Aai, Dada-my brother and I are lying on our
own beds reading our books. In that large open family home of ours we aren’t
disconnected by individual bedrooms. Some of the family’s countless cats are
thrown in for the effect – well, I stand corrected, they choose to place
themselves where they please – on the bed, in the crook of our arms, on the
pillow...
We are each reading our own stuff (at times after a stiff battle for a much coveted freshly borrowed book) but keenly attuned to what the other is reading, whether it is James Hadley Chase, Spike Milligan or Pu. La. Deshpande. Suddenly one of us hoots out their mirth and the others tear themselves from their books to enquire with genuine interest.
The one who hails our attention reads the
amusing bits aloud, we all laugh and chuckle together and then quiet descends
as we resume our own book journeys in companionable silence.
Sometime during the night, mother removes
the slackened books from our chests and switches the lights off. Or if it is a
daytime reading spree, someone tosses the idea of making tea and fixing a snack
and we bandy it around each convincing the other how they are best suited to
fix the readers a cuppa - until Aai
caves in to make some tea for all of us.
Can we have something to eat, too? We push
our luck…. we want cake…
We were able to enjoy such fun times and
have these fond memories only because Aai herself was a voracious reader. In
fact, this love of reading is the inheritance from a maternal grandmother and her
sisters- in- law (great – aunts of mine) - who were iconoclastic, trendsetting
female bibliophiles from nearly a century ago.
These women were compulsive readers of historical and social novels by the likes of V.V.
Hadap, Nath Madhav and Hari Narayan Apte, inculcating enlightened ideas of women’s education, widow
remarriages, condemnation of child marriages and other social issues of their times.
The raft of what they read was impressive, ranging
from Marathi peers of the English Romantic poets- Keshavsoot, Bal Kavi and
their ilk to feminist writers Girija Bai Kelkar and Rama Bai Ranade.
Biographies and works of Agarkar, Tilak and Savarkar and newspapers such as
Kesari, the political literature around the new awakening during those times also
made a deep impact on these women who hadn’t had much formal schooling.
Their interests were not just academic or
artistic, for they acquired practical skills and absorbed knowledge in areas
such as Ayurveda, public health, hygiene and midwifery through self-help books and
shared their wisdom with other less fortunate women in their community.
Four of these women across two generations
studied in Dhondo Keshav Karve’s
Hinganey Stree Shikshan Sanstha near Pune. Mai my grandmother had
completed a few years of college at the Karves’ university. She read the likes of Shakespeare, Marie
Corelli, Dickens, Hardy to name only a few and would often tell her kids and
later us grandkids, stories from her readings in the style of Lamb’s
Shakespeare or at times gave us Bowdlerized renditions of these great works.
Periodicals like the Illustrated Weekly Of
India, Women and Home and Reader’s Digest were delivered home, when my freedom
fighter grandparents had patches of peacetime stability between dodging the
Razakars under a shoot-at-sight order in the erstwhile Nizam State.
Aai is very proud of the fact that her
social reformer father never bought his five daughters jewelry for their dowry
– instead he would buy books, music records and plenty of goodies while
returning home from his work related tours. Even to this day Mother’s face
lights up when she recalls the shortbread and Shrewsbury cookies, the Huntely
and Palmer biscuits in pretty tins and pound cakes that enhanced the siblings’ joy
at their father’s homecoming.
A touching little childhood memory Mother
ruefully laughs at is of writing a letter to her father who was in jail as a
political prisoner, to bring home a lot of books and toys and cakes!
As I reminisce about what these mighty
women two generations behind me read and relished, I am acutely aware that there
was another and perhaps more enlightened generation of their mothers and
mothers-in-law behind them supporting their literary efforts.
No mean feat this, in an era where little girls
were punitively assigned grueling household tasks if their demanding mothers
and mothers-in-law feared these kids would get corpulent when left at leisure. This
was truer of child widows, whose destiny and dreams were shorn along with their
locks and sealed in the constricted red or white wrap-around.
Such strict matrons would add grit to rice
and set the young girls to pick sack-loads of the grain to keep them out of
mischief. When all else was done, some even had to draw heavy pots of water
from deep wells, only to spill and waste the water along with their energy, time
and any zest to improve their lot.
The progressive women in my family
supported their daughters' literary interests, bravely facing disparagement from nosy neighbouring
women folk criticising the young girls and their mothers for “lolling in bed
with a book on their chests” and “drinking umpteen cups of tea with milk” – so
inappropriate and unacceptable in those days.
Lucky us, I think – for not only did we get
to loll in bed with books on our chests, but also got indulged in cups of tea
with milk – and some wholewheat banana cake, from a recipe very close to Aai’s
heart.
Yes, Rohini Nilkeni, your words so resonate with me!
This is my entry to the "The Idea Caravan" contest on Indiblogger.
Franklin Templeton Investments partnered the TEDxGateway Mumbai in December 2012.
Whole-wheat Banana Cake
Ingredients
2 cups fine whole-wheat flour (atta)
2 large or 3 medium sized ripe bananas, peeled and mashed
1tsp baking powder
¼ tsp ground nutmeg
½ tsp ground cinnamon
¾ tsp salt
¾ cup oil
1 ½ cups sugar/ 1cup sweetener
2 eggs
¾ cup buttermilk + 1 tsp baking soda
Method
Preheat the oven to 180 C. Grease and flour a 9”X5” loaf tin and set aside.
Sift the flour, baking powder, nutmeg, cinnamon and salt together in a bowl.
Combine the buttermilk and the baking soda. Mix and set aside.
Beat together the sugar/sweetener and oil until light. Add the eggs and beat until the mixture is light and fluffy. Add in the mashed bananas and mix well.
Add half the flour mixture. Then add half the buttermilk mixture and stir well. Then add the rest of the milk mixture and stir until the milk is fully incorporated into the batter. Add the rest of the flour mixture and stir well.
Once the flour is mixed into the batter completely, pour it all into the prepared loaf tin. Spread out evenly.
Bake in the pre-heated oven for about 40 - 45 minutes. If your oven has uneven heat areas, turn the pan once half way through. Test with a skewer or if the cake springs back to touch, then it is done.
Cool for about 10 -15 minutes before slicing.
You can have the cake and eat it too!
