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Mother, writer and daydreamer. Also chocoholic and chick-flick lover. But mainly mommy. To two boys, at that! When not escorting my Elder One (EO) to karate class, I'm trying to get in as many cuddles as possible from my Younger One (YO). And when not doing either, I'm hard-at-work trying to maintain a steady relationship with my laptop. And as for the Man I Married (MIM), well, let’s just put it this way – even though we share a bedroom, our most meaningful conversations are held over the cell-phone!

Saturday, August 29, 2009

Shantiniketan and Party Time

So the MIM and I went to Shantiniketan. Suddenly. An impromptu but much needed trip. I won't say much about why we went, except for the fact that a project very close to our hearts required immediate attention. We were supposed to go two weeks ago, but what with the boys being ill, that obviously didn't happen.

So when friends of ours called Friday morning to tell us they were going and would we like to tag along, the MIM jumped at the opportunity. I declined...too much to do here. But an hour before they were scheduled to leave, I felt guilty about letting the MIM go and tackle everything on his own, so I called him up at work and said I'd go too. He was thrilled :)

I quickly coordinated with Maa-Janoni about my kids and I knew they'd be fine. Finally, sometime after one, the PJ couple and their two adorable sons, S1 and S2 arrived and we were on our way. Seeing S1 and S2, both of whom happen to be near about my boys' ages, made my heart ache for my little ones! This was the first time I had ever left both of them behind and gone off somewhere with the MIM. I am hoping this will be the last! ('hoping', I said 'hoping'! Don't want it to turn into a case of famous last words and jinx the proceedings now!)

Shantiniketan is glorious and peaceful and beautiful. It's just nature all around, nature and an awe-inspiring sense of creative energy. It's not beautiful in the picture-postcard sense, but there is that je ne sais quoi about it. A feeling, I guess. Moments waiting to be inhaled in deep lungfuls until it becomes a part of you. My words here cannot begin to do justice to the feelings I associate with the just awakens the poet in me, the country-lover, the nature worshipper, the absolute pagan, Wiccan, songbird that my soul believes itself to be.

Here, I become a Tagorean song. I am batik and kantha and Santhali jewelry. Aami ghono megher chhaya, aami mishti haowaar chhowaa. Aami paakhir daak, aami maatir meye. I start wondering what I'm doing with my life, the sheer materialism of it all and worry about not nourishing my spirit enough. *sigh*

So last night, while one part of me drank deeply of the soil, the other part missed my boys something fierce...especially when I saw the way S1 and S2 were hugging each other in their sleep. Even the MIM stopped short in his tracks as he passed by the doorway and saw them sleeping. He stood there for a long time, looking at them wistfully and smiling a sweet-sad smile.

Never again. *sigh* Never again. I HOPE, I HOPE!! (jinx, anti0jinx, counter-jinx and whatever other jinx-nix there is!!)
I was in a rush to get back! The YO had a birthday party to attend, at 4.30 and I really wanted him to go. It was his first, official invitation, after all. The first, classmate's-birthday-party! How could he not go? And he was so excited about it too!

Things got off to a late start, we barely finished what we had come for, had lunch and by the time we set off, it was past two! Three hours is the bare minimum that it normally takes...without pee-breaks, cha-breaks and the like. That meant reaching the city by five...if we were lucky!

The MIM flew the car on the highway. Really! And we combined the breaks into a one-stop, do-all break and set off again. We reached home at 5.15! I literally jumped out of the car, made a mad scramble for the flat, changed and wrapped the birthday present in 15 minutes flat! A record! I'm sure!

It was almost 5.40 by the time we left and my little one could hardly contain his excitement! We reached at around 6.10...we had just missed the cake cutting :( but we were just in time for the khoi-bag. I had made a mental promise to my son that I would take him to his very own, first ever officially invited party, even if it was for half-an-hour. And I thank God that I was able to keep my promise to my little boy!

We were there for over an hour and I watched in wonder and happiness as I saw my little boy socialize with his friends, his peer group, his world away from home. I was filled with an indescribable sense of joy that I could do this for my son and be a part of it as well.

I had a lovely time as well and now, I'm finally feeling the strain of the last 48 hours and I'm ready to collapse. Let's not forget the pilates class that I attended before deciding to zoom off on the little road trip! As I feel my butt turn numb while my bones slowly turn to mud, one of my life's greatest truths comes crashing down on me...I'm so not a spring chicken any more. I'm all freeze-dried and rock solid. No amount of thawing is my salvation. I'm old, I'm old, I'm old.

Well, I'm just not young anymore. *sigh*


Passionate Goof said...

Thank God! You made it to the party. Very good. And the trip to Shantiniketan sounds great. The road to Bolpur is excellent, I have heard, must have made the drive fun too isn't it? Did you get any handicrafts from there?

Sparkling said...

Sometimes when I read your posts, I strongly feel I wish I knew a lil bit of Bengali, don't know why!

I'm glad YO is all spritely now and it looks like he had a good time! :)

You're as old as you think M4, and remember you're the pretty princess with two cute prince's :D


Passionate Goof said...

Oh! and about the growing old bit, i so feel it every single day these days, just cannot pack as much into my days as I could earlier. Its such a sad feeling is it not. I want to be 18 all my life!!

The Ketchup Girl said...

I start wondering what I'm doing with my life, the sheer materialism of it all and worry about not nourishing my spirit enough. *sigh*
- double sigh to those lines.

My mamato sosur and fmly have built a beautiful cottage in Shatiniketan.
I've heard stories about what the place does to your soul. No amount of coaxing has made my boring bong husband budge to buy a teeny piece of property there. I so so want to retire in a place like that.

Old did u say? And I was trying to imagine how u look and the picture is that of a scintillating bong-shell. :). Its all in the mind, gal. Pilates will make you look and feel like j Lo! Yo baby! Cheers to that!

I love kiddy birthdays as much as my bachcha does. did u manage to take a video of how to gift wrap in a jiffy?

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

@PG: I can't begin to tell you how happy I am to have made it to the party :D
And the drive to Bolpur really is lovely. Next time you're here, perhaps? I'm a handicrafts junkie, but unfortunately there wasn't time. I did manage to pick up some ashram-made aachaar, bori and ghee though.
As for the age bit, my happy number is 25! That's what I want to be, forever and ever!

@Sparkling: You say the sweetest things! Really you do!
And yes, it's such a relief to have the YO back to his normal self :)
And correction, I'm the fat hag mamma to two cute princes!

@KG: Let's do a trip when you come here. It'll be such fun! The place really does nourish you! And if your hubby dear ever does change his mind, let me know...
As for the bong-shell business, not anymore my dear, not any more. I think my ob-gyn extracted every last bit out of me when doing my 2nd C-sec. He transferred the baby out and put in buckets of lard and unattractiveness in his place!
I should sue!!!

Piper .. said...

Ohh I have been planning for the longest time now to visit Shantiniketan. Imagine having learnt Rabindra sangeet for more than 10 years and never once having visited! :( I so understand your sentiments about the place. Exactly what I have imagined I`ll feel..

Monika said...

Aww.....glad u could make it back in time.

The way u describe Shantiniketan makes me want to go there so badly now. The handicrafts bit is an added attraction. Just wish hubby dear & I shared the same interests.

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

@Piper: You will feel it...definitely! You can't help but! Maybe next time you're here?

Mamma mia! Me a mamma? said...

@Mon, Ansh: If hubby lets you and Ansh away for the weekend, I can totally take you :)

Anonymous said...

Shantiniketan is on my to-do list. For ever so long. I've never actually been to Calcutta or anywhere nearby.

Do post some pics pls.

Poppins said...

That sounds tiring, but fun! Shantiniketan! I don't know when if ever I'll come to Calcutta, have heard so much about it from my part-bengali friend.

Mystic Margarita said...

Shantiniketan is a beautiful place that makes me feel like a 'matir meye', too. I'm so glad you could make it to the birthday party with YO as well.

And as for getting old - I mowed our yard this weekend since our lawn care person couldn't be reached and my arms are still all achy! :( But I gotta tell you this, I have started running - I hate going to the gym - so I have started running around 2 miles along our subdivision sidewalks - and, tiring though it is, I feel better :)