Monday, September 21, 2015

Abids on September the 13th … Mamoon on a roll …



All three of us, Shruti, Mamoon, and I, decided to spend the morning at Abids on Sunday, the 13th of September.  Shruti hadn’t met Vinod in a long time.  She had wanted to meet Vinod to seek his advice and opinions on a few administrative related procedural matters.  “I want to meet Vinod and pick his brains,” is what she’d been saying for a couple of months now.  Mamoon wanted activity books and story books. And there was a request from my teacher.  She wanted some basic letters and numbers practice books for her grandson.  I had no particular agenda this time and anyway, my agenda-ed plans mostly never work.  We also decided to have lunch, after the books hunt, at the Gujarati Bhojanalay at Ramkote.  I was mainly looking forward to that!

Umashankar and Srikanth couldn’t make it to Abids that day.  So, Vinod and we three decided to meet at the Taj Mahal hotel for coffee, and for ice cream for Mamoon.  Shruti got enough time to pick Vinod’s brains during the coffee session.  I kept interjecting their serious talk with my half-baked witticisms. 

After their discussion, and before we left to see books, Vinod and I did a barter … ha ha …  Vinod has found Stephen Fry’s book Paperweight the previous Sunday and had bought it … he had written in his post that he already had a copy, but did not want to leave this good copy behind … I read the post and raised my hand … Vinod humourously replied that he would give it to me in exchange for an ebonite pen … I readily agreed … anything for a Stephen Fry book … I continue to be a great fan of Stephen Fry’s work on television … I thoroughly enjoyed watching A Little bit of Fry and Laurie, Fry and Hugh Laurie’s half hour episodes of hilariously witty and irreverent sketches … and also their Jeeves and Wooster … Stephen Fry was in fine form in the TV series Absolute Power … and I hadn’t read anything written by Fry and so I accepted this offer … Vinod had brought Paperweight (Fry writes in the introduction about the title … self-deprecatory wit?) with him and gave it to me … I took out the Deccan Onyx ebonite pen that I had brought for Vinod and gave it to him … he looked surprised … “hei, I was not really serious about the exchange,” he said … but the exchange took plae anyway … and he was happy about the pen though … 
 


Mamoon really came into her own once we started the book rounds … she was excited, there was a smile on her face, and she wanted every book … she actually waded into the rows of books on the pavement … I had to tell her to be a bit careful lest she trampled on the books …



She looked at colouring books, story books, activity books, and Shruti helped her in choosing … she picked up a lot of story books and put them back … she wanted story books that had not more than two to three lines in a page and full of pictures … some books had pages full of lines … some books had only pictures … very few books fit her criteria …



Then came the craft books, which were again carefully chosen by Shruti … the colouring books were chosen by Mamoon … and there were some English activity books too … Mamoon was able to put together around a dozen books … and she was very pleased … she got to choose, you see … 




 
And when I asked her if she liked and enjoyed her morning at Abids Sunday book market … she gave a big smile and said a loud ‘yes’ … she also said she’d like to visit Abids again …



It was nearing 1 o’ clock and by then clouds had started gathering and we felt rain drops … Vinod had come on his bike and the clouds and rain drops gave him cause for worry and he bid us a reluctant adieu and left … we lingered on for a few more minutes … Shruti and Mamoon did some girl girl shopping … and by that time my tummy was growling … we all went to the Gujarati Bhojanalay for lunch … the ghee-smeared rotis were outstanding, as usual … the cabbage dish was too good … the dal and the peas curry were yum yum … and there was that raw green chilly soaked in tamarind or something and salt … and jaggery … and yummy buttermilk … and curd … and we ate like anything … (I will take photos the next time I visit this place … slipped my mind, I should say …  or maybe my hunger and the mouth-watering fare made me oblivious to anything …. )

By the time we reached home after the heavy tramping at Abids and heavy eating at Gujarati Bhojanalay, we were already nodding off … and we slept like anything that afternoon …

1 comment:

Hari said...

Very nice post, enjoyed reading it and also seeing Mamoon after 2 years I think. :)