Tuesday, November 14, 2017

My Big Day

My Big Day. March 21, 2015
While growing up
I never knew what birth day celebration was.
We Manipuri Meiteis of India, only had
A customary religious ceremony known as “Laiming Lauba”
During  puberty or older,
 sanctifying the young ones(like baptism). Thereafter
A string of beads known as Urik had to be worn
Around one’s neck for good. Then,
Eating eggs banned permanently,
Only  fish being allowed we became fish vegetarians.

When I turned 19,  I had become a part of Delhi life
And birthday wishes came by surprise from friends
But never from my Manipuri family;
Soon marrying an outsider brought more life style changes.

When I was soon to turn 80 my daughter
Shobha confirmed I had no objections to revealing
My age, so she planned a celebration. The day before,
I was in my room watching TV shows,
When two figures barged into the room.
Was it real or just imaginary? My oldest
 Daughter Lata and my son Jibesh had flown
From Toronto for my Big Day, Saturday
March 21, 2015 at Clay Oven.  I cherish every moment of it.
The Chicken tandoori and fish curry, mixed vegetables,
Raita (yogurt with thinly sliced tomato, green chilli, salt), Paneer curry,
Kheer/rice pudding, accompanied by basmati rice, Nan/roti

Wine and beer in abundance along with fruit juices
In cans and bottles for all the guests,
My Indian and American friends along
With my loving family members. I love them all
And I love fish preparations in any form
And chicken dishes, too. I cannot ask for more.

Written by Jamuna Advani 10/15/15

My last trip to home town Imphal, India.

December 2015.

The Sangai Festival lured me
to the place I was born
my home town Imphal
But the gloomy air
hung on with the scarcity of everything.
availability of funds restricted from the banks
scarcity of things for daily needs doomed the atmosphere
the dragon blocade lurking all sides
the  gloomy air lingers in my breathe
while demonetized money flying all over
like an abandoned child..

  
My son’s Wedding Bell. (December 27, 2014)

Saturday, December 27, 2014 was the big day for my son Jibesh Advani and his fiancée Rachna Khetri as they  had been planning for the last one year. No doubt this is the big day for all the family members too, because all had come to Toronto from all over the state to attend the wedding.
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Figure 1A Meera, Jyoti, Jamuna
I  arrived at Toronto two weeks earlier and stayed at my son and his fiancée Rachna’s new home which they recently purchased. It was cute and manageable house which could accommodate my two grandsons when they visit on alternate weekends,  other rooms for Shaaya, Rachna’s daughter from her previous marriage and Jyoti her mom. It was a comfortable cute moderately big house.  

Figure 2 Jamuna with Lata, Jibesh, Shobha
 Finally, our out of town guests, family members have arrived one day before the wedding and they were accommodated at Hotel Marriot. Saboos and Dutts were my sister-in-law, Meera’s  children and their families. Jaivardhan(Tinu) Meera’s sono-in-law was asked to speak and to perform as MC. Since he was ready to speak but not to be MC my daughter Lata took over the responsibility of being MC. Tinu’s wife Pallavi (Meera’s daughter) was all ready to dance after the wedding.  Their daughter Shivani, now in 12th grade along with her cousins Maya, Ella, Alex were having good time. My second daughter Shobha’s sons Dev, Leon and Lucas were also able to attend as they all had Christmas vacation time.  So it was a big crowd of cousins when my other grandsons Gavin and Brayden joined the crowd. Saaiya was a part of the cousins’ crowd.  At my son and Rachna’s home all the cousins had fun at the basement with the wide screen TV on the wall.
The mini bus took all the guests to the Elite Bouquet Hall at 1850 Albion Road. The decoration along with the setup of the hall was superb  and done very artistically. Jyoti, Meera and I were there earlier as my son the groom had to be there before everyone turns up. The kids Gavin, Brayden and Saaya also came with us. The bride’s make up room was too small and hence we all were trying to accommodate at the hall way and around it, taking seats at the available chairs at the entrance.
The decoration at the hall and the wedding pandal was beyond imagination. A bit of cream color touch and shiny ingrates made it more decorative and elegant. All the guests were to be ushered to their assigned tables by Bianca and Saaya at the entrance to the hall. Brayden also helped the guests to enjoy the snacks and drinks arranged at the corner of the hall. The Pandal (where the priests performs rituals for the wedding} an enclosure at the end of the hall’s right hand side was artistically decorated with  white lacy fabrics and in the middle of it, the two chairs for the bride and the groom.  The other side was for the groom and bride’s mothers and aunt. At the opposite side was for the three kids and the priest who conducted the rituals for the wedding.

Figure 3Jibesh putting garland on Rachna

Figure 4 groom and bride ready for the wedding
Two professional camera men came ahead of the ceremony and started clicking pictures for all who were already present there. As the bramhin/priest came in the ritual started with groom sitting at the assigned chair while we all took our seats. The guests started arriving in time while the photographers  clicked  pictures for all the arriving guests. Lata my oldest daughter, the MC for the occasion started introducing the wedding plan step by step. When the ritual was ready for the bride to come inside, Lata announced and requested the audience to welcome the bride. Once the bride came in and exchange of garlands between the bride and groom took place as seen here.
 The oath was taken by both groom and bride in front of the lighted fire by going around it three times. Then later both had to step on seven pan petals declaring their live in health and sickness together until death.
Once the ceremony was over the priest took out the official court paper to be signed by witnesses.  Jyoti bride’s mom and I Jamuna,  groom’s mom signed the paper. Then they both were pronounced as husband and wife, Rachna was now Mrs Advani.  

Figure  5groom's mom welcoming the bride
Lata announced the offer of drinks and lassi while groom’s mother was asked to give her speech. So I was a bit surprised as I didn’t realize I had to speak first. I got up and welcomed Rachna into our Advani frmily. Then Betu/ Subir Dutt spoke followed by Tinu/Jai Saboo spoke in different languages. Lastly bride Rachna spoke as she remembered her dad who passed away one and half year back and she was missing him. Finally when the MC announced for drinks and also dinner at their assigned tables. Everyone enjoyed the drinks  followed by dinner. Once the dinner was over and tables were cleared the music was on. Then both groom and bride came to the dance floor and danced and later joined by all who enjoyed dancing. The dance floor was full and everyone was enjoying to heart’s content.


I was also dragged to the floor and hence joined the group. My second daughter Shobha was initiating for the dance and I followed her to join the group of dancers already on the floor. My son’s friends, some of them who were Canadians wearing  Indian outfits for the occasion were having fun. As a mother, my heart swelled with happiness. Most of the guests stayed till 12 midnight which was the time limit allowed for the wedding at the venue. Almost everyone left and our family members only were waiting for the limousine to come and pick us all back to the hotel and home. One of my son’s friend was not leaving as he was excited talking to Jibesh after few drinks. Finally we could say good night to him and we could get back home in our vehicle.

A poem for the newly married couple:
The second chance of love and happiness
Now found in my son’s life,
The broken string of vows of a married life
Which laid shattered, and scattered, while
The threads connecting lives of their
Innocent kids hanging loose,
Revealing in their eyes, trauma and sadness
Now healed with time and love.

As the universe embraces them
Into a future of eternal hope and love
Holding hands together
Vows taken to the spirit of life
“The Fire”
A promise for their future live,
A new year and a new oath taken on this day,  
While their kids and all others ring the bell of happiness.

A mother’s cry of happiness can be reckoned
As her only son now relieved from the
Four walls of grief and sorrow
His  broken heart now healed
A newly found love in his life
Tying a fresh new knot
For a family life filled with peace and happiness.
As a mother, I breathe in the echoes of it
Then breath out eternal blessings
To the newly married couple.


 


Monday, November 13, 2017

visitors

My travelogue: October 11, 2017
My friend from Shillong Ms Nurara Hazarika and Anita Teckchandani arrived at Imphal Tulihal airpot  around 12 noon and about 30 minutes interval between them. Gojen and I took pass to go inside and wait for them till both arrive and get their luggage. Even though it was hot that day since we could stay inside it was pleasurable experience.
at awunching garden    

at MMRC & UNITY PARK,
khangabok, Thoubal
As Anita arrived earlier we had to wait for Mrs Hazarika to arrive and she could come out about 30 minutes later. we finally could come out with their luggage. it was indeed a nice get together after about 7 years with Nurara and one year with  Anita. It was no doubt a memorable encounter for three of us. We really enjoyed stay together at Hotel Imphal after staying one night at Irabanta's fith floor. After sightseeing it was going to be a difficult climb for both of them and hence decided to book a room for three of us with extra bed.


First day we just drove around Imphal town and next day we headed for Loktak Lake at Moirang.
October 12, 2017. On the way to Moirang we stopped at the India Peace Memorial. Then drove toward Khuga Dam at Churachandpur a town.later after Churachandpur visited the INA museum  then headed toward Sendra and for boating at Loktak lake.
boat ride at loktak

A little incident made all of us shaky but luckily Mrs Nurara Hazarika fell down while getting into the boat after taking shelter from  the storm hit ting the lake and the islands.Next day we had a good timeAunching garden and then Kombirei Leikol.
Boat ride at Loktak
 we tried typical manipuri food at Luxmi kitchen where Nurara liked it a lot but for Anita it didn't appeal her much. they tried chakhao kheer and fish cake/nga paknum.
My friends gold some gold earring for her grand kid for remembrance. she also got things for her use at home business.  Anita got a gift of blanket from Irabanta.and an umbrella for Nurara.

taking shelter at island at loktak


aunching garden
KAKCHING GARDEN
on 15 October we had gone to wwll memorial cemetery then in the evening a stroll at the evening plaza by the kangla pat.


Kakching garden
At kakching garden
Rainy day at kakching




at Aunching











sendra at Loktak lake

Sendra near Loktak lake

dam at churachandpur
at spot last Japanese battle
at Kombirei leikol



kombirei leikol

evening plaza at Kanglapat

lunch at kombirei leikol


Evening plaza at Kanla pat

stroll at evening plaza kanglapat.
Both my friends left on 16th October for their home at Shillong and Kolkata. The memories spending together at Hotel Imphal will remain always a sweet one.