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Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts

Tuesday, March 08, 2011

Home is where the heart is ....

Posted by RITA MAJUMDAR (Rita Chowdhury) On 12:42 AM



I was born in a dynamic state called ‘Nagaland’ and it was my abode - my home. Home - where I would come to find my mother cook delicious delicacies, where I was surrounded by my friends, where I always ran away from our two gigantic German Shepard but spoke endlessly to my bunny friend and would spend hours wondering ‘Why doesn't my red nose parrot utter a word?’ also loved every time our dog hunted down our irritating neighbour’s chicken! Home sweet home :-) siggggghhh

As time progressed, I was sealed and parceled to a residential school in India at the age of seven where I went on to spend most of my ‘growing-up’ years amidst the Himalayan ranges, lush Tea gardens, friends and more friends. I never really missed home rather I would miss my hostel - I would miss the endless gossip, miss breaking rules, miss bunking classes. Little did I know that it had become a part of my life, a part so intrinsic only to realize it when it was time to say Adiós! Thereafter, I went on to live in several parts of India either for education or for work. Each destination is still close to me and they were home to me in their own right.

As famous as Mother Teresa who was born in Macedonia yet she adopted Calcutta as her home. As a matter of fact, she never went back to visit her family after she left them at the age of eighteen in the year 1928 or for that matter Body builder, Actor and Politician Arnold Schwarzenegger. He was born in Austria and spent a good twenty one years in Austria but later chose to move to USA and adopted America as his home so much so that he went on to serve as the Governor of California from 2003 - Jan 2011. His love is evident when he said “Everything I have, my career, my success, my family, I owe to America.”

I have a friend who grew up in Bombay and Calcutta (in equal parts) but just like millions and zillions of people around the globe, higher education took him to Germany and now for an assignment in America. While chatting with him the other day, he expressed that he is eagerly waiting to return Home - Germany.  He misses the place, the strong european culture, his friends and everything that spells and smells Germany without dismissing his old love Bombay & Calcutta in no particular order.

The Oxford dictionary explains ‘Home’ as ‘the place where one lives in permanently’ but the day and age that we live in today, I wonder can there ever be a place where we could continue to live permanently? A close acquaintance of ours probably in her sixties or seventies (she keeps me guessing her age all the time) have sold their home which has been her abode for years and will be moving to Minneapolis to be closer to her son and grandchildren and is absolutely thrilled to do so. History stands witness that there was never a thing that was permanent or ever will be and the term is only relative.

We hop cities, adopt countries/state as home because of Love. We are emotional social animals and we will do everything possible to be loved. Home does not signify which countries passport you might hold neither does it signify the concrete palace that you may have lived in or the cars parked outside. Home is about people with whom you may want to share your every Milli-second and never regret about any sacrifices that you may have made.

Home is where your heart is!

Amen.   

Wednesday, March 02, 2011

Rarest of all places...

Posted by RITA MAJUMDAR (Rita Chowdhury) On 3:40 PM


The world wide web is thriving with innumerable sites on travel, tourism, ‘must visit’ destination, honeymoon destination, family vacation spots among others. And it is certain, we are not bored of them and neither will we ever get bored of travel blogs or sites. It is a basic nature of every human being to keep exploring new places. Thus our fingers keeps clicking on the keyboard in quest to find a place that no one has ever heard of  or been to. Maybe the need to search and conquer new worlds has something to do with our ancestors from the prehistoric times who always moved on to fresher pastures to search for richer food sources. Though, I live in a time where every place on the face of this earth might have been discovered, every tiny curve measured, every mood of the sun captured and yet there is a tiny little hope that there is a place waiting to be discovered just by me.

Calcutta (as I have always known) is not a new place for me, it is my hometown. Friends, Coffee House, Nandan, Outram Ghat, Baul music, farmhouse picnics, endless adda (chats),cigarettes and tea in earthen pots are few of the adjectives that describes life as a single college student in Calcutta for me. A life free of all strings, completely vagabond*, rebellious, a wonderland, must have a political opinion, brash language were significant to my existence in Calcutta as a young twenty something. However, higher education pulled me out of my city of joy and for years I stayed away from her. And as I moved from city to city, I never really forgot her nor did I terribly miss her. Eventually, I returned as young engaged working woman but she looked different to me this time. The evenings looked dreamy, Flurys and Peter Cat flattered me, boat rides at the Outram Ghat spelt magic. There was definitely a spring in every step  and the sky was painted in a beautiful pink just like a marsh-mellow, in other words the rebellious nature of the city was replaced by romanticism. It felt like wine and I had no complains!

Interestingly, while it is true that we love traveling and that every individual yearns to travel around the globe, it is also a fact that more often than not we have been accompanied by someone or the other thus making the place of visit special. It is so intriguing to me that how a place can behave in a different mood each time we make a visit to that particular place. As if it was a woman sometime ago dressed in a gorgeous glittering gold dress blowing kisses in the air while on some other occasion  it was a man with rigid rules and regulations. Thus, the person accompanying becomes an important aspect while exploring new places or should I say that we will continue to discover the unknown in known as long as we have the people we love with us. Happy discovering :-)

Do share your experience about people and places with me.



Sunday, February 20, 2011

The keys to Heaven

Posted by RITA MAJUMDAR (Rita Chowdhury) On 2:13 AM


Every time I call home, I always seem to be bombarded by the same set of questions - “How am I managing the household chores on my own?” “Did I burn my fingers while cooking?” “Have I made friends?” and so many more questions that do not even register in my brain. Now that I am actually writing these things in words, I wonder - is there some sort of question bank booklets that are available in the market for folks back in India? Am I posed with these questions since I live far away from the dotting eyes of my in-laws and folks? Whatever, the reason may be but I am always put under the testing grill!

It was one of those days, when I called home and my brain was jammed with all the questions that I was asked. However, I thought I must get on with my chores of the day - so I picked my laundry basket, keys to the cleaner room, told my husband that I was locking him in the apartment since he was in the shower and headed straight for the cleaners downstairs. Once in the cleaners, I dumped all the clothes in to the washer and then I realized that I did not have the ‘detergent liquid’ with me. So I ran out and climbed two flights of staircases, then it suddenly struck me I would not be able to enter the apartment without the keys since I had very conveniently forgotten the keys in the cleaner room. Hence, I ran down only to realize that the doors to the cleaners needed the same set of keys to unlock it which I had very smartly left it inside the cleaners!!! YES, you read it right - I had left the key set in the cleaner room and at the same time I had locked my husband (who was in the shower) up in the apartment and to add to the misery - I was not carrying my cellphone either. WOWW....I am genius!  I chose to blame the phone-call to India for the mishap. I had taken a mental note that I shall never call home till I was over with my household chores.

Nevertheless, I knocked a number of times on the door of our apartment but it was evident that my husband chose that particular miraculous day for a ‘Royal’ shower! I was clueless, do I wait outside the cleaners room or scream for help? I could not spot even one soul at any of the corridors - why would I? It was minus twenty something degrees Celsius and everyone was inside their respective cosy apartment while I stood at the corridor outside the cleaners alone though not freezing yet not cosy enough :-(. AWESOME!

Without wasting another minute, I knocked at one of the apartment door on the first floor, no one answered. It was getting embarrassing for me by now but I chose to try one last time and this time I knocked at apartment # 2, ground floor bang opposite to the cleaners. It was a strategic decision since there was a possibility that apartments furthest away may not believe my story and instead call 911! The mere thought scared me and I certainly did not want myself to run in to any further adventures. I did a very tiny but an honest prayer that someone should open the door and not shoo me away. There were so many thoughts that ran through my mind. It was more like a jungle with all the restless monkeys, elephants and so many other animals. In short, it was a live discovery channel running inside my little brain.

One minute felt like forever, but when the lady did answer - it was like God had opened the doors to heaven! I am not joking :-) She was indeed my life saviour. However, the best part was when I returned back to my apartment, my beloved husband was still in the bathtub taking a ‘Royal Plunge’ oblivious to the blizzard that ran past me!