The Day Dad was Almost Shot

I am dedicating this post to a person who has always supported, chastised, encouraged and loved me throughout my life – My DAD!

This is an incident that happened in my family during the infamous Gulf War in 1990. It was the year I started at my new school in the Third standard. The year we bought a new car – the Mitsubishi Colt.

On Aug 2nd 1990, Iraq invaded Kuwait and annexed it as their 19th province. Little did we know that a new chapter was about to begin in the lives of many, including our own.

Expatriates and citizens alike started storing up food in freezers and selling stuff on the black market. Iraqi soldiers had taken up plundering and looting apartments by holding their occupants at gunpoint. There were also quite a few ‘in’-opportunists who tried to make a quick buck posing as Iraqi soldiers and trying to loot apartments. There were bangs and gun-fires to be heard in the night. We had all taped up our windows (to prevent them from shattering due to huge noises) and there were talks of the possible use of nerve gas in Kuwait. Many were beginning to contemplate leaving the land that gave wings to their dreams.

One day, while Dad was returning home from a trip to Kuwait City, his car was suddenly flagged down by a couple of Iraqi officers. Conversing in Arabic, they communicated that they wanted Dad to take them someplace. There were several stories circulating about people being taken away by the Iraqi military to the desert and robbed and shot. Mindful of these stories, and seeing the guns in their hands, Dad agreed without a word.

They quickly got into the car, with one occupying the passenger seat next to Dad and the other one, right behind him. Dad started up the car, and they were on their way to God knew where. As the two soldiers struck up a conversation, Dad prayed silently to be kept safe. He had a wife and two kids waiting anxiously for him to return home.

As they rode on, the car suddenly began acting up. It started sputtering and stuttering and came to a complete halt. As the soldiers looked on at Dad, he was at a complete loss about what to do next. This could end in two ways – either they would leave Dad alone and be off someplace else; else, they may even shoot Dad for leaving them in the middle of nowhere with a broken down car.

With some trepidation, Dad offered to get out and check out what went wrong. Grudgingly, they agreed, but always had their eyes trained on Dad. They probably suspected that Dad purposely got the car to break down to inconvenience them. Dad opened up the bonnet and found that something was wrong and that the car wouldn’t budge an inch without someone else’s help. Trembling, Dad apprised the soldiers of the situation, and suggested that they hitch a ride in another car, since this one wasn’t very reliable.

They meditated on this solution for a few minutes and soon warmed to it. Luckily (for our family), a Mercedes-Benz came next on the road, and the soldiers flagged it down and took off. Dad gave thanks to the Lord for the rescue and prayed for the occupants of the Mercedes-Benz that rescued him from a dire fate.

Now, 21 years after the war, I heard this story from my husband. Apparently, Dad talked about it to him while narrating his experiences in Kuwait during the war. And here is Dad today with his grandson –

Dad and Grandson
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Christmas Nostalgia

The smell of freshly baked cakes in the nipping air…..the sound of pealing bells…..the merry chatter of playing kids….these are all part of the special memories of Christmas.Christmas Cake

The word ‘Christmas’ is synonymous with happiness, holidays and cakes.

ExamsIn school, teachers would be in a hurry to finish off the portions for the Christmas exams, so that the kids don’t say that the questions were out of syllabus. Half-Yearly exams were conducted in the third week of December and we kids would be in a frenzy to be done with them. Because, after that would begin one of the most glorious holidays of the year, the 10-day Christmas vacations 🙂

At home, Mom would be busy finishing off the baking and cooking, while we  clamoured to get a Christmas Star hung in front of the house, and start work on the Crib and Tree.Xmas Crib

Another highlight of Christmas was the arrival of cousins and the amount of time we spent exploring the paddy fields, discovering hitherto unknown nooks and niches. Since we live in God’s Own Country, we don’t have any snow (maybe God prefers tropical climates like we have here). However, being December, the weather is slightly colder during the evenings and early mornings.

Xmas Star

These are memories from 15 years ago. For various reasons, it has been at least 6 years since I made a Crib or decorated a Xmas tree from scratch. Now that Baby has arrived in our midst, I would love to make a magical Christmas for him next year, when he is one year old. Till then, I will have to make do with borrowed Christmases at my relatives’ homes.

Genesis of a Blog

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In the beginning, she created the blog.  The blog was formless and empty, and darkness covered the settings of the blog. And the spirit of the creator was hovering over the surface of the blog.

And evening passed and morning came, marking the first day.

Then she said, “Let there be a theme”. And she found that the theme was bright and colorful and highlighted the blog nicely.

And evening passed and morning came, marking the second day.

Then she said,”‘Let there be Pages, to separate the blog posts from the other sections in the blog”. And that is what happened.  She made this space to separate the posts of the blog from the other areas of the blog. She called this space ‘Home Page’.

And evening passed and morning came, marking the third day.

Then she said, “Let an ‘About’ page appear so that she can say what this blog is all about”. She made an ‘About’ page and she saw that it was good.

And evening passed and morning came, marking the fourth day.

Then she said, “Let the blog be filled with posts of every kind as and when the creative mind is at work.” So she created a blog post. And she saw that it was fine. Then she hoped, “ Let the other bloggers make  comments, and let the posts multiply on this blog.”

And evening passed and morning came, marking the fifth day.

Then she said, “Let me tweak the settings on this blog, so that it reflects my personality and is pleasing to the eye.” Then she looked over all she had made, and she saw that it was very good.

And evening passed and morning came, marking the sixth day.

Thus, the creation of the blog and  everything in it was completed. On the seventh day she had finished her work of creation, so she rested from all her work.

This is the account of the creation of  ‘Merry Musings’.