Wednesday, September 24, 2025

Invitation for a meal!

 A few years ago, I met an old friend at the Delhi airport. I was on a five-day official visit to Delhi and was happy to bump into a friend after nearly 10 years. We were colleagues at a company in Delhi where I was working at the time. After exchanging pleasantries, my friend said,

 

“ Hey, why don`t you drop in for dinner one of these days. I will be at the station for the next week. It will be great to go down memory lane. Give me a `ping`. I will ensure that Rama cooks your favourite Rajma chawal”

 

I am always suspicious of such vague invitations.  When I rang up the friend the next day and got him on the line after several attempts, he said he was busy with some unexpected development and that he would call back. But he never called.

 

Another experience I had was much worse. This friend invited my wife and me for dinner on a specific date and asked us to arrive around 8:00 pm. As a person who believes in sticking to time, my wife and I reached the friend`s home and rang the bell. After a few minutes, his wife, dressed in a nightie,  opened the door.

 

She said, “ What a pleasant surprise. Raghu did not tell me that you are coming. Please come in and take your seats. I will be back in a few minutes”. So saying she went in and came back dressed in a saree. After the usual preliminaries, we hesitantly told her that we were visiting because her husband  Raghu had invited us for dinner. She was shocked and embarrassed. Even before she could gather her wits to respond to us, in walked Raghu,  who seemed to be equally shocked to see us. Clever guy that he was, he said,

`Sorry Raj,  I thought I had invited you for dinner tomorrow. Did not expect you today.” While his wife was frowning and gave him a dirty look, Raghu tried to save the day.’ No problem, yaar.  It is too late for Meena to cook a meal. We will go out for dinner. Where do you want to go? Bikanervala or Agarwal`s?” Both my wife and I felt miserable, but could not back out of the invitation to dine out.

 

After I settled down in Nana Nani, the Senior Citizen Home where I live now,  I rarely go out. On the rare occasions  I go to attend a Rotary or some club meeting, I meet old friends. On one occasion, when a friend asked me to come home for meals,  I  told him. “ I will. Please tell me a specific date and time. As a VIP ( Velai Illadha Paya- a man without any work) I have all the time in the world. It will be my pleasure to enjoy a meal in your family`s company,” I added, “ Please tell your wife to keep the menu simple. All that I need for lunch is 2 chapatis, dhal,  some sabji and a glass of buttermilk. If it is dinner time, any one tiffin item is good enough to fill my shrunk tummy ( the interior and not the exterior )”

Needless to say, I am still awaiting his invitation to the meal.

 

Lesson: It would be advisable to discreetly check with the wife before accepting an invitation for  meal from an  overenthusiastic friend.

 

 

 

Tuesday, September 16, 2025

Mythili Seshadri - Will power matters in life!

  I consider most Indian women to be human dynamos.  The number of things they pack in a day`s work is amazing. They work 24x7x365 days. There are no Sundays or holidays for them. For those who do some jobs in addition to managing a home, life is even tougher. There are millions of them in the world. What makes  64-year-old Mythili Seshadri stand out in this crowd is her will power to do things she enjoys doing despite a Liver condition, which calls for her to be extremely careful in her food habits, medicines that she can take, and also the kind of activities she can undertake.

Right from her college days in Coimbatore, where she was born and brought up, she was inclined towards social service. She was actively involved both in the National Service Scheme ( NSS) and Community Social Service (CSS), which was to influence her career choice later in life.  Her marriage at 24 took her to Bombay, where her husband, a successful advertising professional, was working. While she was brushing up on English speaking skills,  she decided to get a B Ed from the Bombay Teachers Training College and qualify herself as a teacher.

` I was thrilled when I learnt that out of 1600 applicants, only 100 had been shortlisted and I was one of them,` says Mythili.

Arrival of her son within two years of her marriage prevented her from taking up any teaching assignments in Mumbai. The family moved to Chennai in 1988, where she was to realize many of her dreams over the years.  As a person who cannot sit at home idly, in her spare time she learnt Shorthand, Typing, Tailoring & Embroidery. It was in 1997, a friend influenced her to consider teaching special children. She joined  Vidya Sagar, a school for special children in Chennai, as a volunteer in their Vocational Rehabilitation Unit.  Her formal training in Tailoring and Embroidery helped her become instrumental in starting the Tailoring unit in Vidya Sagar. She taught the students to make drawstring bags,  scrunchies ( cloth rubber band), hand towels to name a few. These were done using the scrap materials given by a boutique in the neighborhood.

`I was delighted when I found that some of the students I had trained were given jobs in a well-known  Boutique, where they did well. But I also realized that, being a mere volunteer, not an employee, you are not taken seriously by the management.  So I decided to get a formal qualification as a special educator by joining `Bala Vidyalaya`, a school for the hearing impaired,  and did a one-year diploma in Teaching Young Hearing  Impaired, a course which is recognized by the `Rehabilitation Council of India`.

 Along the way, she also completed two short-term courses in Alternative and Augmentative Communication conducted by Vidya Sagar.  After working in Bala Vidyalaya for a couple of  years, she decided to quit and started teaching language therapy to children with special needs at home. Her students also included children with additional disabilities like mental retardation, autism, cerebral palsy besides being from different age groups. This one–on–one therapy helped children who cannot hear and speak to get integrated into mainstream schools. 

`It was tough because these children do not understand direct communication, but respond to alternative methods of teaching where you patiently take them through several stages using different props to make them understand things. The course also involved training the parents of such children so that they can continue to practice the lessons at home. It was heartening when, after two years of training, they were ready to be integrated into mainstream schools. That is the biggest satisfaction from the job I got.` However, since teaching such children necessitated speaking loudly, she developed vocal cord problems, which posed the danger of Mythily losing her ability to speak. So reluctantly, she had to give up a career she loved so much.

This setback did not deter Mythili from pursuing other interests, which helped her bring out the inherent creativity in her. She channelized her creative abilities by involving herself in making handicrafts and a variety of cloth bags, curtains, etc.  Most of these items were made from waste cloth and other waste materials, thus furthering the concept of `Waste to wealth`. However, she did not do it as a regular business but produced bags, curtains from old saris, wall hangings, plastic bag dispensers, to name a few, based on specific demands from friends and relatives.

Mythili says, “I stitch my blouses, salwars myself. By not depending on the tailor,  I save money and time chasing him. I use the scraps from these to make other patchwork items  like cushion  covers, pouches, potholders, etc.”

While she was busy creating useful items from waste clothes, another friend introduced her to the fascinating world of `Quilts`, which again opened up opportunities for converting used clothes into mattresses, table runners,  wall hangings, etc. For this she had to attend a training workshop run by `The Square Inch(TSI)` in her neighborhood before she could start working on the quilts. She participated in  the  First International Quilt Festival held in Chennai, in 2019 where her quilt titled `Pinwheel in a square inch` was displayed. It was made using more than 5000 cloth pieces, each  measuring one square inch.  Since then she has participated in 3 International Quilt Festivals organised by The Square Inch.

When I asked her about the process of making a quilt, she said, ` I first think of an idea,  convert the idea into a picture/drawing, then look for materials to make the quilt, and then get into action. I used an old saree to create a quilt to cover the Diwan set in my home. Similarly, I made curtains out of old cloth materials. Every quilt is like a piece of art. I thoroughly enjoy making them` says Mythili. She is currently active in the informal group of quilt makers in Chennai.

Mythili`s childhood dream of becoming a dancer came true when she was in her early fifties.  She joined a dance school in her neighborhood which was providing dance training for senior citizens, ranging in age from 50 to 80.. She became a part of the group from the school, which was invited to perform at the temple & other festivals in the city.

Mythili did all the above while busy bringing up her son & daughter, who are both married and blessed her with four lovely grandchildren. A most interesting aspect of her life is the fact that she never appointed a ubiquitous maid servant, not even a part-time one,  to help her  with some of the household chores. Where did she get the energy for this? Her reply sums up the practical woman that she is: `I did not have any maid servant all these years because I realized early that dependence on them can cause unnecessary anxieties and tensions. My day is not affected by the idiosyncrasies of a maid. With a strong willpower as my strength,  I have been managing the home and my outside interests. Having a two-wheeler of my own has also helped me  in being independent  to  move around  on assignments.`

Mythili also gives full credit to her supportive husband for encouraging her to do whatever she enjoys doing.  As they say, there is always a man behind a successful woman and vice versa

 

Monday, September 8, 2025

SHORTS IN THE DARK

 I saw a programme of short plays in English, ranging from 15 minutes to 20 minutes each, at a Show titled `Shorts in the dark` organized by Coimbatore Arts and Theatre Society, this Sunday. This society, founded by K.V.Siddhartha, has been promoting the amateur stage in Coimbatore. All the plays directed by different directors were good, but only a few actors stood out for living their roles. Among the five plays I saw, while I liked the play `In search of truth` featuring the husband and wife team of Shakthi and Gaury Chakravarthy, I felt, like many others in the audience, that  `The Waltz`, the last play to be  the best play among the five I saw, with a contemporary theme scripted by Mr.Vithal Rajan, an octogenarian writer and activist who lives in Coonoor and directed by Rohini Sivalingam a professional story teller and writer.

 My younger daughter, a performing artist and a well-known professional storyteller in the family, acted as the old lady and Pradeep Yuvaraj, a business storyteller, as the old man. It was a demanding role for both, and I must say that both did not act but lived their respective roles. The intense emotion shown by Sowmya in the last scene brought tears to the eyes of many in the packed audience. My elder daughter, Kavitha, the visual artist in the family,  had come from Chennai specially to see her younger sister excel in the role she played.

The programme was held in the ITC Welcome Hotel on Race Course Road, which was the Venue Partner. There was a packed audience consisting of friends and relatives of the performing artists, who had paid Rs.1,500 each to witness not only some good plays but also indulge in the sumptuous snacks provided during breaks and a delicious lunch, provided by the hotel, after the show. Food for the mind and the stomach indeed! It was a time well spent on a Sunday morning.