Elmhurst Walks

After the journey and reunion in New Jersey, we drove to the Queens area. Grandparents saw the house of Sagar, their grandson for the first time. It was a moment to cherish as we looked back at the Malad days of Mumbai when Nana-ji used to take Sagar to Pinnacle School and Nani-ji would pack lunches for the children. 

THINKING PLACES-697 Candlestick -Assembling, Garden as a thinking place, with many facets from swings to trees and memorabilia – the Pottery from Visual Arts Mississauga, 2019 to the Trees from Burlington, Ontario

Drive through New York State

` The journey was a bit longer than expected as I did not put on the “Allow Tolls” in the GPS. The GPS took us through non-toll routes of NY State which led to a few hours of detour and tension. We even thought of staying in a motel in one of the smaller towns, but could not find any manager to check us in, so we drove on to Syracuse. The Motel was manned by a fellow-Gujarati and gave us a much-needed rest.

Early start the next day, through Toll routes helped us reach New Jersey on time.

Last October (2022) we visited New Jersey. The cat -Chakoo has had surgery since then. The different artworks were inspiring and educative as ever. The garden has further blossomed in the summer.

Learning from Literature: Remembering Mark Twain’s Tom Sawyer

The drive through NY State reminded me of the works of Mark Twain, who wrote his classic books “Tom Sawyer” and “Huckleberry Finn” in Elmira New York. I first read these books when I was staying in Pune, (Golibar Maidan) during my secondary school years in St.Vincent’s High School.  Sawyer is a coming-of-age story which deals with the joys, challenges and adventures of youth and explores themes of societal expectations and tension between the innocence of childhood and the responsibilities of adulthood.

The story tells about how Tom and Huckleberry Finn witness a murder in a graveyard committed by Injun Joe, a dangerous criminal, initially swear an oath of silence to what they have seen, but as the story progresses, help in the capture of Injun Joe.

My teachers in St.Vincent’s high school Pune first introduced me to this story and gave their own interpretations and commentaries on the passages. These further developed in me the love of the written word, which my parents had imbibed in me through the home libraries they created for us, even before we entered primary school.

Elmhurst again

The parking was found in front of the building very easily this time. We said joint prayers together in front of the family relics and photographs. Some of these like framed pictures of my parents (PNB-NB-on Marriage-Jan 30,1967) I gifted to my son Sagar when he left Mississauga last year to start a new phase of his life. A small pocketbook of The Power of Positive Thinking by Dr.Norman Vincent Peale is there on top of the refrigerator. Last year, 2022-July -we had gone to Marble Collegiate Church to pay respects to Dr.NVP and his message. I first started reading Dr.NVP when I was a medical student in Maulana Azad Medical College, New Delhi. We used to go to Connaught Place (CP) and get books. Another place was the Sunday bazaar at Darya Ganj.

THINKING PLACES- TORONTO AREA-

2023-June- Graydon Rock- Mississauga

After the prayers and meals, I went for a walk around Elmhurst, located in Queens New York City. This area was originally inhabited by the Mespactes Native American tribe and was settled by English and Dutch-origin settlers in the 17th century. In 1896, the area’s name was changed from Newtown to Elmhurst.

The journey of Sagar’s grandfathers: The generational lens

THINKING PLACES- PORT CREDIT Peace Stone-Mississuaga

Last year, when Sagar had left for NYC to join Google I had told him about the early 1960s when his grandfathers first left their homes to start a new life. 

My father (PNB) joined the Indian army in the early 1960s after graduating in medicine from AIIMS, Delhi. He did one of his first tours of duty to the North East of India (Shillong, 1963). His connection through marriage (1967-Jan) to the Uniyal family gave him a different dimension of life, connected with BHU-Benares Hindu University’s campus life. 

Earlier this year (Feb 2023) while travelling through the hills of Uttarakhand, on the way and back from Dhari Devi Mandir, Srinagar Garhwal, my uncle- Father’s younger brother (Rakesh Chacha ji) told me facets of Benares life and the way our family evolved which I had not known before.

Sagar’s Nana-ji (Shri JD Karia) started life in Nirlon, Mumbai in the early 1960s. As we sat in Elmhurst and Sahil went through machine learning exercises and we discussed how Artificial Intelligence (AI) has started changing horizons, Nanaji told of how he first began making diagrams of machines and projects when he joined Nirlon. 

Learning from Literature: Remembering Jhumpa Lahiri’s – Shobha and Shukumar

As I walked around the neighbourhood, I recalled some of the stories from Jhumpa Lahiri’s collection- The Interpreter of Maladies. These stories highlight the challenges of assimilation and dissonance when persons with differences in upbringing, values and expectations try to connect.

One story of the “Interpreter of Maladies” was analyzed by the Art of Reading course we took when we stayed in Ovation, Mississauga (2012-2016). 

Professor Tim Spurgin had told how the two master plots- Hero goes on a journey, Stranger comes to town are woven into this story – A Temporary Matter.

A young couple (Shobha and Shukumar) are drifting apart after a miscarriage and start connecting again by sharing secrets in the time when the light goes off every day in their apartment. But as they start sharing secrets they finally come to realize that they have drifted apart and now they wept for the things they now knew.

While I will not tell the mysteries which the Young Couple -Shobha and Shukumar shared, the last lines of the story may be inviting enough to go through the full story.

“Shukumar stood up and stacked his plate on top of hers. He carried the plates to the sink, but instead of running the tap, he looked out the window. Outside the evening was still warm, and the Brad fords were walking arm in arm. As he watched the couple the room went dark, and he spun around. Shoba had turned the lights off. She came back to the table and sat down, and after a moment Shukumar joined her. They wept together, for the things they now knew.”

THINKING PLACES-HAKKA CHILLI- MISSISSAUGA- Bharat Bhai Priti visit again first time after COVID19 lockdowns of 2020

July 2023

Perspectives from Elmhurst

As I look back at the walks in  Elmhurst, with grandparents visiting Sagar house for first time, and some stories I remembered while driving to New York City. 

We felt a sense of satisfaction at our family having achieved some important milestones. 

The walk of grandparents in Elmhurst took many layers of effort and journeys. 

EARLIER PERSPECTIVES

2022 -Rathburn Road walks

https://prashantbhatt.com/2022/08/31/rathburn-road-midnight-walk-beginnings-and-ends/

2010 -Walks in Malta

https://prashantbhatt.com/2010/10/29/walks-in-malta-agai/

Posted in Monthly Letter, Reading Journal | Tagged , , , , , , , , | 2 Comments

Around Father’s day-2023: On Fathers and Godfathers

Around Father’s Day, I reflect on the tradition of Godfathers, and mentors and remember some lessons on the family that these relations taught me.

Remembering Dear Mentors

Last year, I lost mentors who helped shape my life, one in Tripoli, Libya (Feb 2023) and the other in Toronto/Nova Scotia Canada (March 2023).

Love of Hills-The Sabbatical and Retreats

In Dehradun- August 2022- Surendra Mamaji passed away. He introduced us to the Sabbatical ways of life- amongst other things- and we remember and imbibe the spirit of Mahabaleshwar temples of Sahyadris, Mahakal temples of Ujjain and the spiritual energies of the hills which he helped us appreciate.

Priti told on a visit to Dehradun (Feb 2023) how we helped him in his last days. “The doctor had feared that there will be lots of pain due to the metastases, but the end was peaceful.” Those discussions led to a better more whole understanding of life and living, our identities as families and how our generation looks at meanings.

Love of words: He helped me see Rushdie in a different way

While visiting the hills- also met the family of Umesh Mamaji -Shyampur. I remembered first reading the works of Salman Rushdie sitting on the trees of the farms in Shyampur. He was an avid reader and helped me refine my reading.

My Son-Sagar- Moved to New York City-July-2022: Imbibing the positive spirit-Dr.Peale

Last year-July 2022- Sagar, my elder son moved to New York City, which marked a different stage in the life of our family. 

We went together to the church where Dr.Norman Vincent Peale used to preach. I had told my sons about how reading “The Power of Positive Thinking” by Dr.NVP had helped me in my college days- of Maulana Azad Medical College-Delhi. In a particularly difficult phase – after finishing the course and not getting any proper placement, at the end of each day of study and revision- I would go through the affirmations which I had copied from the books of Dr.NVP.

Graydon Memorial Rock-Mississauga

Around Father’s day-June 2023- Our educational journeys together

ANNAPRASHAN-He was like my Godfather

One of my father’s godchildren told me an aspect of her life, which I did not know. 

My father had done the Grain Initiation ceremony for her. Annaprashan- First rice eating- or grain initiation- Also known as bhaatkhulai in the Garhwal Himalayas of India, is a popular Hindu custom which marks the initiation of solid food in the person’s life. It can be made more nuanced and creative by also adding objects which symbolize wisdom (pen), learning (books), property (clay), wealth (jewels), and food (love for food) in the ceremony.

“ My mother believed that your father was one of the wise persons she knew, so she told him to do the Annaprashan”, she wrote to me.

THE LOVE OF KNOWLEDGE

Around this Father’s Day, we went for the graduation ceremony of Mamta to Fredericton New Brunswick. These words of Dr.Hughes, the Vice Chancellor of Yorkville University were one of the learning moments.


Dr. Julia Christensen Hughes brings 25 years of progressive, academic leadership to her role as President and Vice Chancellor of Yorkville University. She quoted Confucius- on how anything good is difficult to get, and how the challenges of the program will help the students in future.

My father imbibed in me the love of knowledge, the written word and work ethic with application in me. Before I went to primary school, we had a home library in our house, and I started reading from the encyclopedia my parents gifted me when I was around 3 years old. Memories of Pune in the early 1970s bring to me the flashcards my father would keep, in preparation for his exams.

Application by making notes, flashcards, journals, and albums helped me develop a home library which was more meaningful and personalized.

PORT CREDIT WALKS- RICHARD MEMORIAL PARK 

After a prayer at Gordon Graydon Memorial rock, we went to J C Saddington and Richard memorial and said prayers by Lake Ontario. Remembering my mother- and all the sayings which imbibed in us, we felt her spirit. 

Gayatri Mantra- at Richard Memorial Park- Port Credit-Mississauga-Around Father’s day

EARILER PERSPECTIVES

2022: Bronte Creek-Oakville– remembering walks at Niagara, Valletta-Malta, Aksa-Mumbai-India

https://prashantbhatt.com/2022/08/17/walks-at-bronte-creek-again/

Meditations around Binghamton-New York State-2022-October: Last year, my son Sagar, shifting to New York city was one of the pivotal moments in the life of our family.

2018: Graydon Rock and Related memories-Remembering my son Sahil’s schools and educational journeys as he graduated from high school

https://prashantbhatt.com/2018/06/30/a-few-moments-more/

Niagara walks- Fall-2021- My father introduced me to the gifts and joys of walks

2017-Museums as Thinking Places- My father taught me to go deeper by 

When one goes into a group experience, one goes in as an individual but the impact and growth are immense if one tries to imbibe the group personality and lessons learned.

Retelling the Stories of our Community-Museums as Thinking places

Azure Window- Gozo- Malta- 2010- Our Journeys together.

With my Mentor-Brother and Friend..Dear Guddu Bhai (Shri Yogendra Dobhal)- Lodhi gardens- Delhi-India…many intimate discussions on these steps and gardens in and around the Garden tombs of Delhi. He taught me many aspects of my family and our journeys from Shimla, Garhwal, Delhi of the 1930s to 60s when our family first started staying here..and the backstories and between-the-lines which go into families …

Posted in life | 1 Comment

Not one, Not Two: Around Mother’s Day 2023

The Buddhist monk and teacher Thich Nhat Hanh has a beautiful meditation for one’s parents

“Breathing in , I see my father as a five-year-old child

 Breathing out, I smile to my father, a five-year-old

Breathing in, I see my father, five years old, fragile, wounded, vulnerable

Breathing out, I look at this wounded child with all my understanding and love”

Mumbai-June 2010- Sagar Sahil with Dadi-My mother-Mrs.Nirja Bhatt nee Uniyal

This meditation made me remember the walks in different mountain areas around Shimla and Rishikesh and what my parents told me about our spiritual traditions, our family legacy and the way things were in British India before independence.

Some other stories of our family I came to know from my aunts and older cousins, as I have no living memory of my paternal grandfather. Recently, when I went to Agra-UP to visit my uncle (Rakesh Chacha ji) he was generous to share and let me take pictures of many family photographs from his album. This added to the many stories about our family which I came to know- some of the most memorable talks being with Dear Guddu bhai-sitting in and around Lodhi gardens -Delhi over the years/decades.

Thich Nhat Hanh says that you and your father or mother are not entirely different people, even though, you are not exactly one and the same person either. This wonderful insight may be called  “Not one, not two” – neither exactly the same , nor different.

Notes on Not One, Not Two

This meditation reminded me of the many lessons I have been taught by my Uncle-Mausaji- (Dr.Ram Prasad Nawani-RPN)- (the person who taught me to make notes https://prashantbhatt.com/2008/12/23/with-the-person-who-taught-me-to-make-notes/).

Nizamuddin-2002-PB with Mausaji-Dr.RPN

 I remember the times in Pune 1970s when he would read books with me, make small notes (Purchi). As I went into the Benares of 1940s -just after India got Independence, and what life would have been for my mother in that time-around 1950, many conversations with my aunts came to mind, which helped me get a sense of the day in the life of our family then.

Mausaji (Dr.RPN) also helped me develop empathy and see different facets of life. Having grown up in cantonments, then lived in and around medical campuses I have had a relatively privileged blessed life and do not have the ground level knowledge of the hills, life in the villages and how the daily rhythm of life is in remote areas. 

It has been a long journey for me” he said, recalling his childhood days on the banks of one of the tributaries feeding the Ganga, in the hills beyond Rishikesh, where the waters are at times just a small stream flowing amidst the mighty mountains. Trickling down, slowly but steadily over kilometers and decades, one finds an edifice inspiring and educative.

The 3 G Filter- Generations, Gender, Geographies

Not One-Not Two is a meditation which helps develop Empathy. I also use the 3 G format to try to create a better understanding of situations- 3 G- Generations, Gender, Geography. When looking at things using the 3 G filter an added layer of empathy is added.

Looking back at some walks- in the past year

I remember my mother-in-law- (Mrs.Meena Karia) taking me to a small temple, next to the larger Jalaram Temple in a crowded Bhiwandi area -in Thane District, north east of Mumbai.

“Yahan pe humari shaadi hui thi” (We had got married here) She told the significance of this temple. We later went around some streets of Bhiwandi and she showed me the temple where they would come after school. She talked about some of her school teachers. Both my parents-in-law were born in Karachi-British India and have memories of living in what became Pakistan. Her cousin brother enthusiastically showed me a letter to his father from Karachi Academy- dated 1949, which told of his removal from the school register in 1947.

The meditation of Not One, Not Two, took me down some conversations and generous sharings.

Earlier perspectives

Thinking through letters-May 2019

Graydon Rock-Mississauga, 2022- Sahil studied in Gordon Graydon Memorial school-(2014-2018)

https://prashantbhatt.com/2019/03/19/thinking-with-letters-sagar-around-20/

My parents instilled the love of nature in me. My mother was a trained Botanist

Posted in Diary | Tagged , , , , , | Leave a comment