A leap year I am told.
The last year ended on a very dark note - losing an old jewel among my friends, suddenly and without any apparent reason, except a one in a thousandth case of cardio surgery complications, at one of the best equipped and manned Heart Care centres in Delhi. The combined prayers and efforts of the best Cardiovascular surgeons in town over several tortous hours failed to check the cruel hand of fate .
The grief stricken faces of Ranjana, Suman, Pikku and the Saikia brothers known to me for over 40 years was too much to bear and I left the hospital, desolate, around midnight. I knew that the battle was over, and the last minute efforts of the AIIMS team which went into the Escorts OT were highly unlikely to succeed.
When Gokul confirmed at 0430 hrs on the cell phone that Ashok ( Roon to family) was no more. Oh No was my reaction in disbelief, though I knew that it was inevitable when I had slept. That is the philosophy of miracles not happening!
Did not quite feel upto leaving for the airport with the kids for the brief get away at Goa planned months in advance. I had anticipated the family taking ashok to Titabar in Assam for the last rites which I was informed was being done. Embalming at AIIMS and the entire family alongwith the remains leaving for Guwahati by the 4 PM flt. Moon the brother immediately after Roon ( based in Jorhat Assam)had already in the morning via Calcutta to make advance preparations.
It was over. Only the formalities involving the family remained to be carried out. The gettogether of three generation cutting across contents involving six cuples and children would have turned sour if I dropped out at the last minute. his would not be fair I thought. So I went to the airport.
Shailey and I were in Goa after nearly eight years. Despite the steep rise in the volume and density of the autos on the roads, we were not disappointed. Met up the few old friends from the early seventies when I spent three years there, as SP Goa , Daman and Diu. The landscape was as charming and the air as balmy as before. The pace of life suddenly slows down as one drives out of the Dabolim( Goa) airport in the port town of Vasco.
The one big change was the bridge over the Zuari river. Earlier, there was only the two ferry boats which took across four cars at a time in the opposite directions.
The Sun and Sand hotel overlooking the Mandovi ( the other great river estuary on which Goa is located) in Panjim is an architectual beauty . It appears tht the five storied hotel has been woven around the old trees on the hill top. A nice and cozy place with the proverbial Goan friendly and hospitable service.
Funkiet Martins and Dr Antonio Valadares our old friends had both gone out of their way as usual to arrange every evening entertainment for the nearly fourteen strong family which had congregated in Goa to spend three nights together. We met up with Funkiet and Antonio's families at different places including the fabulous house of Sadiq, Funkiet's brother-in law married to Gidda, Nanda's ( Funkiet's wife) sister overlooking the Arabian Sea at Donna Paula, a picturesque land mark of Goa close to Panjim town.
Except for our 1 year old granddaughter Antara's stomach infection and six months old Akshay (my late brother's grandson) alo being similarly infected just before our departure at Dabolim, the Goa trip was enjoyable and tranquil with a lot of good goan sea-food, wine, drinks and live music by Goan musical Groups.
Goa was nice and warm but Delhi was feezing when we landed at Palam on Second Jan evening. Delhi was in the grip of a severe cold wave withtemperatures 5 degrees below normal.
The family and close friends dinner do at home last night was well attended with almost all turning up. Shailey had as susual put together a lot of good food while the Boys and I kept the best drinks flowing. All 40 + had a good time with the kids spilling into the bedrooms and the Study.
More in my next Blog for the family with some stuff on my favourite subject Gardening.
Wishing all a happy and healthy 2008
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Good to read your first blog post Dad, we should put your earlier Delhi Diary entries on this! Unless you plan to carry on both !!
It was very shocking to all of us to hear about Ashok Uncle, and I am sure it was really hard for you to come out to be with us at Goa, but you pulled it off smilingly as always ! Thanks Dad for giving us a great time back home as always.. love, Abhiram (Bittoo)
Dad,
At times like these one wonders why God acts in the strange way that he does. i think you are set with your blog now. Will look for updates on your blog every week.
love
-Ankur
I learnt about the passing away of Ashok Saikia in Himachal Pradesh when I got a call from Sushil Gupta. Only a few days before his 'final departure' we had met at his place in Gurgaon for lunch...
"Abey kya khayegaa...I can offer you Assamese food or we can go out somewhere..." I opted for homemade food cooked by his 'Man Friday' from Assam.
"Yaar kahan gayab ho jaata hai...?" He greeted me when we met after more than a year. I have moved to Himachal Pradesh on an assignment, although I have a house in Gurgaon not far from where Ashok lived.
After a hearty meal, comprising mouth-watering fish curry, a glass of wine, we moved to his study to hear excellent music...go down the memory lane...and glance through his collection of books.
"Abey cigar piyega...I know you left smoking two years back...But try this one it is good...Ranjana is not here...so let's go to the balcony...otherwise she complains of the smell..."
We settled down on the chairs in the balcony of his flat..."Ab bataa kya kar rahaa hai?"
We went on and on...with spells of silence...for nearly three hours...remembering our student days in the college...then when he was a young civil servant...covering decades of shared memories...
Ashok would trace me out in the far out places (I am basically a loner!!!) and reach out to me with a smiling face..."Ulu-ke-patthe kahan gayab ho jaataa hai...!!!"
Even when he worked in his office on the Raisina Hills in New Delhi, he would take out time for an hour or two to relax and chat..."The food in this office is not too bad, so come whenever you want." He knew my weakness for good food and...!!!
"OK since you are in Himachal now tell me when can we visit Kinnaur...?"
I told him that the area gets snowbound and we may get stuck if we go there now. "All right then we go in March or April...and lets spend sometime together in the hills trekking."
Time flew...and then it was time to take leave..."You know Swaraaj I now love, and spend most of my time, with BMW...Books, Music and Wine..."
So wherever you are Ashok...just have a wonderful time...But we miss you very much...
Swaraaj Chauhan
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