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38                                              MUSINGS OF AN AUNTY WHO NEVER EVER MESSES WITH FATE


                                           Fate Always Has the Last Word (and the Last Laugh)



                                                         Dolly Koghar will never say never – and neither should you!

                                                      I didn’t get to marry my dreamboat ‘cause I hadn’t
                                                      even started dreaming yet; neither do I remember
                                                      wishing to live, almost forever, in a hitherto-
                                                      unfamiliar, non-English speaking country like Japan.
                                                      More and above, even in my wildest imagination, I
                                                      couldn’t have envisioned my genes being passed down
                                                      to four other lives. The unplanned isn’t always all bad
                                                      after all. But little did I know that a huge storm was
                                                      brewing around the corner.
        Let’s say you’ve had enough of your best friend’s
        dramae-bazzi – you blurt out, “I’ll never speak to you   Now, I wouldn’t know if in some past life, I’d yelled or
        again,” but suddenly realise you’ve shared too much   whispered, “kabhi, kabhi, kabheeeee naheeee,” (never
        private info, so best to scramble back into her ‘friends’   ever), to which I must have fervidly shaken my head the
        list. But if in your irritation you’d hollered, “I’ll never,   side-to-side, North Indian way, and definitely not the
        ever, ever, talk to you again,” then girdle yourself for   ambiguous, down-South way of sliding the neck side-  knew it? And this, despite the fact that it was about
        spilled beans and bad blood. The point is, whether   to-side. What I’m saying is that relocating permanently   the same time that handbag-snatching and daylight
        intentional or unintentional, the words “never ever”   to India wouldn’t be on any Thai-Indian’s must-do   robberies were the order of the day in our City of
        literally translated themselves and successfully   list, and especially not in my case, having already been   Angels!
        severed your ties.                            accustomed to precise, perfect Japan. Even though
                                                      today, Bharat stands centre on the world’s stage,   It’s uncanny that when the move to Bangalore began,
        However, when it comes to life, the “never ever” you’d   boasting top-notch facilities, malls, eateries and pubs   I didn’t bring down the roof and protest, “Bah; are you
        shouted from rooftops, whether it was something   far surpassing our good ‘ol Krung Thep; very rare brave   being funny? I’ll never ever go to that stinky country,
        you’d “never ever” do, or a person to whom you’d   souls would enthusiastically leave behind our familiar   with beggars and dirt everywhere!” But Fate didn’t
        “never ever” marry, or a country you’ll “never   hometown’s traffic and pollution, to relocate to an   ask my opinion, and almost overnight, as if life was on
        ever” relocate to, not even as a tourist; the more   even more chaotic Indian town.         auto-mode, I landed up in India.
        emphatically and vehemently you said it, the higher
        the chances that the exact opposite will manifest.   Though just a stone’s throw away, India is another   To clear any confusion, I didn’t say “never ever” to
        But then again, life is a tragic comedy; a broth of the   planet, one that’s been portrayed for too long as   India simply because I never dreamt I’d go there, ever.
        unexpected, undreamt and unpredictable twists and   dirty and dusty; a land of snake charmers; a picture of   But life is amusing and if given a choice, I’d now like to
        turns; never ever boring. Maggie Smith’s matriarch in   poverty and beggars; rife with thugs and cheats. But   spend my sunset years in Bangalore. Also, the honest
        Downton Abbey: A New Era (2022) wisely summarised   just for argument’s sake, which country on this planet   truth is that, although I’ll always be a true-blue Thai-
        it: “That’s life, isn’t it? Getting past the unexpected   doesn’t have its fair share of all of the above? So why   Indian, choking up at the national anthem, I did say
        and perhaps learning from it.” However, life’s lessons   is it that during my childhood, this joke was floated   “never ever” to resettling back in Krung Thep. But life
        went wasted on me – I didn’t understand that life just   around in excess: that if you left your hand out of the   has the last say and the last laugh, and here I am in
        happens, and it couldn’t care less whether I trudged   window, be it of your car, a train, or even an airplane,   good ‘ol Sukhumvit!
        along, willingly or begrudgingly.             your watch or kara would disappear before you even































































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