Friday, April 21, 2017

Dear Celeste...


When I noticed the small cross and flowers for the first time besides the road, I didn’t pay much attention. Yet another roadside accident and someone reminding others to be cautious! But then came Valentine’s Day, and you got a red heart shaped balloon and nice bouquet of roses. I smirked, if only people did that gesture when loved ones were alive. Often I’ve seen people who are blessed in long-term relationship making excuses like, “Why showoff for only one day, I love you every day and I don’t need to make a display of my love.” Well, to be honest I am one of those people; rather I was. But then I stumbled on you- Celeste! That Valentine’s Day, I did stop at that yellow signal instead of speeding through it like every day- only to read your name, to know you better. And your name was embossed on that cross, surrounded by beautiful roses and a heart shaped balloon. That day I stopped by at the grocery store and bought red balloons for my kids, a card for my husband and a box of chocolates for me- in case he forgot to get me anything (which he did!). It was a big surprise for everyone at home and was well received!
As days passed by it became a game for me to notice what sort of gifts you were receiving. With seasonal changes color of your bouquet kept changing. You got a pinwheel when spring rolled in; to remind me to stop and sniff the sweet smell of new life around me. You even got green clover for St. Patrick ’s Day. And I started thinking about you… how was your life? Who loved you so much that they made an attempt to celebrate everything with you even after you…? I even tried googling you; what could have happened to you? One faintest trace revealed that at that same intersection there was a fatal accident almost a decade ago. There were not many details or not even mention of your name. But I knew that must have been you. Celeste, unknowingly I’ve learnt so much about you. You really loved flowers of all colors, all shapes. Your birthday is in May and you were quite religious person. Or am I talking about the person who loves you so much?
One thing is clear that you have taught me how to love, rather how to express love when I still have time to do so. Few years back I had a nanny who used to say “I love you honey” while hanging up the phone with her grown up kids/husband/mom & so on to all of her family members. I told her it was a sweet gesture and she replied, “Yeah, I wouldn’t know when it will be the last time I would say love you; so I make sure that I remind them every given chance!”   And I am like, “What a depressing thought!” But looking at Celeste reminded me that it’s life. Harsh and cold on my face; every day every turn. When I hear about calamities around us- someone getting a divorce, someone losing a job which was his only identity, about terrorist attacks, someone losing a grip on the rock while trekking or worse someone disappearing from the life forever like Celeste! It gives me a jolt of reality- life in unpredictable.
Even if life is unpredictable and we cannot control it, I keep on reminding myself- “This is it! This is the only life and should be lived to the fullest- with no regrets!!” Thanks Celeste for teaching me love, compassion and living life fully. Thanks for reminding me the quote- “Live every moment as if there is no tomorrow and dream so big as if you’ll live forever!”


Sunday, April 9, 2017

सल

       एक दिवस मुलीला शाळेत सोडताना तिने अचानक विचारलं ,"ममा, what do you mean by सल ?" मी ड्राईव्ह करत असताना अशा गुगली टाकणं तिला छान जमतं . मग नेहमी प्रमाणे आमची प्रश्न-उत्तरं सुरु झाली. मी -"कोणत्या भाषेतला शब्द विचारते आहेस, सायली? आणि कुठे ऐकलास - context काय?" ती म्हणाली, "It is a मराटी word. I heard it sometime back while you were talking to मावशी on the phone." माझी अमेरिकेत जन्मलेली आणि वाढत असलेली मुलगी माझ्यावर नेहमी watch ठेवून असते. माझा भारतात फोन चालू असताना ती आजूबाजूला खेळात असली तरी कान माझ्या बोलण्याकडे असतात आणि मग अचानक कधीतरी असे ऐकलेले शब्द माझ्यासमोर प्रश्न म्हणून येतात. आता तिला कसा समजवावं ह्या विचारात आधी माझ्यातली मराठी अस्मिता जागी झाली. "अगं सायली किती वेळा सांगितलंय, मराटी नाही- म रा ठी ! म्हण बघू .." असं बोलता बोलता शाळा आली सुद्धा. मग मी तिला बाय केलं आणि म्हंटलं घरी आलीस कि संध्याकाळी सांगते हं सल म्हणजे काय ते.."
       मग ड्राईव्ह करताना तिला काय बरं सांगावं सल म्हणजे काय ते; हा विचार करताना मीच भूतकाळात हरवून गेले. सल म्हणजे आमच्यासारख्य असंख्य भारतीयांच्या मनात कुठेतरी सतत असलेली टोचणी. दिवाळी-दसरा वीकएंड च्या सोयीने साजरा केला की लहानपणी साजरे केलेले सण-वार डोळ्यासमोर येतात. आणि मग मोजक्या मित्र परिवारासोबत सगळ्यांच्या सोयींनी potluck करताना ह्यात काहीच वावगं नाहीये असं मानून फक्त बॅकयार्ड मधे स्वस्तिकाची रांगोळी काढताना आलेलं हसू म्हणजेही सल!
       सगळं घर भरलेलं असतं, मुलं मजेत खेळत असतात; नवरा भांडी घासत असतो आणि स्वतःचाच स्वतःला हेवा वाटत असताना अचानक डोळे भरून येतात की, हे सगळं बघायला आज आई-बाबा इथे नाहीत. हा जीवघेणा क्षणही सल दाखवून जातो. असे किती आणि कुठले-कुठले सल घेऊन आपण सगळे हसत वावरत असतो. कितीवेळा मानत असूनही आता तिकडे रात्र असेल; आता ती ऑफिसला गेली असेल अशा वेळेच्या गणितात न बसल्यानी राहून गेलेला फोन आणि मग त्या आठवणींनी आलेलं हसू आणि कधी-कधी रडूसुद्धा; म्हणजे सुद्धा सल!
       आज दिवसभर ऑफीच्या कामातही लक्ष लागलं नाही. कुठले कुठले सल दिवसभर टोचणी देत गेले. संध्याकाळी सायलीला कसं बरं समजावू, सल म्हणजे काय! त्यात माझा इंग्लिशच्या बाबतीत आनंदच! तरीही प्रयत्न केलाच- "REGRETS"! हं सुचला शब्द; अशा आनंदात मुलांना pickup ला गेले. गाडीत बसल्या बसल्या डबे खाल्ले का, दिवस कसा गेला आणि त्यांच्या सगळ्या चिवचिवाटात सायली आणि मी दोघीही विसरून गेलो की आपण आज कशाबद्दल बोलणार होतो. नेहमीसारखंच मुलांना भेटून मनावरचं मळभ दूर झालं. आणि पुन्हा एकदा एक सल विरून गेला.
        आणि मग मला खरा अर्थ कळला- सल म्हणजे दुसरं-तिसरं काही नाही तर ठुसठुसणारी एक आठवण!!