Saturday, 2 June 2018

Hemantha Kalam - 45 "Breaking Routine"

‘Ishaaron ko agar samjho
Raaz ko raaz rahane do…’
goes the song in the Hindi film ‘Dharma’.
It means (by a free translation) “if you understand the signs, you will leave things be.”

The problem is, my mischievous creative mind won't let it be!

In the South East Asian Countries, the floor on the ground in an apartment building is called ‘First Floor’ and the floor above the ‘Second Floor’ and so on. In India, the same would be referred to as ‘Ground Floor’ and ‘First Floor’ and so on respectively.

I rarely saw the ‘Sun rising’ in my life!

GOD is same to all!

Wife and daughter went out!

In India and perhaps in other countries, people offer flowers to their gods while praying.

I stay a few miles away from my mother's place.

Mrs. RS scheduled the first two business hours for an important meeting.

My aging mother was lamenting that someone is plucking all her flowers from the plants and bushes in our parental home, in the early hours, every morning even if she is waking up early to find out the ‘thief’

Mrs. RK and Mrs. RR are growing plants on the ground behind their apartments as they have a patch of land prepared for the purpose.

I had been a ‘late bird’ most of my life.

Attending the meeting organised by Mrs. RS is very important for me if I respect my bread and butter.

Mrs. RK and Mrs. RR stay in the ‘Ground Floor’ apartments in my complex.

My mom, in her home, is still struggling to identify the ‘flower thief’ and wishes to give a piece of her mind to him or her and find peace in that.

If I have to attend the meeting without being late, I have to break my routine of waking up late in the morning.

The hibiscus plant of Mrs. RK has burst with blossoms and some very attractive flower plants being nurtured by Mrs. RR competed with the hibiscus.

Finally I had put the alarm ringing to rest and woke up from my night's rest!

Now I see a person wearing a ‘Lungi’ (the Myanmar’s ‘Long Yi’ became the Lungi in India) emerges from one of the apartments behind our block.

I put the milk on the stove for my coffee.

The flowers are such a beauty!

Mr. K and Mr. R also help sometimes in nurturing their backyard gardens

Today, don’t see Mrs. RK or Mrs. RR anywhere around, yet.

Though stay in the same complex, never met the guy though had occasional glimpses of him.

All blame to be on Mrs. RS for arranging a meeting in the morning. J

Saw the guy from the apartment behind us wearing a shroud. Shrewd idea he must have thought but then it helped him in no way!

Started brushing my teeth.

I am in the first floor and above the apartment of Mrs. RK.

The guy looked this aside and that aside and started the operation.

Made the coffee and took the mug into the balcony.

I could see the guy intent on his 'business'

I was awestruck.

Operation in ‘our’ garden completed.

Almost all flowers from all the plants found their way onto his plate.

Mother still unable to find the ‘guy’ doing this in her home.

Not even one single flower left for the ‘GODs’ of Mrs. RK and Mrs. RR.

Remembered Mrs. RK chiding my daughter (when she was a kid – well ‘she’ here is my daughter) and explaining the virtue of leaving the flowers be on the plants and not to pluck them.

If only Mrs. RS did not schedule the meeting!

A smile spread on my face but hid well in my overgrowing and un-tended beard.

My father was lifting the barbed wire of the fence of our neighbour’s house.

Some very exotic flowers beckoning us.

I squeeze in. some 55 years ago.

My father’s ‘GODs’ were decorated well, well almost every day.

Ah confessions and confessions! Never afraid of them. :-)

Thank you Mrs. RS, for those ‘naughty’ fond memories.

The guy is returning home with the bounty of flowers, on his large plate. Touches fondly, his almost never used but just displayed ‘Toyota Altis’ or is it ‘Hyundai Verna’ whatever,  before vanishing into his apartment.

His ‘Gods’ should be happy today, like every day.

My mom is still trying to locate the ‘thief’ L

Karma returns! J

If only the ‘routine did not break’!

Yeah? Well, folks, what say you? Do let me know, please! 

Till then, 

Krutagjnatalu (Telugu), Nanri (Tamil), Dhanyavaadagalu (Kannada), Nanni (Malayalam), Dhanyavaad (Hindi), Dhanyosmi (Sanskrit), Thanks (English), Dhonyavaad (Bangla), Dhanyabad (Oriya and Nepalese), Gracias (Spanish), Grazie (Italian), Danke Schon (Deutsche), Merci (French), Obrigado (Portuguese), Shukraan (Arabic and Sudanese), Shukriya (Urdu), Sthoothiy (Sinhalese) Aw-koon (Khmer), Kawp Jai Lhai Lhai (Laotian), Kob Kun Krab (Thai), Asante (Kiswahili), Maraming Salamat sa Lahat (Pinoy-Tagalog-Filipino), Tack (Swedish), Fa'afetai (Samoan), Terima Kasih (Bahasa Indonesian) and Tenkyu (Tok Pisin of Papua New Guinea), Malo (Tongan), Vinaka Vaka Levu (Fijian),

Hemantha Kumar Pamarthy

Chennai, India