I ways associated garden with swings, see-saw, slides. Where children play. Recently I moved to a new house, which overlooks a garden.
Garden for me has somehow changed. I see people walking, exercising, morning yoga classes, someone comes to the garden to study, while someone else is working on a laptop maybe before going to college or a meeting.
I have started enjoying the silence after garden closes. So many times after a hectic day my best way to unwind has been to sit next to the window looking at the garden. The trees, grass, smell of the fresh watering & dim lights are soothing.
Yesterday was Gudi Padwa, a new year for Maharashtrians. Sharing the picture of our Gudi with a garden view
Last Sunday I visited a fish market after very
long time. It was refreshing in many ways. While malls, e-stores are convenient,
I enjoy buying certain things myself and Fish is one of them. Observing my
grandmother and then my mother I have learnt buying a fish is an art and
bargaining is the masters! I am fairly good at art and fail in masters.
In my childhood we bought fish at the
doorsteps. Our regular firsherwomen would visit us at a particular time. During
my primary schooling, it would be the time for my school bus to arrive. The sight
of my trying to jump over the huge fish basket was common. Granny would be
checking the fish and bargaining with one eye on me to see if I am going down
the staircase without falling. On some days I would get a chance to watch this
routine process, try and imitate my grandmother. My cheeks would grin with a
smile when the fisherwomen slipped couple of more pieces of prawns, Bombay duck
extra to please me.
Over years we developed a different bond with
fisherwomen. I would be eager to wave them out if I see them around in the
area. Granny also knew what kind of fish to buy from which lady. Each of them
had a unique way of selling fish. Many years later when I attended wedding of
one of the fisherwoman’s grandson, I realized what this bonding was. The smile
on her face on seeing us at the wedding said it all, likewise for us!
It was my mother who taught me to buy fish from
a market. A few years later she started buying fish. Again she had her set
rules and preferences. Our fish destination was the famous City Light market at
Matunga, it remains so. This market is
packed with people and a variety of fresh catch.
My mother would take a direct bus from office, buy fish and come in time to cook it for dinner. Her shopping bag introduced me to huge pieces of surmai, king size prawns and fatty pomfret. On weekends I started accompanying her and was learning other side of household shopping. Buying other necessary items, other than fish. How to make effective use of this single visit. Round it off with a spicy pani puri !
And what I called the Masters – bargaining I observe
from my father. After every visit to the fish market he asks me – what price
did she quote, how much did u bargain for? Then I get advice on how should I
bargain, what should I quote.. something I am yet to learn.
How can I trade these fishy tales for an online
delivery? Will you? I rather enjoy my fish and the happiness!
Our birthplace is always close our heart. For me it’s Dadar – a central place for all Mumbai citizens to travel. Dadar in literal terms means steps. And indeed it has been a staircase for me to become the person I am.
Often we relate our behaviour or who we are to a particular country, city or a town. From the Indian context it would mean a Delhi vs Mumbai person, Mumbai vs Pune person. We unconsciously develop traits or identity of a particular place. On thinking deeply, I think it is our immediate neighbourhood or a place that plays a critical part in this process.
While I am a ‘Mumbai girl’ Dadar is a part of my personality. It is associated with connectivity, buzzing with people, socio-cultural developments, theatre and sports, markets thronged with shoppers. I find so many similarities and identify with many other.
Growing up in Dadar has been like a sponge. It offers ample opportunities to absorb and learn – from cultural events, sports, educational institutions to political developments. Probably my curious mind was developed because of this.
The Badaas attitude – The safety, security and cohesiveness of this place never made me think twice of making my own choices. Not to be afraid, discover new things, and meet people – providing a free and open environment.
Dadar has taught me to be inclusivity. To get along with people and be a team player. The old wadis, long last neighbours creates the community bonding. Teaches you to be caring, compassionate and makes one an empathetic person.
Enjoying culture – Festivals are an intrinsic part of Dadar from every angle. Traditionally People across the city and from outside throng Dadar market for festive shopping. It makes me wonder with so many shopping malls, new shopping places and hip places why is Dadar market always buzzing with people. Maybe the answer lies in its identity.
Food and its evolution – Dadar is known for famous Maharashtrian eateries, local seafood favourites and popular street food joints. In today’s scenario, it doesn’t offer many ‘cool’ options for pubs and clubbing. But it still has a distinct evolving food culture. Think of it, I am so much like that. I love to explore new restaurants but yet stick to my roots with a typical CKP fish preparations.
Last but not the least how can I forget Dadar chowpatty and my love for sea!
Have you ever wondered how your birthplace has shaped your personality?
Many years back while returning home from my classes my head was buzzing with thoughts. I came home, opened a diary and penned down my thoughts – Change is the only constant. In the pre-dotcom days, didn’t know I was actually writing a blog.
From maintaining diaries, to writing blogs, pen-friends to online friends, change is indeed constant in so many aspects of life. People, relationships, jobs, habbits, everything changes. The change is good. But on retrospect I think Change is becoming transformative. Look around us, even 2-3 years seem to be so different. Today I am using the internet from my mobile hotspot without any network problem. This itself is a small yet big change where mobile internet was seen expensive just 3 years back..
When I say Change is transformative, I think of positive change. A change that makes you learn new things, explore new places, and discover newer facets of your own self. Not because you have to, but because you want to. And that is a significant change.
Personally if I look at short span of last 3 years, so much has changed – my eating habbits, interpersonal skills, attitude towards looking at failures, ability to handle adverse situations, courage to be more responsible and enhancing professional capabilities. These subtle and subconscious changes lead to a bigger trans-formative change.
Important to know if what did we learn from this change. How will we be lead the change that is waiting at the doorsteps? More so when this change is guided by technology – in our personal and professional lives, from toddlers to senior citizens.
I have decided to lead it this way –
Changing attitude towards health & fitness
Improving professional capabilities
Making some concrete goals
Becoming a compassionate person
Am sure when I look back at this blog, I will see the transformative change.
Since I started blogging again, I realized many bloggers participate in different online challenges, contests etc. One of the popular challenges I realized was #AtoZChallenge, during the month of April. I always had it on my mind to participate, but time just flew by I realized it’s already April.
As a new to the blogging space, I didn’t know how to go about it. Also bloggers plan themes for this challenge. None the less I decided better late than never. So here I am attempting my first ever challenge with Random Thoughts.
B – Books
Books always intrigued me since childhood. I use to subscribe to a neighbourhood library during summer vacations. That was the time I read a variety – from glossy magazines, autobiographies, fiction, to the teenage books of Secret Seven et all…
But the most special memory is of sharing books with my grandmother. My father had subscribed to another local library which gave two books at a time. He use to mostly bring Marathi books so that my grand mom could also read. Thus, there was a time I was exposed to a lot of Marathi books. Looking back, it was a golden period as after that I did not really catch on reading Marathi books.
As in other aspects in our lives, there came a phase I completely stopped reading for myself. It was always related to academic or professional reasons. During this time my mother started second phase of her education – so we again had Marathi books in our house. My brother caught to reading, which led to completely different kind of books – on finance, self – development, history & wars and also on exercising and following good diet.
My interest in reading books was subconsciously and consciously reviving. Meanwhile, I found another medium to keep in touch with reading. BooksonToast, a Youtube platform that one of my colleague started. Instead of browsing endlessly on the net, I started following the videos. It was a rich online resource, again exposing me to a vast variety.
This variety is what I have always enjoyed. In that sense I am not restricted to a particular genre, author or style. So I never really had a favorite author, but enjoyed the company of book !
I restarted my blog around this time last year. One day I realised I have stopped thinking on my own – my writing and thoughts have been restricted to my professional requirements. It was good enough a trigger for me to relook at blogging..
When I started afresh, it also offered me an opportunity to learn so many things. Because blogging itself had changed so much. Apart from writing posts, there were so many other skills I wanted to learn – making creatives, using different tools etc. I was happy with the initial response to my posts.
There came phase when I completely stopped posting. Not because I did not have anything to post, but just could not put my thoughts together. Weekends passed, weekdays were occupied. That’s when I decided I needed to be consistent.. it comes with so many other things – planning, writing, thinking. So today for the first time I just logged in and started penning down my thoughts…
Another area I really worked on being consistent is in exercising. I have earlier written about how I overcame the psychological barrier about fitness. But this time I decided to be consistent. I put exercise over everything else for last 3 months – social life, work. The results started showing. I started feeling good, That’s when again I slipped. I missed my sessions. But the good thing was I was missing exercise.. I again decided to challenge my inconsistency..
These and some other things have made Consistency my measurement of success for 2019. I want to be consistent is every task I do.
As we boarded the bus, the honking of vehicles, glittering street lights, sounds of breakfast sellers, morning walkers faded away to a thick envelope of trees and foliage. Wading through the way, I realized my mistake of not carrying a jacket along. It was cool, windy inside Mumbai’s very own jungle – Sanjay Gandhi National Park.
We had joined the nature trail to the park’s highest point. Our guide Nilesh made the 6 km uphill trek a pleasant discovery of the national park and its expanse:
Bamboo Hut Walk – A dense walk earlier, bamboo trees give 60% more oxygen than regular trees.
Ashok Van: I associated this name with an area around the park. The trail showed me, it’s a dense area with ashoka trees. So thick that the temperature can be 3-4 degrees lesser in this part, sun rays barely pass through to the ground.
Ghost Tree: It reflects moon light and keeps peeling itself to become white. Can be seen from the highway, resembles a lady in a white saree. Insects and birds flock to this tree for mating.
Karvee Trees: They flower once in 7 years. Flowers grow together, die together. Tribals use these trees to make huts.
Kanheri Caves: The Park has over 100 caves and was a Buddhist city of trade once upon a time.
The nature trail brought alive a city landmark, which otherwise lays confined to our textbooks. More so, it made me aware of the need to explore my city as a tourist and equally appreciate the surrounding nature.
What have your experiences of rediscovering your city?