Sharda and family |
Sharda has
two kids now, one boy and a girl. She smiles gracefully in photos now, with her
husband and kids in fb pictures. Earlier she would giggle uncontrollably. We
must meet soon.
So, anyway,
we were in Class VI at the railway police station, explaining our end of the
story when ‘Nazaaqat’ made that comment about ‘this hullaballoo just another
way of making income’, when the officers got really angry and fined us. We
requested them to reduce the fine, but they would not listen as they had to
teach us a lesson. I do not know if ‘Nazaaqat’ learned. So, we reached Hind
Motors late and also returned home late. But in between we had tons of lovely
Bengali food and laughter. Polly and her family were unbelievably good hosts.
Sharda, Polly and Shadma in the middle, as they've discovered what my didi Barkha had done in Antakshari |
Naughty
Sharda was pretty hard working, unless she could avoid it… She generally
brought aloo phulka in tiffin after cooking the same herself! She looked after
her younger siblings and diligently helped out at home.
But in
school, we got the best of her witty comments and giggles and also physical
fights in good spirit. You ask her and she will tell you all about the comments
made by one ‘bhaen’ (van- cart rickshaw) guy to our ‘bhaen’ (van- cart
rickshaw) guy in Ballygunge, a village where Shadma had taken us for a picnic.
We were
going from Shadma’s property in the village to the really large and ancient
well near a dargaah. The mode of travel was a cart fitted with cycle, commonly pronounced
as ‘bhaen’. Apparently, Polly and I were bringing the ‘bhaen’ down at the back
and the driver could not cycle at optimum speed, according to Sharda who
interpreted as well as related the passing van-driver’s comment, “peechhe mein
weight jaada ho gaya hai”… We do not know what had really passed. But there
were Nauras, Shadma, Sharda, Polly and Nazaaqat at least, if not Sushma also on
the van…
Sharda and I, clicked by her niece Jil |
Sharda suggested we make Polly jealous so she visits soon |
I finally
reached Mulund East yesterday to meet with Sharda at her home (It takes 2 hrs
30 mins from Malad West, where I live!). She came downstairs to greet me! Sweet, soft-spoken and ever
so graceful, she fed me with delicious home-cooked food after apologizing umpteen
number of times that she had not made anything special as I had made her cook
special Gujarati delicacies twice already without turning up. I didn’t even
bother to put her at ease, hungrily lapping up tasty alu-bhaji, daal, gazab
roti, Tikiya on chutney toast, more chutney, ‘chhaas’, ‘mithai’ and unbelievable
‘Srikhand’. Some of it was prepared by her girls, (She wishes her son would
learn cooking too) her own daughter and her ‘devrani’/sister-in-law’s daughter.
Sharda introduced me to the latter and their ‘bua-saas’/aunt-in-law also.
Sharda's niece and nephew Jil & Deep. |
Sharda still
looks after her younger sisters who are married in Mumbai, what with her mother
and younger brother gone in an accident. She sent me off with a beautiful
necklace and some home-ground white dhokla-powder. An ideal human being, beautifully
living in the joint-family set-up in separate floors of a building, where the
children celebrate togetherness, busy to the T, I am so looking forward to our next
meeting.