Wednesday, 28 December 2011

Thank You

Thank You Aymangla villagers (Bangalore-Pondicherry Highway) and Mr Nitin Tonpe of Cummins Engg Oil for seeing P and me safely back home after the horrible accident we met on our way to Pondicherry, last year, this day.
Thanks to all those people who helped me out of the car and ensured that I was safe and unhurt. I don't know their names, but I remember their faces all too well. In case I ever run into them I will thank them.
No thanks to that reckless, sleepy driver of the truck we hit into.
And, no thanks to the cops who fleeced both the driver (who was responsible for the accident) and us for a few thousand bucks.
Should I be remembering the bitter memory? I guess so...because I am still alive. I can't forget the fact that we did meet a few good souls too.
So thanks again villagers of Aymangla and Nitin Tonpe.

Monday, 12 December 2011

I Wish...

I wish I had a chance to meet Mario Miranda. It has been my earnest wish for fours years now to meet him and wander in the rooms, attics and verandas of his 130-year-old house.
Maybe I can still get a chance of wandering in the house, but I wonder if it will be the same without nursing the hope of bumping into the creator of Miss Fonseca and Nimbu Pani.
I happened to read the online edition of Gerard D'souza's coffee table book on Miranda. And, since then I was dying to own a piece of Miranda. When I got the book I felt I was truly lucky and blessed.
Many nights when I was unable to sleep I used to leaf through the pages and chuckle at Miranda's wicked sense of humour and gape at his acute portrayal of life as he saw it.
I have reread his family story - the story of the house and the well which stood in the compound.
I wish I could see the house. I wish I could have met Miranda. Even his silhouette by the window would have been enough.