In deep blue funk, don’t we often think of how it'd be if we die? How our dear ones would shed tears and remember us for what we had always stood for, how the people who’d caused us grief would repent and wish we'd lived to listen to their heart-felt remorse, how we'd never really die for we'd forever dwell in the hearts of those who've known us...
Perhaps; but well, with women - you never know. An old relative passed away the other day. Come noon, and my mother, my aunt and both my grandmothers were sitting around our dining table, a grave silence engulfing their long faces. I clothed myself in dull cotton lest I should be declared heartless and managed low pitched 'Vanakkam's before I joined them in their walk down memory lane - the old days, what a wonderful person she had been and how she had stayed strong when her mother died. "Yes, yes", one of the ladies nodded, "She was, despite her family's usual traits. Do you know, her second cousins were always busy pretending loss of consciousness in funerals!”
A half hour later, I sat dumbstruck at the guffawing women - "And in Ganapathy maama's funeral, his daughter-in-law hugged his wife so tight, she died on the spot!" Roars of laughter. Well, lets face it. We die. And we're better off not discussed!
Vanakkam – a way of greeting elders in Tamil Nadu
Maama- Uncle (usually maternal)
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