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Dial 911 for Amma

There was a time, some years ago, when nearly every other month would see some aunt or the other jetting off to the US to assist their daughter during childbirth. The process would start with announcement of the good news followed by frenzied months of preparation. It would kick off with applications for passport and visa. Every new development would be discussed, debated, put to vote and finally taken a decision on. If there was a small item in the Hindu on page 14 about restrictions to the number of visas being given out that particular month, favourite gods would be invoked, sacrifices promised and fasts undertaken in order that such a decision not affect the concerned family member's application.

An auspicious day would be chosen and packing for the trip would commence. Sarees would be chosen, suitcases dusted off, woolens borrowed and dry-cleaned. Contents of the suitcase would be constantly rearranged like a loose-limbed jigsaw puzzle. Half a kilo of thuvaram paruppu would take the place of a sentimental maroon saree when a casual mention during weekly phone calls to the US would reveal that dal prices had risen sharply in the preceding months. There would be the mandatory horror story narrated by another US-returnee who would recall how a ghastly black customs officer refused to let a pack of rasam-podi enter the hallowed grounds of America. And as the big day drew close, the pace would be stepped up. Like a bee hive, the would-be passenger's house would buzz with activity surrounding the trip. Finer aspects of the visit would be nailed in place, numerous rehearsals of the procedure - from check-in to immigration - carried out, farewells would be bid and just as you begin to wonder if they would ever leave, they would. Over the next months, we would hear all about trips to Niagara falls, dollar conversion rates, massive supermarkets, twin SUVs at the garage and 5-bedroom suburban houses. Some years later, when the cousin was having another child, the whole procedure (with the exception of passport application) would be repeated all over again.

Sometimes I wondered why the aunts and uncles were never invited to visit their children at times other than during child birth. Did my cousins not think their parents (particularly the girls') deserved a holiday in the land of milk and honey? And why did the aunts and uncles, despite whispered stories of endlessly lonely days stuck in the house with an infant while the parents went out to work, always seem eager to jump on the next flight westward? Is it because this would be their only chance of visiting the promised land? And a rare opportunity to spend time with their grandchildren?

Such were the thoughts crossing my mind when I called my parents in India last year to tell them that there was to be an addition to our family.

(to be continued...)


Blogeswari said…
ahaaa... kelambittangayya kelambittangayya!

Kamaan.. ulla irukkara singatha veliye konduva.. continue pannu magale continue...
Aim said…
Hmm.............. Quite a question...... Reminded of "the namesake" though not directly...Neways congrats i guess....... Don't be startled, am just a not so regular reader of ur blog....
Red Phoenix said…
A picturesque description of what I might witness with my parents a (lot) few years ahead of my life.... :) Howz the kid and mom doing?
WA said…
BAH I keep asking/begging my parents to visit and they can't be asked :( Turns out that my parents have a busy life in India and the idea of spending a few weeks in a rainy boring place isn't tempting enough. As you get older isn't your life supposed to revolve around children and grandchildren? Hmpf
Aparna Menon said…
Dear ammani,

After reading your blog, i kind of patted myself on my back. I am a single child and i came to US 4 years back...last year my father retired and as a retirement gift i sent my parents to Europe...while most ppl wondered why i wouldn’t ask them to come and stay with me so i can get home made food for some time!!

This year, both my in-laws and my parents came over to US to visit us , just to enjoy the stay and visit places together..(of course the vested interest was that we don’t have to make 2 Niagara trip, 2 NY trips and so on...but anyways...we were all together...)

No kids around yet and no plan for any in the near future...but i loved having the parents around just like good ‘ol times...:)!!
Thought provoking.
Nicely said.
SUMI said…
"Sometimes I wondered why the aunts and uncles were never invited to visit their children at times other than during child birth. "

A bit of a skewed perspective I must say. Parents have visited me when I was single and in college and will visit now when I am married and kidless, and once I have kid(s) as well. But perhaps what you describe is indeed a small part of the sample space in your frame of vision !

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Now and Then

"Now that I'm fifty-seven",
My mother used to say,
"Why should I waste a minute?
Why should I waste a day

Doing the things I ought to
Simply because I should?
Now that I'm fifty-seven
I'm done with that for good."

But now and then I'd catch her
Trapped in some thankless chore
Just as she might have been at
Fifty-three or fifty-four

And I would say to her
(And I have to bite my tongue)
That if you mean to learn a skill
It's well worth starting young

And so, to make sure I'm in time
For fifty, I've begun
To do exactly as I please
Now that I'm thirty-one.

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