A formidable team

No time for photos

I tentatively opened the garage door into kat planet.

B-A-Do was lying parallel to the limen, I thought relaxing until I noticed a quivering rat by her mouth. She half done the job but seemed to be frozen. As she pulled away I found a stick and finished the task

It’s then in noticed all eyes from the kits, mesmerisingly proud of mum, watching from their raised wooden cushioned castle. I passed the dead cat on a shovel for their approval.

Later as they were all turning and jumping in seemingly choreographed mayhem in the yard, I realised one was leading the chase of a cockroach. I followed and finished it off

We were a formidable team.

We miss the kats but mum (Queen) stays with us.

missing them ..

Summer Camp 2024 two

Our fun activities since returning to Mysore include:

Skating

Kaveri has progressed to new skates and uniform, again with the Elite Roller Skating Academy

Swimming

classes again at our local pool.

and a local dance centre has organised their very own summer camp.

With a day out

Metamorphosis footnote

In India nothing ever seems to go to plan.

Delivered yesterday, there’s one or two places that need attention: bodywork, internals, indicators etc. but it’s over 89% there which is good.

So …. Sowbaghya, Antoinette and I went to the Lalith Mahal for a little celebration …

Samuella whose team did the work seems quite busy renovating other ambassadors.

He’s been working in them all his life.

Sowbaghya, with the support of Vasanth and Satish was leading from our end, the problem solving project manager.

Next morning Sowbaghya had arranged for us to take the car for Ganesh puja and the nearby Temple.

Unfortunately the battery was flat. As I said, nothing quite goes to plan.

So, a day later, the deed was done.

Metamorphosis Seven

The beauty arrives

Manjula’s Car rises again.

I bought it for her ten years ago.

Satish and I had searched Karnataka and eventually found it in Mandya District (near Srirangapatnam).

We needed it, as due to her health Manjula couldn’t safely and comfortably continue to ride pillion on my two wheelers.

We joked that not unlike the Bollywood movie — ‘Driving Miss Daisy” there was a chauffeur ( in our case a white old, not a black guy) and not an aged white woman as passenger but a brown ageless Indian beauty — my MAnjula.

It’s arrived at our house now….

You know who you are.

Friends, Romans, Countrymen .

Welcome

No it’s not another posting about Shakespeare or Caesar —- it’s about a different inspiration —-

Manjula

As we approach the anniversary of Manjula’s partial departure five years ago (she is of course very much with us) I want to remember her beautiful wonderfulness and recall the good we’ve done together, in her name.

And so it’s also about you: ‘Manjula’s Kind’ friends who have given cash or help-in-kind or moral support to help me through the grief gravy and to take action.

Amongst these are (please follow the links for more information):

granite benches and garden in our nearby park in Siddarthanagar in partnership with the MCC

-creativity days for 40 visually impaired young women, 

– five events/workshops at Kaliyuvamane, (a ‘free/alternative school) for 100 children, there’s many mentions on our sites, here’s two … 1 and 2

One of our creativity days, this one facilitated by Antoinette.

– sponsoring a young girl who now attends Kaliyuvamane. The famous Kaveri who’s peppered throughout our sites and dominates my life.

– donating cycles

And many more actions 

Thank you so much

Stephen

With Manjula

A wonderful woman

In so many ways.

She could beat the Brit with her fast thinking humour.

This month I don’t rely just on my memory as I’m being constantly reminded by the smart phone photos of what happened five years ago when MAnjula had had enough.

This image (thanks for creating it Punith) popped up. As with everything, a story goes with it. …

Occasionally we’d have guests who’d arrive a bit fed-up. Maybe tired from the daily onslaught of travel or messed up by the consistent inconsistencies of this unpredictable land.

Manjula and I would realise (using secret signals) that we had someone who was ‘glass half full’ and then we’d turn up the jokey banter ‘smelling salts’ to help bring them round.

In due course when we were over full (when I’d lose my bedroom due to too many guests) it became known as ‘full full’. In time MAnjula used the term to reflect our happy life together.

It was ‘full full’ just too short.

An India journey-

The very beginning

I’m often reminded of the quote by E P Thompson about India ….

“India is perhaps the most important country for the future of the world. All the convergent influences of the world run through this society… There is not a thought that is being thought in the West or East that is not active in some Indian mind.”

In my view that speaks about its diversity of ideas, its openness and inclusivity. (Plus Nehru’s palmist but that’s for another day)

But of course it’s not straightforward or necessarily predictable.

I first fell in love with India in the 1970s through books and listening to its music.

Eventually arriving here almost thirty years ago first visiting Bangalore, I realised I’d somehow come home.

It’s never been an easy relationship.

I always look for patterns. In those first few days I was amazed by the driver’s behaviour. How were the cars not crashing into each other? Were there rules? Did anyone know or follow them?

In time I began to recognise something of the patterns. First I noticed the number plates. The first two letters K and A stand for the state- Karnataka. The next two figures, the Regional Transport Office (RTO) office where the vehicle is registered. In Mysore’s two RTO offices, that’s 09 and 55. In Bangalore a main office is number 05. So flashing before my eyes as I fought through the traffic and sought understanding was KA0S …

I jest but it helped me realise what a very different world I was now in.

I was impressed by Bangalore but it was nothing by comparison with Mysore, my next stop.

….

The adventure really begins.

Metamorphosis Four.

Next to sort out the insides. Plain roof, something fancy or the original?

Our list of decisions and actions.

Door Mirrors. Chrome, check.

Seat belts, one not working, replace? Fix? Check

Insides, light or darker colour? Use old? No idea

New Number plates, shaped to fit car, new rear metal plate plus new legal type. Provide registration document. Check.

Insurance runs out this month. Check

Hubs Mercedes or plain

Front lights install Round indicator and LED headlamp Back lights as before. Check

Old or new windows, dither.

Midweek visitor.

It was my day at school but Kaveri had tooth ache. So it became a trip to the dentist.

One tooth removed, followed by a visit to see grandmother and ‘sister’ Radhika and a special treat of ice cream.

Weekend visitor

Fourteen hours continuous sleep

After a busy Saturday providing drink, snacks and art at a Padma farm event as member of a team of students from Kaliyuvamane.

Waking to breakfast with our guests from Switzerland

Even earlier, in the morning, Sarvesh had facilitated a meeting between me and Chandrika, Kaveri’s mum to try get her -back on track- to keep Kaveri at the school.

Fingers crossed we’re getting there.

The absolute helpful stars being Radhika,

Kaveri with grandfather, grandmother and Radhika.

who Kaveri calls her sister (actually Auntie and a wonderful friend to us all), and Sarvesh

Saying farewell to Amanda from Switzerland.

Next grandmother travels by bus across city and takes her shopping.

And finally Anni becomes hair stylist.

It feels like I’ve seen Kaveri for about five minutes this weekend (as she falls asleep again in my lap when we go back to school in the auto) but I’m happy that she’s had a great time.

She joins the pantheon of stars in my life.

The brightest star at our first wedding anniversary.