Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts
Showing posts with label joy. Show all posts

Friday, July 10, 2015

Melbourne Memories


Reading through my posts brought on nostalgia! So, here's what I will remember -

First of all, reconnecting with my cousin Penny who is still the delightful presence that I remember from childhood – the only cousin whom I have really known. And her husband, Ian, is a darling too.  I am all of 64 years old and he calls me ‘Kiddo!’ What’s not to love?  I got to catch up with her sons and their wives: the elder is the baby I carried - he is now a grown man with teenage sons and a person of eminence.  The younger son, who was a little fellow when I first encountered him, still retains his shy smile and happy demeanour.  He’s also ace at choosing fabulous places to eat!! 


I got to catch up with other cousins, too, some of whom I had met years ago and one who I was meeting for the very first time!!  David is still the big and burly giant to my slight frame but definitely closer in image to Santa than the teenage lad who used to take me piggy-back.  His wife, Jackie, was all affection and super-efficiency.  And I was the pampered ‘little cousin’!  I loved meeting their children and extended family – most of all I loved Tim’s renovated caravans.  A home on wheels is a beckoning adventure!  


Catching up with Eslyn and his lovely wife, Christina, brought back happy memories of Uncle Dudley, my Mum’s older brother.  And the ‘tea party’ in Melbourne city with Penelope Jane rounded off the encounters of the relative kind.  


From the original family of ten that my mother belonged to, this may seem like a small number but quite a few of her siblings did not marry, some (as I) are only children and one cousin has, sadly, passed on.  My visit did achieve what it aimed to do – catch up with family!

And then there was the road-trip to Sydney and Canberra with the Anglo Indian Association. Boy oh boy, that was a family trip of a very different kind.  A joyful, exuberant, friendly busload of people who were glad to share their memories of an India that would be totally unrecognizable to them today.  They also shared an amazing variety of food (reminded me of our train journeys when I was still a child and the picnic hampers we carried from destination to destination), the songs of yesteryears and Bingo!!  Yes, the memories are plenty and nostalgic!!!


Of Melbourne itself (in preference, Sydney and Canberra come a distant second and third) I will remember the tree lined suburbs with houses boasting the prettiest gardens – the freshest air, the cleanest water (I did not need to carry my bottle – we drank straight from the tap), the well-kept surroundings, the fantastic food.


Of Australia, as a country, I will remember the really huge open spaces, the miles and miles of road that made up the longest distances, the outsize servings that are characteristic of every meal and the rejoinder ‘no worries, mate’ to my sometimes necessary ‘sorry’!  But what made the greatest impact is that here one sees that good governance really works – it is visible in every aspect of daily living: the efficiency, the courtesy, the observance of rules, the honesty and accountability.  I never heard a car honk and the consideration observed on the road by every driver is to be seen to be believed. It is perhaps significant that on the only occasion when I was almost ripped off, it was by someone of Asian origin!! 


And all this is just the ‘outline’!  



Yes, it was a good trip – a fantastic trip - and as memories grow distant, my heart will still carry the happiness of a month much enjoyed, the anticipation of living as family certainly achieved.


Thursday, May 20, 2010

The Easiest Thing in the World

Quite some years ago, while studying at an upcountry school, the Canossian nuns introduced us to the concept of ‘one good deed a day’ with hilarious consequences. In our eagerness to impress the nuns, we embarked on a multitude of ‘good deeds’ and outdid each other in inventiveness with some not so happy results, like taking old people across the road even when they didn’t want to go!

Once I had got over the fervor – and that was pretty quickly – the concept still holds me in thrall even though it is now limited to just the one good deed and probably not every day. It is amazing at how something so very small can pay such very large dividends; the dividend being very tangible in terms of joy. It could be just a smile while exchanging glances on the street or a simple please and thank you to the bus conductor or train ticket vendor. From the startled smiles and quickly muttered, ‘you’re welcome’, I realise how rarely they hear ‘thank you’ from the daily commuter. It could be that little extra in the tip and a few words of appreciation to the waiter in a restaurant or it could be taking the time to make a phone call to a senior citizen just to say, ‘thinking of you’. It could be getting down to cleaning a cupboard and finding stuff to give away (double dividend!!). Little things that make a difference.

The idea is not so much to gather heaven’s pennies for the piggy-bank but to change this world for the better in incremental and possible ways. The easiest thing in the world? Not really! When the day has started badly or something annoys or unsettles, the possibility of good deeds flies out of the window. And this is one area where charity seldom begins at home. But the flip-side is that when things are out of kilter, you can make a withdrawal from that ‘piggy-bank’ and enjoy a good deed to yourself. Indulge in that extra cup of tea, a timeout in your personal space, a phone chat to a friend – whatever takes away the stress. Because in the time honoured realm of good deeds, what goes round comes round!