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Gratitude

Posted on Feb 8, 2017Feb 8, 2017 by uma197

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Haven’t done much writing lately due to a fractured finger. Feel really lonely without my keyboard. But today I have something to celebrate. I really want to post something today. The best I could do is cheat. I can’t type too much. So therefore going to post some of the letters I wrote a couple of years ago.

Today marks 8 years of being cancer free. But the whole battle started a couple of years before that. I have so many to thank for my blessings. The following is a letter I wrote 2 years ago to my personal trainer.

Hi Damien

Today marks 6 yrs and 2 days cancer free for me. I am not sure if you remember the first time we met at Goodlife/ Zest. Well, I do. I was bruised and battered after my first surgery. I was physically and mentally drained. The thought the possibility of my life ending at 42 was very real. It was not my life that I was worried about, it was my kids having to lead a life without a mother, how it would affect them was what really upset me. I realised I had to get out of that head space if I wanted a chance to fight this. Making that first step to come and join the gym was my idea, but being handed to you was my fate. Each time you made me better I would go on to have another surgery and comeback weaker than when I started. After my last surgery, I could not even walk in shops with my kids. They had to stop and wait for me. I am glad I tracked you down again. Now I am a city to bay runner.

I saw my doctor today. All the tests are indicating that there is no sign of the cancer. But, the doctor was actually very amazed at my recovery, my fitness level and overall how everything has turned out for me. I am a rare case in their books (I mean on a medical level). He kept shaking his head, and said “with each surgery we took organ after organ and it proves if you are willing you can live without them”.

Damien, the doctors did all they can medically to keep me alive, but it’s you who has given me a life that’s worth living. Without the core exercises and other strengthening exercises, I will not be able to lead a normal life. Even though I am probably the weakest in the class, I know personally my fitness has risen leaps and bounds. Honestly I didn’t think I could do certain excercises. You challenging me, forces me to try these new exercises. And many a times I am surprised that I can do them.

Damien, you are the best personal trainer and truly a gorgeous human being. I am truly blessed. Thank you so much for making me fitter and feel the way I feel. Feelings are similar 2 years on.

Not every one received a letter. Some just got a hug.

Thank you Ganesh – sorry you had to shoulder so much stress. Promise not to do it again.

Thank you to my two beautiful boys – again sorry darlings, you had to endure various people picking you up from school. Sorry for not telling you at the beginning.

Thank you to my mum – Sorry for not telling you at the beginning. I didn’t think you could deal with it. Promise not to do it again. (I will kind of promise not to break another bone too, at least I will try)

Thank you to my cuz Ranji and Ragu- next to my hubby the other supporting rocks. Thanks goes to your beautiful kids and my aunt as well. Thanks Nimal for being my reassuring doc.

Thank you to my Doctors – special thanks to Dr. Kolias, Dr. Martin Tan, and Dr. Stewart Lynch.

Thank you to all the million nurses who were by my side.

Thank you Dad for watching over me.

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The Story of the “Dandelion Guy”

Posted on Jan 19, 2017Jan 19, 2017 by uma197

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To My Darling (but sometimes a pain in the neck) Husband

I want to tell you a story of a “Young man with a Dandelion”.

Thirty years ago on this date, a young man (slightly dashing I might add), took a garland and then a jewellery named “Thali” and said to this rather naïve and pretty thing, “well I am your husband from this day forward”

But the story begins way before that. This said young man had apparently vowed that he was never going to get married (well that’s the story he is spinning currently, so I have to go with that)

It all changed when he tagged along with his sister to the Sri Lankan Tea fields. His sister had a friend who lived in the picturesque hill country of Sri Lanka. Couple of days of the fresh air and cups of tea somehow started to have an effect on this young man.

At the same time his sister’s friend had her own convictions. This girl avoided all advances or even a suggestion by the opposite sex. She sneered at girls who went gaga over boys. In her mind that was all a waste of time.

She had a clear plan for her life, she was not going to even contemplate boys until she was 23 or 24 of years of age (there was a method in her madness, thought it might be a distraction until she finished university). And when she was ready her suitor would be someone who was about the same age or not more than a 5 yr gap, No smokers, and only moderate drinkers were going to be even in the running. Well she had no idea that she was going to throw away all these rules just for a dandelion.

The three of them (the guy, his sister and her friend) took a pretty innocent walk down the tea fields. There must have been a change in the wind direction. Nothing else explains the rest of the events. The guy suddenly plucks a dandelion by the way side and offers it to this girl. Their eyes lock. She thinks far out it’s just a dandelion. They were laughing and talking about stupid things until then. There was no build up for this. There was no Andre’ Reiu or angels playing the harp. Just a dandelion and maybe that special look but something changed in her. Not sure what led the guy to pluck the dandelion. But according to him, she was different than others; she had somehow gnawed into his brain.

Many things happened after that, some sad and some mundane. But after two years, so 30 yrs ago their journey together began.

This dashing charming but slightly arrogant young man thought that he was marrying a beautiful young girl, who would dance to all his whims, do all his chores, and he thought he was set for the rest of his blissful life. Boy was he in for a shock. Little did he realise that this girl, who wore a nice naive smile, who looked pensive and obedient was in fact, (when prodded) was rather bull headed and was exactly like him.

In spite of the clashing horns, there was still a lot of love that kept the unity twined together. Also the Dandelion guy learnt that he was mostly wrong and even when he doubted the verdict, it was still better for his safety and well being to apologise to his wife and listen to her. So obviously they lived happily ever after. (Time to time he forgets but he soon learns his mistakes)

The girl does have a few messages for the Dandelion guy.

Thank you for the Dandelion.

Thank you for the German erasers you stole from the ship

Thank you for being there for me when my dad died

Thank you for marrying me

Thank you for caring for my mum as your own

Thank you for all the encouragement and being honestly proud of me when I was studying, you even cooked pizza for me when I got back late from College. And you hate cooking.

Thank you for giving me two beautiful kids

Thank you for always thinking about us before you

Thank you for accepting my friends as yours. Especially accepting Lalith means a heck of a lot for me.

Thank you for being there for all the highs and lows of the Westpac life. You gave me the confidence to excel and the courage to stand up.

Thank you for being the rock during my health scare.

Thank you for never doubting me and always believing in me. (Well have the same courage that I will stop at the traffic light, trust me, I am not colour blind)

Now she has some requests/ or demands

Never forget that we are a team. Lean on me when you need to. I am/ and will be always there, right beside you. All I ask in return is for you not to mix up the spoons, curry spoon in the curry and not in the rice.

Don’t forget taking care of you is kind of taking care of us. So please, take care of yourself and give me the opportunity to grow old together.

And please know that your gal still loves you.

True Story, Inspirational

New Year … Hope, Dreams, Promises and Resolutions

Posted on Jan 1, 2017Jan 3, 2017 by uma197

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Midnight, 31st day of December – it is almost like the anti Cinderella moment. We await that clock to finally move to straight up ahead. Somehow what we didn’t achieve in 2016 was now going to be possible in 2017. We have hope, we have hope that our dreams are going to come true. We can lose weight, we will get that new job, we will make money, we will find love. It is all possible once that clock moves to 12.00. The unknown future date will somehow bring good luck as at 12.00 midnight. The glamour lasts that whole day. You wish everyone on facebook, on the streets and on the phone.

But by the time 2nd of January rolls around, the cheer, starts to wane. It could be just the reality hit “it’s just another day” or it could be withdrawals from all the alcohol since Christmas. But life does become as mundane as it was on the 29th of December. Still, I think it is alright to have that one moment when the entire world world goes crazy, for love, happiness, peace, and everything else. Because it’s the starting point that you pin your hopes on. Without hope there is no motivation for tomorrow.

Each culture and each family would have their own traditions. Until we came to Adelaide our tradition was to go to Eric and Rajee’s house. The same crowd got together each year. Our kids were really young. Eric would always have sparklers for young and all.

We brought this tradition with us when we moved to Adelaide. My cousin did the Christmas and I did the New years Eve. We had a set of family and friends who became regulars for this event. I love a full house. The banter, the laughter, the noise, the chaos it all makes it a happy home.

Last night sure was a strange one. In my nearly 30 year marriage hubby and I have never been apart on New Years. He is away in Sri Lanka due to his fathers passing. My youngest is in Japan. This is the first year, he has missed his birthday, Christmas and New Year from the family. Mum had to make a dash to Sydney with the forth funeral for the month. Right now there are more pets in the house than humans.

2016 sure has been an interesting year. The end has come crashing down with four deaths which had put a massive damper on my mood. But, it had some great moments as well. My son Hari graduated. His friend Trent graduated. A Super proud mum – super proud moments. Hari after a rough start, finally got his first proper job. I am an Engineers mum. This mum’s on top of the world.

Then a bunch of us turned 50 this year. We organised a school reunion and met some of my school friends after nearly 30 years. That was just an awesome time. We relived our youth. We rekindled our friendship. Almost a week of celebrations.

My bestie/sis-in-law and I went to Goa to celebrate to our monumental birthday. Found a new city to be pampered. Again we laughed till we cried. We ate, we drank and was silly till early hours. Found our youth in between complains of aching bones.

Then came the grand finale. Bang, bang, bang. People just dropping like flies to Mortein. Death is part of life and I have to reconcile that. Hard as it may be to swallow when it’s unexpected and it is someone you want to see again, we still must move on. Apparently. So I shall not dwell. Happy that the final news was that my nephews wife is pregnant.

Spoke to hubby around 3.00 am. He had just got back to the lonely hotel room after visiting relatives. It might have been around 10.00 or 11.00 pm over there. I wish he was here. I see this message on my phone, “are you still up?” Yes of course I was wide awake counting sheep. Spoke about the two boys. Spoke about the dog. We are grateful for what we have and hopeful of our future. Cannot ask for more.

Happy 2017 everyone.

Sri Lanka, True Story, Inspirational

Man proposes and God Disposes (part 1)

Posted on Dec 11, 2016Dec 19, 2016 by uma197

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“Man proposes and God Disposes” this saying was a frequent quip from my father in law.

I open my blog after a nearly a month, it could be even more. So much has happened in that time.

My first blog after the Holidays was going to be about my holiday in Goa. It was going to be about my anxiety, concern about going to India on my own. And how different it all turned out to be. How I was so wrong to perceive that the entire India was going to be this dirty place and untrustworthy people. From the time I landed in Mumbai to the time we left Goa, it was nothing but a perfect dream. We found this amazing pocket of paradise in that vast country. It was just me and my bestie who also happens to be my sister in law (she joined me from another country) in this place and we were pampered and taken care of like queens. We ate, we drank, we laughed and we cried. We were 5 not 50.

I will definitely write about that experience, when I feel a little bit chipper, to do justice to the place, the people we met and everything else.

I arrived back in Australia on the 24th of Nov. Frantically getting things ready for my son who was leaving for Japan for 3 months and fighting jet lag at the same time. While I was holidaying my son had to endure one of lives hard lessons, losing a mate. Well it started with his mate Jack and then one after another we went through 3 deaths in a span of two weeks.

After I left for Australia my sister in law went to another place in India to meet up with other friends and then she headed to Sri Lanka to see her dad. She was there on the 27th night. It was rather late so she headed straight to the Hotel and got to bed. She was up rather early the next morning. She was taking photos of the view, and sending it to us, also some from Goa, some crazy things we got up to, then armed with “whatsapp” on our phones we rang and spoke to her about her days agenda.

My Father in law required a Cataract Operation. For what ever reason he was not too keen on it.

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Shiver me timbers, “it’s cold in Sri Lanka?”

Posted on Sep 3, 2016Sep 3, 2016 by uma197

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It was nearly sixteen years since we migrated to Australia from Sri Lanka. A lot had changed since then, we’ve aged, we were now parents, I think that was the biggest change. We were not the same carefree young one’s roaming around, on a bike. Mortgage, kids, kids getting sick, nearly losing a kid, other one losing his hearing, trials and tribulations, life was passing us with a fierce force.

So going back to the mother land was pushed back and back, until we could see a reprieve. Then, finally we make that trip back home. After months of shopping (gifts) and packing we arrive in Colombo around midday, June 2006. The strong waft of humidity and hot air came piercing through the corridors, with a rush and urgency. Leaving a country in the middle of winter to arrive for this was pretty hard.

It was pretty brutal weather for the next couple of weeks. Boys were really struggling with the weather and food (too spicy for their tender tongues). The mosquitoes were ruthless, it didn’t matter if we were sitting or walking they still got us, who knew that they can get you in transit. But the boys were still enjoying different aspects of the trip. This was the first time they were meeting their paternal grandfather. This was the first time they were eating pawkies (bite size Sri Lankan sausages), this was first time they saw a squirrel running up the mango tree. Well, this was first time they saw a mango tree. And that I think is the best thing about travel. Something so mundane for the local is an attraction to the visitor.

The next week or so was going to be in the hill country. Which is where I grew up. The fauna, flora and the weather in the hill country, is absolute contrast to that of Colombo or other parts of the coast. As you go further up from the coast, sea and coconut trees changes to paddy fields and slightly cooler weather. And as you go even further up, Pine trees, water falls, light drizzle and sometimes a cold fog becomes the norm.

I was packing a smaller bag for this trip. My husband had a glance at what I was packing. There were a couple of jumpers, a jacket each, some jeans and long pants, a beenie … “Are you kidding me?” he holds up the beenie, “are you mad? when has it ever been that cold?” After the treatment of Colombo, the boys of course were on dad’s side. “yeh mum”

I started to doubt myself too. It was a long time ago since I lived in Talawakelle. I still packed a few things. But for the journey itself, there was no way the boys were going to rug up. So the two of them were in a singlet, a pair of shorts, and a pair of thongs (okay for non aussies, they were not wearing what you are thinking of and going oh my, it is just a pair of flip flops, slippers, a footwear with just strap or what ever else you want to call them). Okay you can have another laugh, we call them thongs.

They were enjoying the scenery. After our lunch stop we didn’t need the A/C. It was starting to drizzle. It was starting to get cold as well. We stopped for tea and cake. And there was a giant tea pot right outside the cafe. A great tourist attraction. Hubby the photographer wanted a photo of this with the boys. The boys were now shivering. You could hear their teeth rattle and hands shivering. They were finding it hard to keep their eyes opened, with the falling rain. Dad still wanted the photo for his Pulitzer collection. Grr… It was obvious that their miniature mother’s anger and annoyance was now growing to a level of that’s enough now.

The boys were so relieved to find that one pair of pants and jumper that their mother had packed for them. Both of them uttered “who would have thought we could have a place like this in Sri Lanka”. Well, the moral of the story is listen to your mother, listen to the woman (okay that’s a bit sexist, well… too bad), listen to the expert.

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If Only, I Could Turn Back The Clock … (part 9)

Posted on Aug 22, 2016Aug 24, 2016 by uma197

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Jana came running back as soon as she heard what unfolded that morning. Mum and cuz Sulo got back from the hospital. An uncomfortable silence kept the room still. We each avoided eye contact. Thangamma served the food for us and served her plate too and sat down with a heave. I am not sure where the food came from either. I cant remember anyone cooking. Maybe it was left overs. We all ate in silence. Even Jana was quiet. She is never quiet. But tonight she was.

What now, another surgery I guess. After dinner Jana and I went to see our cousin Sulo to get some medical know how. I don’t even know who suggested and came up with idea. Cuz Sulo’s house felt heavy too. She never stops singing or humming. But tonight she was all done. We asked her what now? another surgery? She shook her head, “I don’t really know, It may be too close for another surgery”. I think she knew, just that she didn’t really want to know.

I don’t know how long we were there for, and what we spoke about. I think we all just sat in three different chairs and pondered to our selves. We both got back home and went to bed straight away. Jana slept on the next bed. Mum and Thangamma were in the next room. My memory is rather foggy, I can’t even be sure if Thangamma was there that night or for that matter in the morning or had she returned to TRI a couple of days ago. But I know for sure that Jana was right next to me.

I had issues with the clock and sheep the whole night. Sheep kept multiplying and the clock refused to move. I think mum had the same problem in the next room. By five o’clock we both gave up on sleep and sheep, and got to the kitchen the same time. We made our coffees and sat down to discuss what to take for dad. Usually mum would pack fresh clothes and some home cooked food for dad. Velu stayed the night with him. But on this day, we didn’t know what to pack.

We hear Parames Mami’s voice. I think she was relieved to see lights switched on in our house indicating we were up. She never visits us this early.

It’s Dad’s birthday tomorrow. I so, don’t want to continue any further. But I think I ought to. Just because I suppress the memory, it doesn’t mean, that it doesn’t exist or it didn’t occur. I turned fifty this year. I guess I am big girl now. But in my heart I am still daddy’s little girl.

Parames Mami didn’t have to say anything, she just held her arms wide to hug mum, and mum and I started to weep. It’s all a blur after that.

Dad never got to see my funny birthday card. Dad didn’t get a chance to approve (or disapprove) Ganesh. Although I have a feeling he knew something. He did mention to me once, quite randomly, “Ganesh is a nice boy isn’t he?”. I really like to think he did and he was happy for me. More than anything, Dad never got to meet his two amazing grand kids and vice versa. I have in time learnt to accept it as, “it’s fate”, “it was not meant to be”.In actual fact, it is just chants copied from others as a coping mechanism.

All this from start to finish, was just sixteen days. The clock was ticking and turning a day at a time. Each day with a twist, turn and at times with another nail for the box. We had no idea, that the clock was still ticking. Even when we thought that it had stopped and time had stood still, it was really still ticking.

This story has no happy ending. But, I guess that is life, it doesn’t always give you the results you demand or deserve. We just have to remember the ticking clock stops for no one, make the most of life while it’s still ticking.

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If Only, I Could Turn Back The Clock … (part 8)

Posted on Aug 22, 2016Aug 24, 2016 by uma197

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After mum and Cuz Sulo left for the hospital, Velu, Thangamma and self started on the cleaning. For the rest of the world they were just two hired aides, but for mum and dad they were like family, for V and T as well, mum and dad were like surrogate parents, they cared for dad not just for the pitiful salary they earned, but because they were treated like equal humans, they knew this was a couple who genuinely cared for their well being.

In most houses, they were not allowed to sit on your normal sofas, the aide/help would either have a small stool or they would sit on the floor, they would have separate plates and drinking glasses, slightly inferior in quality, may even have a chip on them. Never in par with the owners of the house. It was never the case in our house. Dad felt a terrible sadness and guilt at the plight of the poor. Time to time Dad would talk about it and say to me, “I know I can’t save them all, in the scheme of things, maybe what I or us as a family, what we do, may not make a difference, but for that one person that we helped, it would make the world of difference”. I know he was just repeating what he had heard or read somewhere. But within him, he wished he could change the world, or at least this society, change the way people treated each other. He would say “it costs the same to smile at a rich man and a poor man”.

I think the above paragraph is my procrastination or hesitation to write what happened next. Where I was going with all that was, V and T were as excited as me of the arrival of dad. I was holding the ladder for Velu who was now attacking the cobwebs on the ceiling. Thangamma decided to leave us with the cleaning, she wanted to make some cutlets (a Sri Lankan delicacy – fish balls), it was dad’s favourite. And it would be a great thing to serve to guests who would visit.

The phone rang. It sounded the same as when dad rang to say that he was coming for my birthday, then again it sounded the same when he rang to say that he was not coming, he was unwell. The ringtone never changed, just the tone of the messages kept changing. It wasn’t me who answered the phone, my cuz’s mother-in-law did. So, I don’t know the exact words that were parted by my cousin.

It wouldn’t have mattered anyway. I don’t think I heard all the words. Parames Mami (cus sulo’s mother-in-law) came up the stairs. She called my name out as she came up the stairs. She was out of breath. But she, does pay us random visits like this all the time. So, I didn’t think much of that. I answered “Om mami” (meaning yes aunty), She told Velu to come down the ladder, not sure what happened after that. I am not sure if I was sitting or standing, what words were used. No, I can’t remember the chain of events.

Dad had another aneurysm the night before. He had gone into a coma. Cuz Sulo unaware of all this had skipped to his bedside joyfully with Hi mama (uncle). She was surprised that there was no response . There was no smile on Dad’s face. Just a fixed gaze to the distance. She knew there was something wrong. She looked at his bed notes. It was really wrong. She had a chat to the nurses, and her worst fears were confirmed.

Parames Mami asked all the cooking and cleaning to be stopped for now. Well, no one was in the right frame of mind to continue anyway. She told me to get ready and we were going to the temple. I obeyed. No tears as yet. I was dumbfounded. Wish Jana was with me at that moment. She had just left that morning to see her dad and brother. Not sure what Velu and Thangamma did after that. I left for the temple.

We did some pooja’s in dad’s name. It was all rather mechanical. I just repeated the rituals as others performed. After all the poojas, touching the idols, kneeling on the ground, flowers, pottu ( red powder and yellow paste in separate containers, you use your middle finger to dip in to these containers and wear it on your forehead), we sat down to meditate on our own. I could feel the tears escaping my eyes and now rolling down my cheeks. I dipped my head, so no one could see me crying. I can’t remember the conversation between god and me. I didn’t bother asking him “Why me? What did I do wrong ?” I just wanted him to fix it. I was asking him very humbly. I was scared of getting him on the wrong side, didn’t want to jeopardize my chances. I will do anything, I will give up anything. I was trying to bribe god. I understand the stupidity of it now. But I didn’t then.

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If Only, I Could Turn Back The Clock … (part 7)

Posted on Aug 20, 2016Aug 24, 2016 by uma197

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Even in the hospital Dad couldn’t help himself. He was still the same old man, who hated the societies preferential treatment to the have’s and the have not’s. As he had “Dr” in front of his name all the attendants and nurses treated him well. Unfortunately, his neighbour was not privy to the same, sometimes even the basic requests were ignored. The guy next to him related to us that couple of nights ago, he had no water and the nurses had just ignored his several requests, Dad almost had a tumble trying to give him water from his jug. Dad had even shared some of the food that mum had taken him. That guy was so grateful. But dad was annoyed and a tad bit ashamed that he was treated well and the other not so. If Dad was alive and living in Australia now, he would have been so happy. So, happy to note that there was a society where you are an equal in a Public Hospital. In fact you are an equal in most places.

I wrote letters to my uncles who were living far away, telling them that Dad has pulled through, that Dad was coming home tomorrow. What a whirlwind of events. But, we knew, it was a long way from us returning back to TRI (Tea Research Institute) or to a normal life. There was suggestion that he could do light duties in Colombo with the Tea Board. We knew he was still fragile, but he has pulled through the biggest hurdle. We will make sure that he doesn’t set back in his old workaholic habits. We will take care of him. Dad’s 53rd birthday was coming up at the end of the month. We will celebrate it, as we never have. I saw a funny birthday card in the shops, something about old age, so I bought it then and there. Life was good again.

I was thinking this was going to be our last evening visit to the hospital. Dad was coming home tomorrow evening. How sweet does that sound. Dad had worked out what needs to be done. He wanted mum and Cuz Sulo to come in the morning with several cakes from “Green Cabin” a popular cake shop and some good tea(leaves)from Tea Research Institute. He had a list of doctors, nurses and attendants to whom he wanted to give gifts.

He asked Velu (a man assistant given to us by TRI), Thangamma (our long time maid) and myself to stay back and clean the house, as he expected many visitors. He told us the number of people he had invited to our house in TRI. Not just for a meal, these invitations were for them to come and stay with us and have a holiday. He was in an elated mood. So were we. Much better than him confused and disoriented. I shake that memory off, just celebrate girl, that was just a bad dream, I said to myself.

*Note: for the benefit of those who have not read the first 6 parts of this story, at present we were living in Colombo in one of my cousin’s house, our usual place of residence is Talwakelle (upcountry 4.5 hr drive) where TRI is situated).

The driver was a touch late to pick mum and cuz Sulo. My cuz wanted to be in the Hospital before the surgeons finished their rounds, so she could speak to them. So she asked to be first dropped off in the hospital, before the cake purchases. Mum, decided to follow my cousin to the wards, so she could pack dad’s clothes, toiletries etc and take it with her before going for the cakes. Her thinking was so when taking dad, their hands would be free to concentrate on taking dad to the car safely.

The clock had turned back again. The blaring horns of the traffic outside my window sounded the same that night. It was humid, hot and uncomfortable as always. There was no signs to say that the clock had wound back sixteen days. There were no signs at all to say that the roller coaster was now on free fall.

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If Only, I Could Turn Back The Clock … (part 5)

Posted on Aug 15, 2016Aug 24, 2016 by uma197

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Jana was pretty much living at our place now. She made us remember to have a cup of coffee, gave us a purpose to cook a meal. Things had started to brew between her brother and I. Pretty early stages and not the right time open up to mum or dad about this. I couldn’t take the chance of stressing dad out even in the slightest way. Jans’s brother was a nice young lad, but didn’t carry the right resume for some. He was neither an Engineer nor a Doctor. He was in fact a Sailor. He didn’t hide the fact that he liked a drink or two. Even though he didn’t show any signs of being an alcoholic, people were ready to pass judgement because of his pedigree. In spite of the rumors and the cool exterior, to my surprise I found him to be soft, sensitive and an interesting person. His honesty was refreshing. He wasn’t going to pretend to the world. We had a lot in common. Especially our love for the comic books “Asterix” and “Tin Tin”. Our mutual friendship and banter was now turning to something else. Jana was the only one to know and to approve.

If Dad was not unwell, these were all great arguments to put forward, but circumstances were different. I couldn’t upset dad, I didn’t even know if this would upset dad, but didn’t think this was the time to test it. Most Sri Lankan Tamil marriages were still arranged marriages. Not necessarily to complete strangers, mostly to some one from the same village, a distant relative etc. But, still the main operators were your parents. Dad was not entirely comfortable with this. He has in the past said to me, the final decision has to be from me. Whenever he sees young couples by the side of the road, or at the Botanical Gardens canoodling, he would say, “now, don’t do that, just bring him home and let me meet him”. I would feel really embarrassed and would yell back “DAD”. Thinking back most dads were not this liberal. I think it was his complete trust in me, the complete confidence that his daughter was smart enough to know right from wrong and wasn’t going to do anything stupid. Daddy’s little princess never wanted to break that trust.

Jana was my friend as well as a relative. I am not going to explain lineage, as we joke about this, we feel it’s not a family tree rather a vine, a vine in a thick overgrown forest. So their family, including Ganesh (Jana’s infamous brother) were all well known to mum and dad. By now Ganesh has become a regular visitor to our house, with the excuse of giving his sister a lift or what ever else. Mum was rather fond of the two. Which was a good thing, but I have seen in many cases things going pear shaped, when it came to who was good for your daughter.

So our love or affection at this stage had to be held back after an eye contact and locking of a mutual glance. And each of us knowing to leave it there. Although no words were exchanged his actions spoke volumes. No, he didn’t buy me roses, instead he would buy my dad books. Huh! says you. Let me elaborate. Ganesh visits my dad at hospital and asks dad if he wants anything. Dad loved the fact that Ganesh was a great reader, knowing this dad asked Ganesh if he could bring his some books. He meant Ganesh’s own books to borrow. But someone wanting the brownie points bought new books and took it to my dad. Yet another inside joke.

In a world of elaborate gestures and the most expensive and expansive proposals, our’s would look the most pathetic of romances. But, my man didn’t have to build me the Taj Mahal to tell me how he feels, his small gestures and the awkward looks were enough and spoke volumes.

I am not sure how we got to the hospital, was it the TRI driver or Ganesh? Not sure, but Ganesh was there and so was Jana. We were pensively seated and at times pacing in the corridor. I accompanied a corpse in the lift. For the attendants this is just routine, they don’t feel the need to be sensitive, respectful or any other special way to treat the body nor the people around. I shock that thought that popped in my head “no it’s not dad, don’t even go there”, while in the corridor, saw a few more bodies being wheeled while the attendants spoke about lunch break.

Again the clock was ticking, but the time was refusing to move.

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