tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-26424609532201965042024-03-05T23:46:30.785+05:30RaindropsYamini Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084672177232305042noreply@blogger.comBlogger85125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642460953220196504.post-35216456622408050162020-02-12T08:34:00.000+05:302020-02-12T09:06:41.368+05:30Food for thought<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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I walked home and opened the neatly packed parcel. There were two parathas, two kebabs and two types of chutney. The food was delicious and filling for a hungry stomach. </div>
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There were some news websites and channels that displayed "how freebies won over real issues". Really? </div>
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Aren't electricity and water or quality education and healthcare real issues? These are what the citizens deserve for the taxes they pay. Call them freebies when parties offer free bicycles, laptops, television sets or saris. </div>
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Yesterday if I had ordered food online, I may have got a less tasty fair for more cost with GST. Yes, I could afford it. But if I get an option to make my life easy, wouldn't I opt for it? </div>
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Delhiites did the same. They opted for a government that shared their burden and made their life a bit easier.<br />
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Placing people and work over politics and hatred helped the party; not freebies.</div>
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Yamini Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084672177232305042noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642460953220196504.post-40808288246829470932019-04-27T22:22:00.000+05:302019-04-27T22:22:44.880+05:30A to Z challenge - W for Window sights<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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My first fascination in life. As a kid, during our rare family outings, my brother and I would fight for the window seat in the public transport bus. I would be super thrilled when I grab one (with no premium charge!).</div>
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Harsh wind beating against my face never bothered me. I would hold on to the narrow rod on the bus window and look at trees, shops, electric poles and people whizzing past as the bus gained speed. </div>
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The fascination only grew with me. When I went home on my first vacation from Chennai where I started working, I was in the second class sleeper compartment of a train. It was April and scorching in Chennai. When I got up after a sleepless night in train, the window sights were so refreshing. The train had reached Palakkad. </div>
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Lush green fields were running past and the whiff of fresh paddy was wafting across. The first feeling of homecoming came in through that open window of the train compartment.<br />
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Another instance I was traveling from Bangalore to Mangalore by Karwar Express. It was day train and I was in AC chair car. Tired after working late in the night, I dozed off in the train for a while. When I woke up, what I saw seemed a dream. Clouds descending on blue hills... </div>
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Then it was the abundance of green fields in Punjab, the serenity of Uttarakhand or the stillness of Bihar villages... I make sure I don't sleep or read if the travel is day time </div>
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The sights, sounds and light that seep in through any window bring along a unique feeling of life that goes on outside. </div>
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Yamini Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084672177232305042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642460953220196504.post-50313041741294537062019-04-25T17:00:00.002+05:302019-04-25T17:00:22.710+05:30A to Z challenge - V for Vacation<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Once upon a time, it was just the summer vacation. The hope that kept us going through every 10-month session in school. Back then parents never worried about children forgetting the lessons during vacation and hence didn't send us for tuitions to prepare us for the next academic year. </div>
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We spent our time exploring nature and enjoying outdoor games through the day, and watching our fill of TV programs in the evenings. There was a pineapple jungle, a cashew forest and paddy fields to explore. There were mango trees all around to discover new tastes. There was a lilly pond from where we would return with huge bunches of waterlilly in our hands. There were narrow streams running through fields and coconut groves that had a particular variety of tiny fish that would leap up to the surface of water to gobble up the white frothy balls of our saliva we collect in mouth and spit out on to the water. </div>
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After school, vacations shrunk. Life was more unpredictable after every sessions. After Bachelor's degree, there were uncertainties of what next. Still the vacation was well-spent. I had a bunch of cousins and kids from the neighborhood for company. End of teens or early adulthood never prevented me from enjoying fun games with them, our most favourite being hide-and-seek and touching-the-tree game.</div>
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Then it was the short vacations between four semesters of post-graduation. I continued to indulge in my favourite games and chat sessions in the evenings. A half-wall was our meeting point. Plots of lands weren't divided by huge walls then. It was just the base of walls that divided the plots. One such base was our adda. </div>
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We would also play the indoor game of king-queen-police-robber outdoors. During summers, raw mangoes, rose apples, custard apple, cashew fruit and sometimes jackfruit would add taste to our sessions. All fresh from our backyard.</div>
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In 2004, I started working. First in Chennai, later Bangalore and now Delhi. Thus, after student life, vacations meant home. The short trips with friends I count as a different holiday. Initially it was a week or 10 days I would get every 4 months or so. From Delhi, the frequency has reduced to twice a year -- of two weeks each. </div>
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Whatever the duration is, vacations mean that whiff of fresh air, inhaling that aroma of fresh rain, enjoying whatever is left of the green environs and catching up with friends and family. Mostly, reliving those carefree days... </div>
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The time four friends from South India chose to visit Darjeeling wasn't, however, the best. It was peak winter in January 2015 when we landed there. The minimum temperature was around 3 degrees Celsius. Jackets and woollens from the South weren't sufficient for such harsh winter. Still we enjoyed the stay in the Hills, at an army guest house. </div>
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The previous night of Tiger Hills visit, one among four of us withdrew. She declared that she wasn't coming with us for the early morning trip. We tried to coax her into it but she didn't budge. We had to leave the guest house at 4.30am. </div>
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Another expression of joy from the crowd signalled the sun rising from the other side. And the glow on the peak opposite grew. It was just breathtaking. We were speechless. Nature was at its best. None of our cameras captured the moment as our hearts did. </div>
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I hit bed around 3.30am daily after working till 2am. The sounds that accompany me to the bed are of trucks rushing through the road nearby and the occasional chorus music of stray dogs. </div>
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At the exit station, there are electric rickshaws vying for space. The rickshawallahs call out for people and once they get five passengers, it is the struggle to get out of the area. As one rickshaw is filled, others look to push their vehicle to the spot closer to the metro gate, banging against other vehicles in the process. And a heated exchange between the two rickshawallahs ensues. </div>
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The 5-6 minute ride may take longer depending on the traffic. Other than Sundays, the erickshaw makes its way through a sea of vehicles, with the engine noise and honking reverberating in the air. </div>
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At workplace, the chatter of colleagues, occasional burst of laughters, shouting across desks during peak hours, and what not. When I call it a day, my brain would be buzzing with all the sounds it had to process during the day. </div>
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Goes the 1956 song <a data-saferedirecturl="https://www.google.com/url?q=https://youtu.be/xZbKHDPPrrc&source=gmail&ust=1555784218006000&usg=AFQjCNHr-Kyg6MDdufCjQ-5SvvJ7N_ZY8A" href="https://youtu.be/xZbKHDPPrrc" rel="noreferrer" style="color: #4285f4; text-decoration-line: none;" target="_blank">https://youtu.be/<wbr></wbr>xZbKHDPPrrc</a></div>
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It is my mantra during all highs and lows... Nothing more needs to be written... Just believe in it! </div>
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After several such instances, I felt she was taking advantage of it. She would come to my house asking for water and when I give her water, she would narrate some story and ask for money. One was that her son was falsely implicated in a case and jailed. Another time, she wanted help to consult a doctor as she was unwell. Then it was her grandchild who was sick, etc. </div>
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The fresh bundle of clothes that arrives from laundry carries with it the aroma of my grandmother's wardrobe where all her Mundu and neriyathu (traditional Kerala wear) were neatly arranged. </div>
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The scent of jasmine flowers has many associations that instantly transports me to my childhood. And later the city I started working -- Chennai. It was the scent of evenings in Chennai.</div>
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The smell of wicks burning in brass oil lamps reminds me of temple visits years ago... The heat and sweat when we light the huge lamp with hundreds of wicks for the evening puja. </div>
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The aroma of crushed cardamoms meant Amma making payasam at home. The scent of cashews roasting on embers that waft across our lane would make us run home from school. Even the evenings and mornings had different smell then. So as rainy days and sunny days. </div>
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The best time to be in Kerala, which otherwise has only summer as a season. When my friends rue over black clouds rolling across the sky calling it depressing weather, I would be enthralled. </div>
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There was a time when rains brought down immense joy. When e spent time jumping into the water-filled shallow manure pits around coconut trees in our backyard. The tender grass below would provide enough care for our young feet. </div>
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As the rain lasts longer, the puddle would widen, eventually filling an entire area of our coconut grove, making it look like a backwater. Then emerges water springs at certain locations. The way fine sand makes way for the water springs was a sight to watch. We would dig the area further so as to trace the origin of the spring that comes out tickling our little fingers. </div>
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When playing and flying kites on the fields where harvest is over, it is the race against the rain. Dark clouds would roll over snatching away the bright evening from us and we hear the storm buzzing from far. We sprint home to protect our kites that we made spending hours, especially to get the thread knot right that enables it fly steady. As the buzz grows, we garner pace and finally crash on to the verandah of our home as the rain beats down. </div>
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With global warming and climate change intensifying, it has affected rain patterns also. Sometimes it is downpour that lasts for days, flooding the tiny state and sometimes it is scanty rainfall that leaves the state scorching for months together. </div>
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Drop a msg. Will reply later</div>
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Yamini Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084672177232305042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642460953220196504.post-62953474215465651262019-04-12T22:14:00.000+05:302019-04-12T22:14:07.917+05:30A to Z challenge - K for Kittu<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Kittu aka Jackie. Kittu for me, Jackie for kids in the colony. He came to my life when I shifted to the present rented accommodation in East Delhi in 2016. </div>
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One among the many stray dogs in the colony I befriended, he was initially skeptical to strike a friendship with me. Soon he added meaning to my mornings. I would often wake up to him whining at my gate gently, in an indication to open it for him. </div>
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I would open the gate, he would dash into the bathroom outside my house that was unused. I would keep it clean for him to sleep after a light meal and water I offered him. </div>
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I would pet him for a while, brush him, which he loved, and often bathe him, which he hated. Then he would snuggle up in his favourite corner and ignore me. He showed the maturity of his age (he was around 12 years old then) by not indulging in any mischief like younger dogs did.</div>
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When I start for work in the afternoon, I'd call him from my door. I would speak in Malayalam, my native language -- "Kittooo, I'm leaving... come, I need to lock the gate." And he would come running and wait for me to put on my shoes. Both of us would leave the place together. He would get another handful of pedigree if his nap was too long.<br />
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And it all ended. I was away at home on vacation for two weeks. Usually when I get back from vacation, he would come running and express his joy of meeting me after long. But in September 2018, when I got back from vacation, it was different. He didn't come to me. I didn't have the heart to ask my neighbours as I feared something worse. </div>
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It wasn't just a fragrance then... As a school child when I was fascinated by the long strings of white flowers that adorned a girl's braids. </div>
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Summer vacation was the time when the jasmine vines were decorated with buds. By evening, girls would set out for the jasmine pandals (as we used to call them) in the neighborhood. </div>
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We learned from our grandmother how to pluck the mature buds that would bloom the next day. She also taught us how to tie them in a long string using fibre from plantain tree. It is easier to tie them as buds; not when fully bloomed. There were different varieties with slim buds, fatter buds and the one with layers of petals. The fragrance differed with each variety.</div>
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Refrigerators were not common then. We would hang the long string of buds on trees that would be a thick string of flowers by morning. The aroma would waft across the area. </div>
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Sometimes we wouldn't want the buds to be open fully. Then we would fold the string of buds in a fresh plantain leaf and keep it overnight. The result will be flowers in half-bloom, which used to be a hit among girls then. The highlight was that it would retain the aroma and remain fresh throughout the day. </div>
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It was in Bengaluru that I was introduced to app-based cabs. Radio cabs, as they are called, met with stiff opposition from local taxi drivers in respective cities.<div>
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Reaching hospital or airport at the oddest of hours is not a worry any more. No more disappointment over not being able to attend a party just because of the venue is in a corner of the city strange to me. 'Directionally challenged' as I call myself, these cabs have induced a new confidence in me to explore unknown terrains. </div>
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What I miss receiving and giving the most -- handwritten words. </div>
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It may read as a continuation of my previous blog on greeting cards. Because handwritten words were immediately associated with the long letters I used to write till the Gmail era. </div>
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A prolific letter writer, I would never let my friends who were far miss any happenings in my life. Writing the way I talk, my letters were always long. Very rarely I stopped with one sheet of paper. Mostly it ran into 6 pages, which could be sent at the minimum cost of postal envelope then. There were occassions when my friends had to cough up an amount to receive my letter that weighed extra. </div>
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The huge unches drooping down seemed unusual. At some point I exulted on discovering that they were in fact roses. One of my friends refused to agree and others were not sure. Our cab driver put an end to our argument by confirming they were roses. I got goosebumps when I finally saw them close and got to touch them at the garden of our hotel. </div>
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The floral surprise had just begun. The varieties Kashmir offered us were mind blowing. Three days of sightseeing offered us some thousand colours... If colour therapy works, all you should do is visit Kashmir during spring. </div>
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Political parties are trying their best to woo the voters. Parliamentarians are visiting their constituencies like never before. They have perhaps made up for their absence of four and half years in the past two months. </div>
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It's a big business too. Projects that were signed just before the model code of conduct came into force are going on in full swing. Small time traders to big players who deal with election paraphernalia are making hay. </div>
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Amid all this, the biggest strength of democracy -- the people -- are swamped with promises of a better tomorrow that never reached after similar promises every five years earlier.<br />
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Yamini Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084672177232305042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642460953220196504.post-42383371497253552732019-04-04T16:56:00.002+05:302019-04-04T16:56:50.010+05:30A to Z challenge - D for Dance<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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Swaying to music in rhythm. Letting your soul free through your body. The ultimate joy of being yourself. That's what dance is for me. </div>
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No, I'm not a professional dancer. Nor was I trained in it since young age. I started learning Kathak at the age of 37 and later zumba. I had to give up both after a year and half due to some issues. </div>
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The first para is what the dance classes made me realise after I stopped it. Now I've resumed hunt for a good institute to pursue my passion. I realised in those few months that it's better late than never. There's no stopping you if you want to master something with all your heart. </div>
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When I came to Delhi in 2015 to join a new organisation, the first thing that caught my attention was the ubiquitous cycle-rickshaws. </div>
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The rickshaw wallahs, as they are called, are mostly men. He rarely sports an untorn shirt or a proper footwear with the struggle writ large on his face often. From the comfort of a seat that has a roof behind him, I often feel guilty of the harsh sun that hits him hard. In winters, the sweaters in tatters and torn shoes speak of their struggle.</div>
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I stayed away from the humble vehicle for some days. Then I noticed the pair of eyes shining at the sight of a prospective passenger walking to the apartment gate. He gets ready for another gruelling ride, probably in an empty stomach. I realised I wasn't helping them by staying away. </div>
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Pitched as God's own country by the state tourism department, Kerala is also bandh's own country, albeit in a new name, hartal. Hartal is a toned down version of bandh that came into being after the court made it mandatory for political parties to take prior permission to hold a bandh and so that people aren't inconvenienced much.</div>
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Yamini Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084672177232305042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642460953220196504.post-46748363149556801622019-04-01T05:46:00.003+05:302019-04-02T15:06:07.814+05:30A to Z challenge - A for Ancestral home<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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It was too steep a slope leading home </div>
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Many a times I slipped on the gravel, bruised my knees</div>
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The steps were too high</div>
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Many a times I sat on it, crawled up with my little legs</div>
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I would play under the dining table that was taller than me</div>
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I'd stretch on my toes to see the spread on it, reach the radio in the corner</div>
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Mom would make me sit on the table, feed me dinner</div>
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From the table, my eyes would search the top shelf next to it</div>
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My brother and I would play on the window grills</div>
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Often the monkey act; swinging on the horizontal bars</div>
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We stretched to hold the higher bar </div>
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And were thrilled to reach the next one</div>
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The cupboards were huge, we could hide on the shelves</div>
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The cot was wide, we could roll all around</div>
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The glass dividers on the mosaic floor were wide apart</div>
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My legs hurt as my brother won a hopscotch game</div>
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So high were the parapets; I leaned over it, my legs suspended</div>
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I couldn't reach the wash basin, I washed after meals on our yard</div>
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Standing on the rubber stopper behind the door, we swung it</div>
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The door banged as it ferried us to and fro; that was ecstasy then!</div>
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Terrace turned a pool when it rained </div>
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We blocked the outlets and raced with our paperboats</div>
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Our laughter was drowned in the louder laughter of the rains </div>
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I held by brother's hand to wade through water as if it was a river! </div>
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And then...</div>
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The slope seemed almost plain and steps so short</div>
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The dining table too low and so were the shelves</div>
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We could touch the top of window sill </div>
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And could no longer swing on the grill</div>
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The door shrieked, the cupboards seemed too small to hold us</div>
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Mosaic columns turned just half a step wide</div>
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Cot turned too tiny</div>
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We grew up!</div>
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The house stayed... </div>
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Holding all our giggles and laughter and tears</div>
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Healing our bruises, heartburns and sorrows</div>
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Helping us forget the scoldings and rough weather</div>
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And heartily sending us off as we outgrew it... </div>
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Yamini Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084672177232305042noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642460953220196504.post-80810546509705346222018-10-09T22:09:00.004+05:302018-10-12T22:21:26.193+05:30My #metoo moment<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
In 2005, I was working with a newspaper in Chennai when someone came calling from my hometown, Thiruvananthapuram.<br />
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This person, who held a senior position with a national daily then, was a teacher-figure for me. He taught me the nuances of writing a report a year earlier at a media centre where I worked immediately after my MCJ course. It was of a big event and he supervised the media centre.<br />
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As a post-graduate in communication and journalism who knew more of theory than practical lessons, I was immensely grateful to whatever I learned from him. And I kept in touch with him after I got a job and moved to Chennai from Thiruvananthapuram.<br />
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When he told me about his Chennai visit, I was very excited as if I was going to meet someone from home. It was my first stint away from home and I was missing everything related to it. I was 26 and he may have been in his mid-40s.<br />
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He said we could meet over lunch at the guest house where he was staying. I went there and had a good time over lunch in the guest house restaurant that was just outside his room.<br />
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Post-lunch he said we could sit in the room and talk. I didn't see any danger or awkwardness in it as he was my 'teacher'! To confess, I was too naive with very little knowledge of the outside world.<br />
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I walked in to his room and started appreciating the things I saw there. I was gazing through the window still smiling and talking when he came from behind, held my shoulders and kissed behind my neck. I was startled and turned towards him. He cupped my face and planted a wet kiss on my forehead. I felt the area burnt of insult.<br />
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I scrambled out and left the place. I was hurt deeply and was struggling hard to hold back tears all the way to my hostel in Nungambakkam. I shared the incident with my roommate and later another friend who was working with a regional daily in Kerala. Both of them advised me to not keep in touch with him again.<br />
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I wrote a long mail to him about how the incident hurt me and why I wasn't interested to be in touch with him anymore. He just replied with a one-liner saying he didn't mean "that way". I couldn't take it any other way as I still remember with disgust the tremble in his arms and lips.<br />
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That was the last time I met him or talked to him. Thirteen years later, he now holds a plum post with the same daily he worked then.<br />
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I buried the incident in my memory as I had overcome the trauma it inflicted. Now I feel I have a platform where I must share it.</div>
Yamini Nairhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/03084672177232305042noreply@blogger.com84tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-2642460953220196504.post-9091590389803174992017-12-13T01:44:00.001+05:302017-12-27T01:12:55.219+05:30Senior citizens face harrowing time at IGI airport, New Delhi<div dir="ltr" style="text-align: left;" trbidi="on">
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4.56am on December 10. Two women senior citizens reach IGI airport New Delhi to take Indigo flight 6E 6065 to Thiruvananthapuram at 6.30am.</div>
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The women, aged 62 and 67 years old, were returning home after a short stay in Delhi following a trip to Dubai. They checked in around 5.20am and proceeded to the security gate. </div>
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The women, after their first trip abroad, had couple of bottles of foreign liquor bought from Dubai duty-free shop with them. They carried the bill and bottles in hand. They were unaware that liquor bought from duty-free couldn't be carried in hand at domestic departure, unless it is a direct transfer.</div>
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The personnel on duty took away the bottles and the 62-year-old woman to H gate. The other woman, an arthritic, was left to wait at the main security gate. Both the women couldn't communicate in any language other than Malayalam. The woman left alone was clueless about where they took her companion, her sister in law. Mobile phone had signal trouble and she couldn't inform anyone about the same. </div>
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The 62-year-old who was taken to the H gate was asked to put the liquor bottles in her hand bag and check it in. The staff asked her to unpack all her belongings from her hand bag. They even passed comments about the talcum powder she was carrying. She pleaded with them about her flight at 6.30am.</div>
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Both the women were traveling from Delhi without assistance for the first time and were clueless about navigating in the airport. At the Indigo counter she was told the gate was closed. She went back to the H gate where the staff seized the bottles and allowed her to go, by when <span style="font-size: 13.696px;">the flight had taken off. </span></div>
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<span style="font-size: 13.696px;">The 67-year-old is my mother and the other person, my aunt. I left them at the airport and saw them checking in before I left for home in Mayur Vihar. I tried calling them several times to check if all went well but couldn't reach them due to signal trouble. I was shocked when I got a distress call from my mother at 5.55am to tell me my aunt was taken away and that she was waiting there clueless. I was on way home.</span></div>
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Immediately after that I got a call from Indigo saying these two women were yet to board. Before I could inform them about the trouble, the person who called me disconnected and never attended my calls later. I commuted 27km back to the airport during which I made multiple calls for help. Finally I requested Indigo staff to help them exit and escort them outside. </div>
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My aunt who is a BP, cardiac patient and diabetic, was visibly traumatised while my mother seemed exhausted. </div>
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<b>It is perfectly fine that the personnel did their duty by seizing the liquor bottles. But why did they harass two women senior citizens, leading to them missing their flight?</b> With all due respect to the men in uniform and airlines staff, I was shocked the way they treated my aunt. She had to take medicines to regain her pace after the harrowing time at the H gate. </div>
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I reported the matter to the airport manager who asked me to post a grievance in the air sewa app. I was baffled to know that there's no help for passengers for such a major flaw from the personnel at the airport.</div>
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After multi-level interventions, I got the liquor bottles back, which I wouldn't have bothered about had they got their flight. I had to book another flight for my mother and aunt by coughing up an extra amount of ₹20,000. </div>
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The entire running around and trouble was totally avoidable if the staff had acted sensibly. They could have kept the bottles and let the women go. Knowing that they were helpless, without being able to converse in Hindi or English, they were subjected to unnecessary harassment. </div>
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Experiences like this affect people's confidence in the system. Hope authorities take note so that such incidents don't recur.<br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.696px;">After the above post was shared widely on social media, CISF DIG Shrikant Kishore clarified over telephone that the security personnel were not at fault. Referring to CCTV footage from the area, the officer said the delay happened from Indigo's side. He claimed that immediately after the security check, the passengers were asked to go to the Indigo counter and put the liquor bottles in the checked-in bag. </span><br />
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<span style="font-size: 13.696px;">"We often go out of the way to help passengers. It was bad that the passengers missed their flight but it wasn't a delay from our side," Kishore said. </span><br />
<span style="font-size: 13.696px;"><br /></span>As per the evidence Kishore shared in the form of CCTV images and clippings, m<span style="font-size: 13.696px;">y mom and aunt went through security check around 5.35 am. They were asked to put the liquor bottles in check-in bag. My mother waited there while my aunt was taken from there along with the liquor bottles. It wasn't clear who took her from the security gate.</span><br />
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Later visuals recorded between 5.50 and 5.55am show my aunt being turned away from one airline counter to another. She was visibly traumatised and is seen pleading with them with the boarding pass. I don't have the visuals of what happened at the second counter at 5.55. </div>
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An image later shows the bottles kept at the desk of the airlines counter. The CISF has marked it as the point from where the bottles were later handed over to us. Time isn't clear in the image.<br />
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: x-small;">"We understand that the passengers were only conversant in Malayalam, therefore there was a communication gap between the passengers and our Delhi Airport staff, who tried to communicate the requirement to remove the liquor bottles. IndiGo’s airport staff also immediately sent an internal alert to look for any staff members who could speak Malayalam.<u></u><u></u></span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: x-small;">At IndiGo, our endeavor is to assist our valued passengers at all times, therefore with an intention to help the passengers reach their destination, our airport team offered to accommodate them on the next available flight, subject to payment of applicable charges i.e. the difference in fare and re-accommodation charges, which we understand were accepted by them, and they duly travelled to Thiruvananthapuram."</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: x-small;">- As per the details submitted by the customer relations executive.</span></div>
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<span style="font-family: "arial"; font-size: x-small;">However, they decided to refund half the amount we paid extra for the new tickets in the form of travel vouchers. </span></div>
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