Wednesday, January 26, 2022

A Golden Anniversary sans celebrations!

It was on 26th January, 1972, the Republic Day that both Prabha and I lost our respective freedoms but  acquired partners for life. The  Golden jubilee of our anniversary would have called for a grand celebration. It is not to be  because Prabha left this world on 5th January,2013, three weeks before our 41st anniversary. Since then I have not been commemorating this day. But the golden anniversary calls for a quick review of our married life for 40 years.

 Our married life was like any other marriage. We had our highs and lows, ups & downs, we had our fights, shouting matches, serious differences on issues but we  never allowed any of these to affect our relationship. We followed a simple rule; never carry any  grouse we had for the next day. Every day was a fresh beginning.

 It is true that in the initial years of our married life I was shocked to find that Prabha  did not fit into my social circles because of her problem in communicating in English.  I have described in detail her trials and tribulations on this score in my autobiography and how she came out of it through sheer determination and hard work.  While I had played a role in bringing her out of her shell, the credit for her remarkable turnaround must entirely  go to her!  Because as they say, “One  can take a horse to the water…”

 Though a reluctant starter, Prabha was a fast learner.  Once she got on to something she would  put her heart and soul into the job.  Whether cooking meals for a small family of 5 or for a party of 40 people, or maintaining her garden with hundreds of plants with love and care, attending music classes and learning new songs, or handling any assignment given to her  by the neighbor hood Ladies club or the Inner Wheel, she had proved to be a very dependable and dedicated worker.  Her passion for doing things perfectly had earned her a lot of admirers.

She was a multi talented person who started blossoming in life after the age of 40. Apart from being a wonderful housewife and a good mother she was also active in social work. Above all she had created an identity for herself as an accomplished writer of stories in Tamil with two books of short stories to her credit. Though I was a dutiful husband for the first half of our married life it was in the second half that I truly fell in love with her. I had a ringside view of her evolution from a shy, introverted individual with low self esteem into a confident individual willing to take on any challenge coming her way and excelling in many fields of activities she was involved in she became the dream girl that I wanted to marry. I was really proud of her.

 On the negative side I would say that the obsession she had for maintaining the fairly big house we had, spic and span, sometimes drove every one, especially me, go crazy. Anyone or anything that intruded her daily routine created tension in her.  While it is an excellent quality to be focused, sometime it created explosive situations between us. I was constantly on the receiving end being admonished for things that I had or had not done. But considering the overall good that her hard work did to the household anf thre family, I most often  swallowed  my pride and got on. I suppose that is a part of the adjustment that is expected of a spouse in a married life. No wonder to the outside world we were a model couple.

 If I led a very fulfilling life with a sense of accomplishment, realizing most of my dreams I must acknowledge the  major role played by Prabha in my life. Thank you Prabha for everything.   And pardon me if I had disappointed you on some scores!

 Note: Prabha was not a sentimental person. She never expressed her feelings for people easily.I was never sure about what she thought about me as her husband, until I discovered the following article published in the Golden jubilee souvenir of Inner Wheel Club of Madras South.

 

                                           SUPPORT GIVES STRENGTH

                                              By Prabha Rajan,

 (Past President, Inner Wheel Club of Madras South (1993-94)

Tuck, tuck,  I can hear the sound of the knife hitting the cutting board, in the dining hall.  I am smiling to myself. I know that is my husband cutting vegetables for tomorrow’s cooking.  I have to leave early tomorrow for a meeting and I am preparing my speech.  That’s why he is helping me in the kitchen, so that I can leave early!  Yes, he is such a person that he helps me no matter how busy he may be.  Distracted, I stop my work and my mind goes back to the early days of our married life.

 Brought up by a single parent, I was an introvert, hesitant and shy to talk to any new person.  I was married to an extrovert who was in a top position, in a private company.  I had to converse with all kinds of people, who spoke different languages and who came from different backgrounds.  Entertaining them was the most terrifying job for me.  In all these situations he came to my rescue, he taught me how to decide the menu, lay the table and entertain the guests also.

In the home front, living in a joint family, he would balance both the roles, as a husband and as a son.  Once I remember I was not well and couldn’t get up from bed that morning.  He only said, “Don’t worry, just lie down and sleep for some time.  I will tell mother and help her in whatever way I can”.  Such soothing words made me forget my illness.

 In raising our children, he always gave a helping hand at every stage.  He found time to do a lot of things.  When any of us fell sick, he would be with us at the clinic, or hospital.

 Even as a busy businessman, he would make time to take the children and me out, and fulfilled our every “aasai” (wish)!  As the children became old enough to take care of themselves, he sensed that I was getting bored at home and wanted me to do something; to have an identity of my own.

 He encouraged me to learn music. He discovered my talent for writing and even had my work published. He was the first person to be happy when my stories were published in magazines.

­He persuaded me to join the Inner Wheel Club of Madras South, which introduced me to a whole new world.  I made new friends and my self-confidence grew.  I became the President of the IWCMS in 1993-94.  My success as the President of the Club, motivated me to join the local Ladies Club at Sastri Nagar. I also got involved in other social activities. From just being a housewife I had transformed myself into a confident human being thoroughly enjoying my new social status. For this I not only have to thank my supportive husband but also the members of IWCMS who have always been very encouraging and supportive in all my activities.

 

 

 

 

Sunday, January 23, 2022

My encounter with Omicron!

Though I managed to escape the Covid attack in the first two waves and was happily cruising along following all the SOPs during my outings and getting ready to have a booster dose of Covishield, god had different plans. He decided to give me the booster in the form of Omicron. I don`t think I will need another booster shot in the near future! Since the impact of Omicron is not severe my symptoms have also been mild. Apart from the initial days of extreme fatigue with no fever and some throat infection, I was advised home quarantine by my family doctor, who has also been treating me with medicines. Fortunately, I have a good support system at home to help me with my needs. However, the self-isolation without outside contacts was depressing. I missed my morning walks at Bessy and missed meeting my friends at Saravanas where we usually meet for gossip and custom made Kumbakonam degree coffee served by Velu.

Since yesterday I had finished two weeks of home quarantine and feeling much better, I took permission from my family doctor to visit my favourite temple and attend to some chores. My walking friend Rajamannar, a good Samaritan, accompanied me during this outing. What a relief it was to see the outside world after two weeks. Thank god I did not get into a serious depression mode as some of my contacts have gotten into. I look forward to happier days ahead.

My mind went back to the time when all of us used to get an attack of `FLU ` popularly known as Viral fever every year during the colder season. One member in the family would  get it and soon the whole family would be down with the Viral fever. Talking about the treatment it used to be said that `with` medicines the Viral fever will go away within seven days and `without` medicines it will last for a week.” In other words the disease will last its mandatory stay in your body before disappearing. Nothing to worry. And life went on.

The deadly Corona Virus has changed all that. The devastation it has caused has made people live in constant fear. I hope the Omicron variety, which is spreading fast among people, albeit with low impact, will help people come out of the fear psychosis. Hope 2022 will teach us that Covid is just another form of `flu` and learn to live with it.

Praying God that during 2022 he will help us make up for whatever we have lost in the last two years and live our lives the way we want to live!

 

Friday, January 7, 2022

Ninth Anniversary of a departed soul!

This day ( 5th January) , nine years ago, my life partner for 40 years left this world to join her favourite  god in heaven. Instead of mourning her death I have been celebrating her memory through the activities of Prabha Rajan Talent Foundation  which I started in her memory. I am not having any function this year  to commemorate the day because of the restrictions on holding functions. However I released an  advertisement  in the 2021 Diwali special issues of Kalaimagal and Ladies Special – the two Tamil monthlies  which have supported the activities of PRTF over the years. I am reproducing below the text of the advertisement:

                                                               A Tribute

 When I thought I was being a dutiful husband during the first half of our  married life, you made me realise that I owed you more than that – an emotional connect which I had failed to give you. An explosive letter you wrote to me not only opened my eyes but also made me realize your hidden talents. I encouraged you to come out of your shell. From the shy, introverted housewife you became an inspiration for other women through your writings and your life. With your involvement in social service activities you developed an identity of your own. I was proud of your achievements. Then suddenly, at the height of your multi faceted life the dreaded cancer  snatched you away from me. You were only 61. Instead of mourning your death I decided to celebrate your memory through  the Foundation I started in your name. Today, through the PRTF, I am trying to nurture those talents in other women that had given you your sense of identity and stature in society. Sponsoring a variety of activities to encourage talented writers among women and help them to come into the limelight I want many more Prabhas to blossom in this Society, age no barrier. This is helping me feel your presence every  minute of my life. I  know I can never truly make up for those first 16 years of our married life. But I'm trying.

 

 From your life partner for 40 years 

Monday, January 3, 2022

Marooned, once again!

Once again we are marooned inside our home with water surrounding our independent home in Sastri Nagar, Adyar due to the unexpected down pour yesterday. Water also has entered our main drawing room. Fortunately we had removed the  sofa sets to the study room which is at a higher level. If it continues to rain for a couple of  more  days the possibility of water flooding the entire ground floor are bright, as it happened during 2015. It is indeed a frightening prospect.

The problem this time is that any no of times we try to pump out the water from the compound, it gets flooded again. This is  because the water inside the ground keeps coming out like a spring. It is  from the holes in the pipes we had laid around the house as a part of the Rain Water Harvesting plan we had implemented. Even inside the house water is oozing out of the walls. This phenomenon is happening across Chennai because  the water table has reached the ground level with the result there is no  place for the rain water  to go down.  We are able to bend and touch the water in the open well we have behind our home.  We used to have this problem once in 4 to 5 years during the last 40 years that we have been staying in this house. This time it has happened  twice within a month. The prospects of this happening many times every year because of climate change  in the future  is depressing. It is time we do something to solve this  recurring problem. Is going  for redevelopment and convert the independent home to flats built on stilts a solution? Whatever it is I have to be mentally prepared for the disruption that it is going to cause in my well settled life  post retirement. I am sure my favorite gods will provide an amicable  solution!