Yesterday around 10.30 am I was ready to resume my regular walk around the creek. Changing regular direction I took the right side and up on the path of the slope of the hill. My attention shifted to that lady crossing the stop sign and then taking the same slope of the hill I intended to go. I was curious and wanted to have a conversation with her. I tried to patch up the distance of about 2 yards. Yes, I would be able to catch up with her and I was determined to do so. Finally I said "Hello" to her. She turned to look at me cracking a little smile from her lips and spreading to her whole face. I realized she could not converse with me in common language English except few words even though she understood what I asked her.

Meeting my old friend

After long 12 years I met at Las Vegar my friend Radha on 25th December. It was her birthday too. Her daughter-in-law Priya brought quite good gifts for her mother-in-law Radha, that same day as she happened to return from India. It was a perfect day for Radha's birthday.
She was my buddy in Kalikota, going  together for prayer meetings of Sathya Sai Baba in the same city and also at Puttaparty in Southern India. She moved to US while I moved to Canada around same time from India early 1990s, but we kept in touch regularly for some time. Eventually I moved to US in Northern California where she also lived. But after some time she moved away with her children to Las Vegas and we kept in touch but not regularly.
This time during Christmas 2013 I had chance to meet her and spent the evening on 25th December evening with her in her home and then in one of the casinos. Well It was the most memorable day of my visit  among all my previous visits to Las Vegas  Meeting my friend after more than a decade was a special day.

About life today.

12/18/13
Life is a roller coaster, so uncertain what will be next. But challenging it  and come out of it is success and can bring happiness. But one should not forget there will always be some rough surface on the path which we have to encounter.
How one can make happy for others while advice coming from leaders as if they are like high priests. That is not lesson for Buddhism I am sure.

The Letter

Dear Nilu

I was ten when I met you and fell in love with you instantly. It was the day I accompanied my grandmother while visiting someone in Kalinagar village in Jiribam India.   You immediately captured my attention. You were so tiny and cute and playful.

             I  still remember on the way to Kalinagar just at the side of the sugar cane field something was going on. We could smell sweet and tingling hitting our nose. Grandmother asked me “ Do you want to drink something sweet?”

            “I don’t know, is it good?”

            “You can try”

            So we turned toward the shade where the villagers were busy making brown sugar from sugarcane juice.   Inside the ditch, logs of woods were kept burning. On top of the fire is the large tin container for boiling the sugarcane juice until it was solidified into Jaggary ( brown colored sugar). The woman who was among those villagers handed me an earthen cup containing the hot sugarcane juice . It was very good. 

            Then when we came toward Tomba’s house that was when we passed your gate and saw you following Moina the girl who just got water from the pond in front of her house. (Moina had the hair cut of a bang on the forehead and on two sides of her cheeks covered  cut to  chin length.  That was the sign those days, in our custom to show that the girl was now of marriageable age.)  Moina just got her pitcher filled with water from the pond and ready to go inside her house, my grandmother called her name.

“Moina , how are you doing?”

Moina turned her face and smiled and answered, “ Oh ---------where are you going to, Aigyabok?” she asked, responding to my grandmother. (Agyabok means grandma with respect)

“Going to Tomba’s house, we’re wondering about that little thing following you?”

“Yes I found it when it was very small and  lost its parents”

“ So cute” I said.

Moina then asked me “ Do you want to have it?” I couldn’t believe my ears.

“Yes, yes” I shouted with excitement and looked at my grandmother anxiously waiting for her response. She seemed surprised at the unexpected outcome. The asked Moina, “What do you feed a squirrel?”

“Give her some corn and nuts, also fruits.”

            Later we came to know Moina the girl who took care of you was to be married soon. So she wanted you to have someone who will take care of you. She put you in your wooden box with some rags in it for you to sleep. You didn’t cry or try to run away. Your fur so soft and fluffy tail, how I enjoyed touching it.  You didn’t mind and played with me.  Since that day you had been my constant companion for nearly one year.

            That was  seven decades ago that I met you and lost you one day without any warning. The terrible day you were crushed under the foot of the 180 lb weight of our dear guest. He was unaware of your habit of following people in the house and he stepped on you accidentally. The shocked moment made me cry for days and I could never forget you.

            This year 2012 during winter months, a couple of squirrels made their nest between the roof and ceiling of our house facing backyard , bringing all the strings from the nylon umbrella which turned into pieces ultimately becoming  their nest. One of the couple always stood looking toward our kitchen expecting some food. Because we had stopped feeding birds and it was mainly their source of food. It stood as if asking us why no bird feeds? We felt pity on it and gave cashew nuts and ground nuts and became its regular waiting schedule sometimes even knocking on the glass door. When Spring came it disappeared suddenly and never came back. I felt sad  again bringing the memory of my beloved Nilu of my childhood days. So it is to let you know that I always miss you and can never forget you, my beloved Nilu.

Your friend, Jamuna

Birth day celebration for Bianca on her 18th birthday Oct 2nd 2013

My sweet lovely grand daughter Bianca's 18th birthday on 2nd October was celebrated with friends and families. It was a fun gathering most of them being from Shillong and Assam. I am so proud of my cute Bianca who is now studying in Toronto University. That was a perfect time for me as I could attend my College graduates alumni and also her birthday.
I still remember the day of her birth just as if happened only yesterday but time passes by so fast It is as if at a blink she has grown so big. God bless her my little one.

RAKCON graduates reunion in Toronto Sept 27-29 2013.

Rajkumari Amritkaur College of Nursing Reunion

Rajkumari Amritkaur  College of Nursing, New Delhi graduates had reunion on September 27 and 28 at Toronto Ontario at the residence of Ms Ushi Choudhuri. About 40 members attended the get together and had our social event in the evening with song and dances from the members. Next day was our formal introduction and getting to know each other, followed by sumptuous lunch. I was the most senior, being a graduate in 1958, Two other members were 1959 grads. The youngest graduate was of 1990. I had presented my books of poetry to Ms Ushi Chouhduri the graceful lady, the hostess of the event as a token of appreciation for her hospitality. Listening to the members about their achievement and success. was really heartwarming.