden he gets up and says " I must be get going ,my fellow monks must be waiting for me to join them in the journey ahead , I have lost my family once and don't want to lose it again." These are the last words of the story which I just can't forget .
I visited my grandmom who is extremely ill and completely invalid but mentally equally alert . This makes life difficult for her and for others too, who are serving her . My Mom is constantly worried about her and I am worried about my mom .I don't know if my granny is dodging the death or vice versa ? Life can sometimes be so painful to bear.