Clutter to some …

… it’s me and mine, layered with our stories.

houses in and around Siddartha layout often have a large square in their lounge. It’s framed (5’ x 5’) as if for a giant picture and built into the wall. On or rather in it there’s a series of shelves.

Like this …

But maybe not usually as cluttered.

The photograph is of the one in our upstairs hall (aka living room). 

It usually has two glass sliding doors.

It did have ….

One day a glass door fell out and onto MAnjula

There was a squeal from Manjula as she was almost pinned to the floor, desperately calling for my help. I rushed to her rescue. . 

Her hero. 🤔

I lifted the two glass doors out and put them in storage. That was a scare. They are heavy and she was tiny. 

The photograph below, shows the bottom third of that very shelving. 🤔

It has a lot of clutter and that’s not at all unusual in our house.

That’s … My fault. 

Many of our guests regularly return, wanting to discover what’s new.

So .. what’s there…?

The item in the very centre is a stone carved statue of Lucie our wonderful dog.

Complete ‘with’ the piece missing from her ear.

With us for 15 years, she died in January this year. Carved by Mailis a French woman who stayed with us for quite some weeks. Another record! 

Mailis attended stone carving lessons at the most famous Stone Carvers in Mysore. The head of the family had carved the God for the New temple in Ayodya. So it’s very famous .

It was a beautiful thought and very appropriate as Mailis from France became a good friend of Lucie and took Lucie to the veterinarian on her last day, while I was attending Kaliyuvamane school to watch Kaveri perform at an event.

I went to the veterinarians as soon as the performance was over.

It was time for us to say goodbye to Lucie as she was suffering. We buried her in a field created for pet dog burials, did puja, buried a plant, said our tearful farewells and will regularly return to help her spirit on its way. 

I cleared the shelf to be able to place Lucy‘s statue in prime position.

I shifted all the characters that lived on the shelf and extra ones into the far right corner so starting from the right you’ll see a pottery version made by a tribal Potter from Tamil Nadu, an unusual representation of Hanuman. (He was the leader of Ram’s army that rescued Sita).

In my mind they resembled a crowd looking at the new statue. It was orderly but now as time goes on they’re pushing and shoving, breaking out of the corner and straining to get a better view.

To the left of Hanuman is a teddy bear — gift from my granddaughter poppy in London to Kaveri who we support, help sponsor and protect as she comes from a family very similar to Manjulas. That’s partly why we chose to help her.

To the right of Hanuman is an embroidered stitched star Next down is a plastic (!) flower

Next a silver glass. (In India the default name for a small drinking vessel regardless of what it’s made of .. is ‘glass’ ). This one, in silver, was a last Christmas present from Manjula. It’s a very precious present and acknowledges our marriage.

So that’s very very significant as most things are in this house — with a story to accompany them. .

As we move further left along the shelf we meet Goofy and next is a minion dressed as a guard that you see outside Buckingham Palace.

Gifts from crazy guests.

Next is a carved rosewood dog’s head gifted from one of the best wood Inlay workshops in Mysore.

Behind is a painting inspired by a traditional Ganjifa. It’s a family grouping of Siva his wife and his son Ganesh and in front of them is another famous guy — Donald Duck. Next to a stone carved image of a flower created by Kaveri with the help of our new friend

Pravalika ..

Little cup in front of it which is a featuring the Eiffel Tower and bicycles was a gift from a French couple who visited not long after manjula died heard our story and brought this gift but up to the left of it

Immediately behind Lucy with a little bit of her ear missing exactly as true to life is a plate with a series of photographs built into it of Manjula and I.,

moving back to the bottom of the shelf is an nifty little holder of photographs on the 1960s which holds two photographs of Manjula and it’s something I sometimes carry with me on my travels.

immediately behind is a lovely rosewood representation of an Ashoka column which has now become a key symbol of India, found on our rupee notes

From the top, there’s four lions, down beneath their claws are representations of different animals reflecting important human characteristics and all on an upturned lotus flower (which many friends associated with Manjula.)

Next picture. We got quite a few of these around the house.

It’s a watercolour from two brothers who visited from Chennai at the famous art market in Bangalore. In front is another (brass) image of Siva‘s family together with his two sons, his wife, his vehicle and his son Ganesh‘s vehicle, which is a rat or somesay it’s a mouse—whatever. Either side of them are representations the Sun — the Earth and then moon. To the left is a 1950s public phone a payphone from the USA. Since age 18 I collected telephones there’s a handful left squirrelled away in the house.

Plus there’s medals for Kaveri from her skating, even more images of Manjula a dragonfly reminding me of a messenger she once sent — bunting made out of Manjula‘s clothing Manjula‘s beautiful face preparing for our wedding celebration just got into all the stories that relate to the individual items of boredom. I’m sure that’s what the house is like.

This was our home together. It was the most special time in my life, obviously this equally special but this was very special because it’s the time but two people came together to work and fell in love. I never imagined that I would like to work with a lover But in fact it worked exceptionally well and that was down to her her ability to be flexible responsive sensitive above all you really showed me —the significance of — being attentive and present to help make relationship to work well.

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That’s all left me a little breathless. There’s an important reason to share with you, details of our accumulated ‘clutter.’

Please watch this space.

What next?

Be prepared. There maybe a few postings about —- what next? I’ve adopted India as my home for sixteen years after first visiting twenty years ago and connecting with India from a distance in the 1970s.

Let’s not forget, I’ve been so lucky and—- i fell in love with the most amazing woman — MAnjula. But I’m slowly getting the message that I’m not wanted anymore (if I’ve ever been) and maybe just maybe I need to think afresh and try something new.

It’s not the people of India.

They are very friendly and welcoming. I’ve been and continue to be very happy here. I want to stay here and retire here.

It’s the system.

I’ve lived here on a business visa, all this time. It’s now getting increasingly difficult to do that. I’ve failed to get OCI supposedly because MAnjula died yet I’ve heard others have it in similar circumstances but in other parts of the country. I’ve tentatively tried other things and keep hitting (soft) brick walls.

It’s tiring.

When I first posted this on Facebook a friend reacted and introduced me to someone who might be able to help. We’re in discussion now.

As I reach 69 in a few weeks I recognise I can’t keep moving. I may have only moved here sixteen years ago but it feels like it’s always been my home.

If I must leave, I must, but my particular concern is my desire to continue to support and help Kaveri grow to her full potential. She really is like my daughter.

That’s my biggest worry.

As MAnjula, my muse,would say: ‘let’s see’

Poo progress

Poo cleared up straight away, better food especially for Jingee as she’s that bit younger. Out in the park to pee and poo immediately after eating.

There’s even poo in the litter tray

That’s my guys.

Still nameless but boring with names. Including Luca

Kaveri back at mums so we’ll decide at weekend when she returns.

Elite Skating

Adithya the coach of elite academy

has been a fantastic help with Kaveri.

Kaveri has changed to a ‘day’ school, spends alternate weeks at mysore bed and breakfast, can therefore now attend the academy on a regular basis.

Today we were at the heats for state races.

Kaveri got a silver.

And was able to spend quality time with friends.

Kaveri has shown she can concentrate, focus and achieve through her time at the academy. I needn’t have worried.

Factoid

In her final race she gestured for her friend to pass her for third place, as she hadn’t been placed before. That’s my girl.

Pitru Paksha arrives

The team puts it all together….

Photos and flowers all lined up …

Manjula’s image complete with Mangal Sutra (wedding necklace) and anklet,

Lucie with collar

and Ina with Momo.

Favourite sweets, jewels, nuts, crunchie, alcohol (shh), clothing, fruits,

Biscuits for Lucie (the shop insisted sugarless is best, let’s not get into the detail that it’s for her spirit), Momo for Ina (her favourite, she has great Tibetan links)

All make their appearance …

But where’s lunch?

Next

Sowbaghya has cooked it, Satish, serves it out. It’ll not be for the crows (sometimes food is placed on the roof or beside the river for the crows to eat ) as they represent the soul of the ‘departed’.

Time for the idler to get dressed in his wedding outfit.

We help their spirits on their journey to whatever’s next.

Stephen.
Satish
Sowbhagya
Vasanth

We then leave the house for their spirits to visit, eat and drink, making lots of noise, as we return, so they know to leave and not get caught out.

Only then can we eat.

I’ve told MAnjula we’re moving to a new house. She’ll be with us.

Factoid

It’s now over six years that Manjula continued her spiritual journey. Each year on her birthday and death anniversary we do puja to help her on her way.

From this year we’ve decided to honour all our departed family members on Pitra Paksha, when everyone does the same.

Preparation for Pitru Paksha

On the final day of pitru paksha …

We remember our family members that have moved on.

Helping bring peace to their souls and help them attain moksha or liberation.

Each of the six years since Manjula died we’ve celebrated her in many ways including puja on the anniversary of her death and on her birthday.

Ina would visit us every year in August and died in 2024,

Lucie died in 2025.

Tomorrow, on the final day of Pitru Paksha (21st September) we’ll remember MAnjula, Lucie and Ina with a special puja, all three of them together as they’re family.

Factoid Footnote (found by AI)

Pitru (shradh or Mahalaya) is a holy period dedicated to paying homage to ancestors and departed loved ones

Paksha

A paksha is literally a “side” and represents one half of a lunar month, lasting about 15 days. 

Or half a month on either side of the full moon.

Relates to the waxing and waning of the moon.

I’m getting some of Manjula’s things ready for the puja. SB is doing everything else.