A day in the life …….

October 5, 2009

Cycling in Sinai Bagh

Cycling in Sinai Bagh

When I am in Bangalore, one of the questions that keeps popping up regularly is how I spend my time in Goa. For all those who are still waiting for an answer, here is an indicative list. By no means is it exhaustive. Some of the items are attempted on a best effort basis.

During school days, I try and wake up at around 530 (AM that is). Trusha leaves for school at 615 and it gives me immense pleasure to see her off in the morning. I even manage to rustle up a breakfast for her, which most times, she is happy to wolf down without complaints. Come to think of it, it is difficult to go wrong with milk, apples, bananas, breads and cereal.

My next big task for the day is to try and wake up Tikku. For me, this is the most challenging task of the day. I have to admit that, by and large, Tikku has the measure of me. More often than not, I give up midway and leave this onerous task to Beni.

Tikku is also a lot more discerning when it comes to breakfast. The spread that Trusha unfailingly relishes very rarely meets Tikku’s high culinary standards. Consequently, there is little for me to contribute other than keeping her milk warm and ready.

In the meanwhile, I do get my cup of tea ready. Again, hugely satisfying, considering that I would struggle to boil water back in Bangalore. Seems like a different world. I have come to realise what a big virtue self reliance is. No wonder the Mahatma kept espousing it.

Some days I am so rushed in the mornings that I do not have my first smoke till about 90 minutes after waking up. Considering that smoking was the first thing that I used to do in the morning for about 15 odd years, this is indeed a significant comedown. These days, I make up for the absence of the early morning cigarette by chain smoking a couple after the kids have departed to school. By the way, often times, I drop Tikku in school. This is particularly exhausting considering the school is less than half a kilometre away.

The interval between Tuchi’s and Tikku’s leaving for school affords me the pleasure of going for a cycle ride. This is most definitely one of the high points of living life in Goa. The scenic settings, the crisp morning air with just the hint of the early morning sun is something I really look forward to and something that I miss whenever I am travelling. The well laid out roads here,the abundance of cycling routes and the relative absence of motor traffic makes cycling in Goa a delight.

As you can see, no mention of reading the newspapers. There are no newspaper delivery boys/ girls/ men/ women in Curtorim. Curtorim is almost exclusively a self service economy. If you believe in keeping yourself abreast of what is happening around the world please help yourself by walking to the nearest corner shop and getting the newspapers of your choice. Most days, I do without reading the papers and honestly am none the worse for it.

With the kids in school, the rest of the morning is taken up in matters related to the setting up of the house. Endless chats with the resident plumber, electrician, gardener, tiler (roof tiling is a tedious science and from what I have seen here is more hit and miss, unfortunately for us more misses than hits), painter, well cleaner, electricity board linesman, telephone man …..

To maintain my sanity during these discussions, I escape ever so often to check on my mails (of which there are precious few these days), and mindlessly surf the net. Temporary sanity restored, I go back and continue the discussions with my motley artisans. Another virtue that I have had to exercise has been patience. Patience is one currency that you will need to hoard and bring to Goa.

By this time the kids would be back from school, then it’s time for lunch followed by a siesta. When in Goa, do as Goans do. The first time I saw the gardeners taking their post lunch nap, I was shocked and at the same time hugely relieved to know that their communal nap had nothing to do with the swine flu threat that the whole state was worried about.

Post afternoon, the cerebral discussions continue and I am almost thankful when the time comes for the sundry workers to call it a day. It is only after their departure that I realise that actually not much progress has been made towards making the house a little more habitable. But worse is to follow as I gallantly take on the task of helping Tikku complete her homework. The less said about this the better. It all ends very tragically with me losing my temper and not for the life of me able to figure out why she cannot remember M for Mug or K for Kite. She infuriates me further by insisting that K is for Fruit and F is for onion. I leave Beni to clean up the mess after me and thankfully pick up A Long Walk to Freedom by Mandela.

I hope this satisfies the curioisity of those keen to know my daily routine in Goa.


One Response to “A day in the life …….”

  1. Bennita Says:

    As usual, will add my two bit. Those of you who know Gani may imagine that the above routine described is a figment of his fertile imagination. I would have thought so too some months ago. But truth is sometimes stranger than fiction. The man who was incapable of boiling water is now able to turn out a neat cheese omlette as well as a nifty dosa. So there is still hope……However, the one drawback of living in a place like Goa is that he has become an even bigger procrastinator (if it is possible) than before…..

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

Connecting to %s

%d bloggers like this: