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Post office ID card

I decided to transfer my Bank account from Ranipet to Coimbatore. Though I was told it is not necessary to transfer the account I felt comfortable having it where I live.

Forwarded my request through a local branch of the Bank where I wished to have my account. I was warned that there may considerable delay in the process.  Luckily for me it was done within a week.

Last week I went to the local branch to make necessary change in the address and get my cheque book. The Bank required a Proof of Residence. I presented the ID card I was given from the Home I live and also a letter addressed to ‘Whom so ever it may concern’ by Dr. Raju certifying that I live in Aarogya Kudumbam. But those were not acceptable documents by the Bank. When I told them I have no other proof of residence, they suggested I get an ID from the Post Office. 

I asked Vasanthy,  the lady (I don’t know her designation) working at our neighbourhood Mangarai post office. She said I have to go to the City Post Office  to get the application form.  The next time I went to the City I went there and got an application form. The girl there told me I could fill it up, take a Xerox copy and submit both at the nearest Post Office along with two passport size photographs and application fee of Rs. 270.

As our neighbourhood Mangarai Post Office is too basic to handle such process, I went to the next big one at Thadagam, about 5 kms away. The girl at the counter was very friendly.  She told me I had to get the application verified, signed and stamped by the Mangarai Post Office, as it is from where my letters get delivered to me. 

I asked the girl if she has an application form as I have made some mistakes while filling the form I had. She said she would get it online and get it printed for me. She didn’t charge anything for it. I felt so stupid that I haven’t even thought of checking it online. I still haven’t learnt to google for everything.  For me the learning process always takes a circuitous route. 

On the way back from Thadagam, I went into our Post Office (which is open only for a few hours in the morning) and got the form signed by Vasanthy even before I got it filled in. 

Today I went to Thadagam to submit my application. Oh yes, took my passport as proof for my date of birth too. I took a copy of the front page in the only shop providing the service there. Finally I submitted my application. I asked the girl when would I receive the ID. She said though she has sent quite a few applications nobody has informed her after they have received the ID. I told her I would inform and got her phone number. I know I will eventually get it done. 

But then every time I go out somewhere I am able to do some service to others in our Home. Today for one person I got a cheque cashed at the Bank and bought a table clock for another.

Yes Sendhil most of the days I am able to do some small service. At the end of the day I look back to see what significant impact I made on that day.

God surely takes care of me

God Ranganathar did make arrangements for me to visit Karamadai temple on an auspicious day. Yesterday at 7.30 am, Dr.Raju – promoter of our Home – called me to enquire if I would like to come to the Ranganathar temple. I told him I have already accepted an invitation to go to Anuvavi Subramania Swamy temple that morning.  He said he is planning to go only in the afternoon after lunch. I was so happy, I immediately accepted.  Dr. Raju said his daughter-in-law would be coming  and he could take four more people and asked me to pass on the message to others.

Yesterday was Adi amavasai (the new-moon day in the Tamil month of Adi).  Adi month is the beginning of festivities for the year.  Adi Amavasai was the first auspicious day this year. People go to temples. I did not plan any temple visit. But a Swamini (feminine of Swamiji) who lives across from our Home invited some of us to go to the Anuvavi temple that morning. She has arranged for a cab for the trip. Though she grew up in Coimbatore, she said,  she has never visited that temple.  I was happy to accompany her. This is my third trip to that temple. We had a good outing. I found it easy going up the 500 odd steps. We were home in time for lunch.

I have informed 3 other people about Doctor's offer to take us to the temple. They readily accepted. Doctor himself has asked couple of more people and we became six. We were all so very excited about going on an outing.  To accommodate all of us Doctor himself drove the ’Scorpio’. He told us that he read my blog on the ‘A temple visit’ and as he has never been to that temple he was motivated to go to the temple.

It is really amazing how well we could all relate to each other. We joked, teased and laughed all the way.  The temple was not overly crowded as some feared. We had a good darshan, strolled leisurely around the temple; I bought the athirasam (thought of my son Rajan) at the prasadam stall and shared with others.

On the way back as it was our tea time Doctor offered to treat us all for afternoon snack and tea/coffee and stopped at a good café. I asked for a plate of mixed vegetable pakoda which turned out to be the best. It was freshly made and the serve was generous. I shared it with all the others. It was so very satisfying.

The day was well spent. I had the added bonus satisfaction of having motivated and enabled one resident to make this trip. Isn’t this a service too Sendhil?

God does have his mysterious ways. He has more than ones shown me that he takes care of me. I am working on developing  faith in him.

A temple visit

I planned to go to the Ranganathar temple at Karamadai today. I decided two days ago. It is  about an hour’s journey by bus. I confirmed with my friend Santhi at the Tiffin Center across from the bus stop about the timing for the direct bus. I asked some of the fellow residents whether they would like to come. There was no taker. I dressed for the occasion in a kanchipuram silk saree.  I was really ready a relaxed outing. I had my breakfast early to be at the bus stop by 10 minutes to 8 in order not to miss the 8 a.m. bus. I told everybody whom I met on the way about going to the temple. I thought I was just like Little Red Riding hood going to her grandma’s house.

While waiting at the bus stop, two young men in a motorbike asked me for direction for Mangarai and to a church. I told them this is Mangarai and pointed to the church across the road. They thanked me. I felt as if I have done a service for the day.

Just then I remembered that yesterday one of the residents asked me to help to hang the flower garland on to her God’s picture hanging on the wall at a height she couldn’t reach. I also helped her by removing old dried up garland and mango leaf bunch hanging at her front door that she has put up when she did her house-warming a month ago. She thanked me for it. I told her I have done my service for the day.

I decided I have to be aware to see what service I do everyday.  

Some children going to School joined me at the bus stop. They too asked me where I was going and I told them. A boy told me about various bus route options I could take on my return journey. I said 'hello' to a girl appreciating her dress sense. Their bus came and they left. But not mine. I waited. 

More people came to the bus stop, some waiting for the same bus as I am. By 8.25 Santhi told us that the bus may not come. She suggested alternate routes changing buses at two places. I was not sure I could do that and still come back to my place for lunch. Yet I waited with the hope that the direct bus might come. I gave up at 8.45 and decided to cancel my plan and walked back home.

I was in no way disappointed. I felt, if God didn’t want me to come today, he must have a good reason. Some of the residents noticed that I am back and came to enquire why, worried that may be I was unwell and had to drop my plan. I was touched by their concern. We had a good chat for over an hour sitting in my front porch. I also said next week I will engage a taxi and organise a trip to the temple taking few of the other residents along, who will not otherwise be able to go by themselves.

After that I did my usual activities – reading the newspaper, browsing the net and having a nap before lunch.

At the dining hall I noticed a whole lot of visitors having lunch. One of the residents – a retired NCC Officer - was having surprise visit from his family. They were very friendly. After lunch we gathered outside the NCC master’s house and had a good interaction as if with old friends. They commented how well dressed I was in my silk saree. I felt so proud.

After all, my planning to go the temple was not in vain.

To be able to appreciate

To be able to appreciate

We, the residents of the Retirement Home where I live, are happy with cooks we have for the past couple of months. They replaced the father-in-law + son-in-law pair who were managing the canteen for the previous one year. Though the earlier cooks were OK, the meals they provided were pretty ordinary; never a surprise item in the menu; never one to take any suggestion from the customers. They just did their job.

We are happy with the young couple – Jerry and Daisy - who have come to replace them. They are cheerful, friendly and energetic. They smile a lot. They have the right attitude for the service especially considering the residents are entirely dependent on the meals provided by them. Though they are also from Kerala their cooking style is slightly different and a shade better. They are innovative; they make newer items to provide variety.  They would add an extra item of a pickle or chips that is not mentioned in the menu. They are caring. If a person is unwell, they would offer to do a special porridge and deliver it in the room.

With people coming from such diverse background we all have our own set tastes and norms for how a dish should be made. Every day we would have some comments to make about the food. I would give suggestions for improvement – to use less coconut, less oil, or not to make it too spicy etc. The cooks would take some of them in the right spirit and some as harsh criticism. But we are able to communicate with each other most of the time.

Last week they had to take couple of days off to visit their children living in Kerala with their grandmother. For those days, as a stop-gap arrangement, the contractor sent two ladies to manage the kitchen. Being isolated from the rest of the society we usually look forward to any new change. And of course we had our fingers crossed.

But right from the first morning coffee we found that their standard didn’t match ours. They were not at all suitable to cook in an establishment like this. The quality of food was very poor. Rice was not cooked well, coffee was not strong, curds were sour, sambar did not have enough dal or vegetables. The portions served were limited. They made it very clear that they are not happy to be working here, don’t like any comments and that anything said would be taken as criticism. They did not have the right attitude for a service industry. With that kind of atmosphere, it was very difficult, especially for me, to go through each meal time. Though before going to have my meal, I would make up my mind not to make any comments, it was impossible for me to restrain myself. One meal I even walked out without finishing the food in my plate. I refused to have the watery sambar and went without it. By the second day everybody was pretty uncomfortable. People complained of stomach ache and upset stomach.

But by the third day most unexpectedly Jerry and Daisy came back. I can’t describe the happiness I felt seeing them at lunch time. I expressed my happiness openly. The dining room reverberated with joy with everybody welcoming them back. They provided us a good lunch. There was absolutely nothing to comment about. For afternoon tea they served snacks they had brought from Kerala – banana & jack fruit chips, and Kerala dark halva.  Even the next day they served chunks of papaya with the meal. 

It was a great lesson learnt. We all had to go through the worst experience before we could whole-heartedly appreciate what we have.