Teacher & Anchor for my lifetime
September 11, 2022
by Rina Dolwani
Remembered Mummy so much on 5th September, Teacher's day. Opened this page to write something, but couldn't - going through all that is already on this memorial, brought back too much of the distress we went through last year.
"Mummy, I hope you are well and at peace, and looking out for us. We still need your hand on our heads, blessing us and giving us strength."
Mummy was a person of action, and more importantly, whose actions and words were matched in all ways. She maintained a straightforward approach in speech, as well as in her actions. I have had the misfortune of having people in my life who are glib talkers, who talk of principles and values, while being totally duplicitous in their actions and life. And I am so thankful to Mummy, who gave us such a direct and unapologetic approach towards not accepting grey and black.
Another thing that Mummy was very particular about was living within her means - even if it meant extreme frugality. She was not in the least concerned about appearances. I would like to explain via an example:
Mummy purchased her house in Sarvodaya in 1978. It was in the same lane as Nanaji's, but in block D. When we acquired it, it had one and a half floors constructed. The Ground floor was empty and the first floor, which was half built up, already had a tenant family, by the name of Chatterjee - a merry family of 4 and a dog named Julie.
Sandy and I were thrilled, as she was too, I am sure. For her, it was a big step forward. After widowhood in 1970, she had already spent 8 years in her father's house. It was a period of struggle and coming to terms with how her life would be like and she had had time to regather her strength and make up her mind to be strong for herself and her children.
She sold off all her jewellery, keeping only 2-3 items, that reminded her of some happy events of her married life: her engagement, Sandy's birth and mine. She also took some loans from her siblings and accumulated the amount needed for the purchase.
Right from the start, she had a plan for saving money, to pay off these loans. She decided to live in the front two rooms of the Ground floor, renting out the rear two rooms. A small kitchen was built in the rear of the house for the next tenant family, that would live on the ground floor.
I remember the shifting even now - everyday, after returning to Nanaji's from school and finishing lunch, we would run across to the new house with hangers and packets full of our clothes and other belongings. The first few days were full of scrubbing the house clean and organising our lives. Mummy, in her typical quiet and self-sufficient manner, took charge of everything, doing most of the hard work herself. I do not remember much hired help being around for anything, for some years. No school days were lost, either for her or us, despite the added load that came for maintaining a separate establishment, with its own chore, and life in the new house gradually settled to being normal.
We got used to coming back to a quiet house, that was our domain - in which to do as we pleased. Mummy's house was a pillar of support for her - a place she owned, where she and her children could have her own routines, we could be noisy at will... - it was really like a third, adult child for her - that sheltered us and provided her the much needed additional resources to pay off debts and secure our future.
I remember that till the debts taken for the purchase of the house were paid off, she did not allow herself and us, any luxuries. Food was cooked on a kerosene stove, there was no television, not even an electric iron - there was a coal iron that was used once a week, for ironing the week's washing. She only purchased a fridge, since it was really essential for preserving food in the Delhi heat. We were too young to understand the import or intention behind what she did - we lived in a house that did not have most gadgets or paraphernalia that others had, but were too mindful of the fact that we needed to be aligned with her in her plan to emerge out of our struggles.
It was an evening in the middle of the week and my school uniform shirt needed to be ironed. Since we did not have a batch of clothes to be ironed, I asked mummy and went over to the Dhobi, across the park to get it ironed. But the Dhobi was winding up his work and had emptied the coal iron - I requested him to please iron only the 1 shirt I needed. He replied that he wanted to get home in time to see Chitrahaar, and no more ironing would be done.
I remember being really shocked by that - I came home and told Mummy that even the Dhobi had a television. It was as if our impoverishment had hit a new low!
She, of course, had explained that it was not an essential item to have and we would buy these when we had money to spare. But till then, we had to be content with having a roof over our heads, healthy food and being educated in a good school.
Spending our formative years witnessing how she bore all the challenges life threw at her, has contributed a lot to how Sandy and I shaped out. And I for one, am very very thankful of having been there for her - in the minuscule way that I could support her by only being around. She had a single focus - getting our lives on track (good values, good health, good education, reliable career). She did not want us to ever face what she had - and while life & death were not in anyone's control, she did her best to ensure that we would never be caught helpless, if ever life dealt us any blow.
Thanks, Mummy, for being you. You were, and are, the lodestar of our lives. I love you lots.
"Mummy, I hope you are well and at peace, and looking out for us. We still need your hand on our heads, blessing us and giving us strength."
Mummy was a person of action, and more importantly, whose actions and words were matched in all ways. She maintained a straightforward approach in speech, as well as in her actions. I have had the misfortune of having people in my life who are glib talkers, who talk of principles and values, while being totally duplicitous in their actions and life. And I am so thankful to Mummy, who gave us such a direct and unapologetic approach towards not accepting grey and black.
Another thing that Mummy was very particular about was living within her means - even if it meant extreme frugality. She was not in the least concerned about appearances. I would like to explain via an example:
Mummy purchased her house in Sarvodaya in 1978. It was in the same lane as Nanaji's, but in block D. When we acquired it, it had one and a half floors constructed. The Ground floor was empty and the first floor, which was half built up, already had a tenant family, by the name of Chatterjee - a merry family of 4 and a dog named Julie.
Sandy and I were thrilled, as she was too, I am sure. For her, it was a big step forward. After widowhood in 1970, she had already spent 8 years in her father's house. It was a period of struggle and coming to terms with how her life would be like and she had had time to regather her strength and make up her mind to be strong for herself and her children.
She sold off all her jewellery, keeping only 2-3 items, that reminded her of some happy events of her married life: her engagement, Sandy's birth and mine. She also took some loans from her siblings and accumulated the amount needed for the purchase.
Right from the start, she had a plan for saving money, to pay off these loans. She decided to live in the front two rooms of the Ground floor, renting out the rear two rooms. A small kitchen was built in the rear of the house for the next tenant family, that would live on the ground floor.
I remember the shifting even now - everyday, after returning to Nanaji's from school and finishing lunch, we would run across to the new house with hangers and packets full of our clothes and other belongings. The first few days were full of scrubbing the house clean and organising our lives. Mummy, in her typical quiet and self-sufficient manner, took charge of everything, doing most of the hard work herself. I do not remember much hired help being around for anything, for some years. No school days were lost, either for her or us, despite the added load that came for maintaining a separate establishment, with its own chore, and life in the new house gradually settled to being normal.
We got used to coming back to a quiet house, that was our domain - in which to do as we pleased. Mummy's house was a pillar of support for her - a place she owned, where she and her children could have her own routines, we could be noisy at will... - it was really like a third, adult child for her - that sheltered us and provided her the much needed additional resources to pay off debts and secure our future.
I remember that till the debts taken for the purchase of the house were paid off, she did not allow herself and us, any luxuries. Food was cooked on a kerosene stove, there was no television, not even an electric iron - there was a coal iron that was used once a week, for ironing the week's washing. She only purchased a fridge, since it was really essential for preserving food in the Delhi heat. We were too young to understand the import or intention behind what she did - we lived in a house that did not have most gadgets or paraphernalia that others had, but were too mindful of the fact that we needed to be aligned with her in her plan to emerge out of our struggles.
It was an evening in the middle of the week and my school uniform shirt needed to be ironed. Since we did not have a batch of clothes to be ironed, I asked mummy and went over to the Dhobi, across the park to get it ironed. But the Dhobi was winding up his work and had emptied the coal iron - I requested him to please iron only the 1 shirt I needed. He replied that he wanted to get home in time to see Chitrahaar, and no more ironing would be done.
I remember being really shocked by that - I came home and told Mummy that even the Dhobi had a television. It was as if our impoverishment had hit a new low!
She, of course, had explained that it was not an essential item to have and we would buy these when we had money to spare. But till then, we had to be content with having a roof over our heads, healthy food and being educated in a good school.
Spending our formative years witnessing how she bore all the challenges life threw at her, has contributed a lot to how Sandy and I shaped out. And I for one, am very very thankful of having been there for her - in the minuscule way that I could support her by only being around. She had a single focus - getting our lives on track (good values, good health, good education, reliable career). She did not want us to ever face what she had - and while life & death were not in anyone's control, she did her best to ensure that we would never be caught helpless, if ever life dealt us any blow.
Thanks, Mummy, for being you. You were, and are, the lodestar of our lives. I love you lots.