The boy who made me cry

I’m not really good with reviews but sometimes along comes a book that makes me want to talk about it, read about it and so.. write about it, which is why The Boy in Striped Pajamas by John Boyne found it’s way here.

Set during the WW II the book came out in 2006 and apparently was also made into a film. It tells the story of eight-year-old Bruno, son of a ‘commandant’ in Hitler’s regime. When his family moves from Berlin to Auschwitz Bruno’s world falls apart. Involved in his own life Bruno has no idea what ‘Out-With’ actually is. He is however intrigued by the tall wire fence that surrounds his new home and the people in identical striped pajamas, who live across it and who he can see from his window. The friendless Bruno finally befriends another boy from across the fence. Their friendship grows till one day the boy invites him to explore his world. That’s when the book takes a horrific and sad turn.
The book is written from the perspective of Bruno and you can’t but smile at his innocence. He leaves you to deduce who The Fury (Fuhrer) is and what Out-With is. He has no idea what ‘Jews’ are or even of his own father’s role.
He offers no cruel descriptions of soldier atrocities nor gory tales of Gas chambers. Yet the horror and desperation of the War comes across palpably through the rare instances he witnesses or is part of. And the end is heart-rending.

Phew… that was some book… right up there with my favourites like ‘The Curious Incident of the Dog in the Night Time’. And now I’m moving onto something really light and fluffy… The Twilight Series… definitely teenage stuff, pretty juvenile but what the heck.. I need a break.

Talking of my juvenile side .. what’s up with pottermore.com ? Come 23rd June and JK Rowling has an announcement to make. Here’s hoping she comes out with some more HP books.

Lucknow’s Big Tuesday

“Click”.. the light went on. I squinted at the clock.. 4am. “Just papa,” mumbled I to myself and turned over to catch another 4 hours (at least) of sleep. Well it was Lucknow and I was on vacation.

While waking up at four is my father’s routine.. today was special. The noise level was half a decibel higher as he bathed and readied. Though not a very religious person (he leaves that for the mother), today he will make it to the Hanuman temple before the crowd kicks in. It is ‘Bada Mangal’.

Later in the day I stepped out for a mall-date with my SIL and I was in for a surprise. I had forgotten how Lucknow comes to life on this day. Bada Mangal in Lucknow is a bada deal. If Pune has Ganapati, Lucknow has Bada Mangal. Four Tuesdays of the Jyeshtha month are ‘special’ Lord Hanuman days… that much I knew but I had forgotten the festivities.

First, the food is to die for
The celebrations are something to watch out for. They spill out onto the roads. Bhajans drift on the air from temples big and small. Streets are dotted with pandals every few meters with people distributing the yummiest of foods. We stopped to click some pictures were promptly handed a dona of aloo puri.. hot off the kadhai. Had I been a food writer I would have done better justice to writing about that aloo puri.. all I can say is..eat it to believe it.
There was halwa for dessert and rose sherbet to wash it down with.

No one goes hungry on Bada Mangal

Wish I had a better picture.. the puris are actually being made here
If you’ve been anywhere near Lucknow during the summer you’ll know what a blessing a simple water stall is

According to the Times some even served chowmein while some offered orange squash instead of the traditional rose or khus sherbet. Moving with the times.. eh? But seriously, no one goes hungry on Bada Mangal. Young boys take along carry bags and the organisers gladly filled those up to.

The mela

And there’s more. Roads leading to the main Aliganj temple for kilometers on each side are taken over by stalls selling everything from toys and trinkets to ceramic ware and cutlery. Banglesellers, mehendi wallahs, idol makers, tattoo men line the roads. The crowds are unbelievable. I wish I could have taken the kids but I don’t think I could have handled them with all those goodies on display. Maybe when they’re older..

The story
The Bada Mangal has an interesting story to go with it. Actually there are more than one stories but this one’s my favourite. Apparently the Nawab of Awadh, Shuja Ud Daulah’s wife, Aliya Begum had a dream. Lord Hanuman appeared to her and asked her to build him a temple. When she woke up she directed the Nawab to the site in her dream. The site was excavated and a Hanuman idol was found. The Nawab put in on an elephant to transport it back to his palace. However after a few steps the elephant refused to move and that’s where the temple was built.. that’s the Aliganj temple of Lucknow. Celebrations end today with the concluding Tuesday of the Jyeshtha month.

You know what the most interesting part of the story is? The Aliganj temple has a crescent right over its dome. How’s that for Hindu-Muslim unity?
What’s more, most abattoirs are shut on these Tuesdays and Mutton/Chicken sales hit an all time low. Many Muslims too take up the task of setting up water stalls on Bada Mangal. This really is what Lucknow is all about… what it is famous for — its Ganga Jamuni tehzeeb.

Didn’t I say Lucknow was the best.

No end in sight

Since the kids turned five I was kind of expecting some grown up behaviour from them. However, nothing seems to have changed. They are still refusing to sleep on their own, insisting I put them to sleep, taking hours over their food, nursing grudges like Kane and Able over who got the bigger piece of mango.. and on and on.

Hrit, specially, has been on a naughty trip…. not cute naughty.. naughty naughty.. worrisome naughty.
First, days before his birthday, he chopped off his hair.. here’s proof. See that bald patch??

Then it was worse. While at a dinner at the SIL’s he got his head stuck in that round hole in the table. So what can go in can come out too.. right? Wrong. It just wouldn’t. And he lay there his neck in the hole half in, half out of the table. What a hoo haa followed. Her in-laws fussed around while I tried to keep him distracted. Thankfully the table top was removable and then the ever resourceful SIL managed to hammer the sides off even as the BIL rushed to get a ‘cutter’ from the carpenter’s. We were pretty shaken up. For him however, it was back to business as soon as he was let out making me wonder if it would have been better to keep him there for sometime… at least till we finished dinner in peace.

Grow up Hrit, please…. soon.

By the way their masi is keeping track of the damage they’re inflicting. She has vowed to recover every bit of it from their first salary. I’m sure after this episode the Bua is considering a similar account.

In Lucknow

This is one post I should have done as soon as I got back from my vacation but what with the sister coming back with me and the kids’ birthday… it had to be put off.

After Lucknow’s dusty story I stepped out to the main shopping area, or maybe I should say the erstwhile main shopping area, Hazaratganj and Wow what a pleasant surprise. It is indeed new and oh so improved. Cleared of vehicles the roads look like a runway, shops have uniform sign boards, green patches, tiny fountains, awesome. There’s hope still. Lucknow will always be special.

Given that almost a month has passed since I got back I find it easier to let these pictures do the talking.
Bear with the longish captions please..


STUNTMAN: If you haven’t guessed already.. that’s from
the torturous train journey.
Hrit provided edge-of-the-seat excitement with stunts
such as this one and was the nightmare for all tea/snack-vendors



TWO’S COMPANY: When Naisha refused juice he sorted it out for us by having both of them, simultaneously



DRAWING CLASS: That’s one of Hrit’s ‘boy friends’..
only it turned out she was a she 🙂
 Naisha found a friend in the neighbouring compartment which left Hrit alone in the ‘boys’ team’. And so he went around the entire coach looking out for boy-friends. Finally he found enough of them to make his team bigger (one of who happened to be a girl). So there I was almost running a drawing class in the train for lack of any other way to keep the bunch of them occupied.

 

THE BOOTY: To say that the SIL loves Naturals ice cream would be an understatement. So passionate were her appeals to The Husband and so heart-rending her tales of deprivation (since Naturals doesn’t have an outlet in Lucknow) that he got about ten tubs packed in dry-ice so we could carry it through the 24-hour journey. And doesn’t she look thrilled?

 

BREAKFAST AT LUCKNOW: Ever tried bread-jam and mangoes for breakfast?



TRIAL ROOM: Chaniya Choli gifted by nanima being tried on

 

HAND ART: Naisha’s first proper mehendi ever



IPL ATTACK: The nephews, specially this younger one, is an aspiring Malinga.
Here he is with Naisha’s fake hair for the perfect look.
He has for long debated ‘Easy ways to get rich’. The two he shortlisted were to ‘star in a film’ or to ‘play the world cup’. The first option was discarded because it had too many people involved and any mess up by any one could be the end of his dream. And so that left the second option. If I may quote ‘sirf ball ki dhulayi karni hai’. What’s better, reasoned he, by the time he grew up Malinga would be too old to really trouble him.. so the Cup is ours.

 

SARTORIAL WONDER: If Nanima got new clothes for Naisha
she couldn’t leave out Shanti, could she?
Here she is cornered by Naisha into stitching up new clothes for her doll. Of course Mowgli got new clothes too.

 

CARD GAMES: Then it was Dadima’s turn to keep Naisha occupied with a card game.

 

FURSAT KE RAAT DIN: Though the husband was there for just a few days he made the most of them. Here he is chopping up some watermelon while the older nephew bites in



BONDING: Hrit, Naisha play the hoop with their cousin

 

MORE BONDING: Apparently that’s how boys bond.



MASI GYAN: This is something I could never do and so the masi took up the task of imparting
this crucial skill to Naisha. Take a guess..
… that’s right.. she’s teaching Naisha to whistle.
Now you know why masi is such a hit with the kids

POTTED: And finally these two pics are of a roadside shop that completely fascinates me.
I guess it’s all about the colors. Love it

So which one’s your favourite?

Next up.. Nainital pics.