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MUFAT KA CHANDAN

 

MUFAT KA CHANDAN

 

LT COL NOEL ELLIS

 

29/IX/2022

 

One feels so proud when the little garden space infront of the house flourishes. Plants saw an extreme change of weather. They bore the cold winter followed by a hot summer and survived. Losses were there but nevertheless.

 

            With the plants arrived the Birds and the Bees. Even Butterflies, Chameleons, Grasshoppers, Snails and Slugs emerged. If all the above came, could ‘humans’ stay far behind.

 

From a casual introduction on the road, to exchange of pleasantries, followed by regular time wishes in the following days. A gardening tip here and there became normal conversation.

 

            With ‘developed familiarity’ begot ‘contempt’. ‘Colonel Saab’ thore ‘paan ke patte’ dena, ek do ‘Tezpatta’ hi de do, Paneer faarna hai, Nimbu de do. Lemon grass ki chai peeni hai. Do-chaar phool hi de do, pooja ke liye. Hadd ho gayi yaar. Bhai, phool tum khud uga lo itna hi shauk hai to, I would say.

 

Growing paan & pepper has been a painstakingly effort. We almost lost them. With a few sprouting leaves left, if one starts dishing them out the plant won’t survive. We used fresh Bay leaves regularly but now hesitate as leaves are not growing at that rate they used to. Had the plant been thriving we would have distributed them with pleasure. Do people understand or even care? I doubt.

 

Aap ne bahut maintain kiya hai garden, a lady appreciated passing by. Colonel saab got flattered. Aap sham ko free ho? She asked. I thought, kyon, date par chalna hai kya. Main shaam ko ati hum, aap mujhe is ki cutting aur is ke bulbs de dena, she said pointing to the pots. What the…There are nurseries around madam and things are available online.

 

One lady had the audacity to tell me to grow cuttings of plants which she liked and should let her know when she should come to collect them. As if I was at Her Majesties service. Hello….!!!!!!!

 

This morning someone rang the doorbell. A total stranger from the colony was standing outside. We exchanged namastes and before one could ask his name he requested me to lend bulbs of tuberoses as they would grow unhealthy in the pots. They should be planted in the ground instead, He suggested. Their flower stalks are about to shoot and this man had no hesitation is asking me to dig the bulbs out.

 

The icing on the cake was that he suggested that I should ‘space the bulbs’ properly and even use the neighbour’s garden, which is lying vacant. I really got cheesed off. Even if I could spare a few bulbs, now I won’t. Thanks for the suggestion I said and he understood my tone and never returned.

 

I admired a child who was staring at a Hibiscus flower one day. From my drawing room window I could make out that this child wants it. The question was, would he pluck it. He didn’t. Instead he walked up and rang the doorbell. When I opened the door, he requested permission to pluck the flower, which I obviously refused. The child did not mind, but I liked his honesty. When I explained to him, why flowers should remain on its bush, he understood. Come again, I said.

 

On the flipside, the other day while I was pruning some plants and was hidden from the road. A lady entered the cluster of pots and fanatically moved branches of hibiscus bushes, as if searching for something. I thought that her pet had entered. I stood still and waited to see what she did.

 

It was a ‘Birds of paradise’ pot which she was interested in. As she shuffled through the leaves, I wished her good morning. How may I help you? I asked. I scared the daylights out of her? For a moment she went pale but then asked me what plant it was? She was looking for its ‘baby’. In case there would have been one, she would have taken it, as she had never seen that kind of plant. Give me a break yaar!

 

Hello Madam! There are certain basic courtesies, which you ought to know. I wanted to tell her. Let us exchange plants. You get me something exotic and I shall share something with you. But the Marwari mentality of ‘ Mufat ka Chandan, ghis mere nandan’ cannot be removed from the mind.

 

I call these people ‘Mangtas’. As they say “ Gaon basa nahi, “mangton” ka jamghat pahle ikhatta ho gaya”. Have you guys come across such people? I wonder!!!!!!!!!!

 

 

JAI HIND

© NOEL ELLIS

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