"83"

 “Taste success once, tongue want more”…

39 years ago on 25th June 1983, India defeated the mighty West Indian team to win the Cricket World Cup. Although India won two more world cricket titles since then, the 1983 World Cup victory was the greatest triumph of the underdog ever scripted. Winning against all odds, this scintillating success inspired generations of Indian youngsters to take up cricket and dream big. The inspirational leadership by team captain, Kapil Dev, and his “dare-to-dream” outlook ensured that there is no greater religion than cricket in the subcontinent. This piece of legendary Indian history of doing the impossible by trouncing the two-time defending champions on the world stage is beautifully portrayed in the movie, “83” which I watched on Netflix today. A bit longish at almost 3 hours but what a beautiful story and such a well- made movie starring Ranveer Singh as Kapil Dev.

According to the bookmakers, the odds of India winning the World Cup was 66-1. Even the Indian cricket team itself accepted this humiliating prediction as they had booked a holiday to the USA immediately after their first round matches. They too didn’t have any hopes of progressing into the semi-finals. But they did not take into account the inspirational leadership of the Hurricane from Hariyana, Kapil Dev, with his understated manner, broad smile and Punjabi-laced English who rewrote the history books and put India on the cricket world map.

It is the first time I watched the actor who plays Kapil Dev, the dashing Ranveer Singh, in action and I must say he did an incredibly amazing job to portray Kaps or Kapsi as the Indian captain is affectionately known as. On watching Singh walk, talk, bat and bowl like Kapil, I wondered how long it must have taken him to learn these moves and mannerisms given the fact that the real life sportsman would have taken years and years of practice to achieve his unique stature in the form of movement, gestures and facial expressions. He has certainly taken his career to new heights by playing Kapil’s mannerisms, his strong Haryana accent, his broken English, his body language, pauses in his speech & the famous Nataraja pose. A touch of glamour was added to the movie too with Ranveer Singh’s real life wife, Deepika Padukone, making a cameo appearance as his  wife, Romi.

For me personally, one of the best parts of the movie was seeing the West Indian cricket greats in action. I always loved Calypso cricket and the swagger and swoon of the West Indians was a thrill to watch. Like Srikkanth says when the Indian team watched a practice match of the West Indian team: ”it is like watching a horror movie”! With the rhythmic beat of the Caribbean music in the background and the close-ups of the heavyweights like the Whispering Death(Michael Holding) , the Hit Man (Andy Roberts), the fastest bowler in the world at that time, Malcolm Marshall and the absolute terror of bowling against the best batsman in the legend of Viv Richards - such superb acting that you had to blink to realise this was not the real team.

The director, Kabir Khan, and the scriptwriters must be complimented for their brilliant work in recreating this iconic moment in cricket history with such amazing attention to details in the pursuit of realism. This movie could have so easily veered into an over-the-top, Bollywood style direction with exaggerated dramatisation, focus on glorifying a single hero and opening the taps of compassion of the viewers by milking the political incorrectness and derogatory treatment of the Indian team but it doesn’t thankfully. Rather, there is careful control in portraying the actual events of the 1983 World Cup series as well as in the understated restraint of the captain whose sole mantra in motivating his team to the top with “Taste success once, tongue want more”…

More than a sports film, this is the best three-hour session of professional development or motivational work at its supreme best. All work teams or even youngsters at school or an individual who feels that the cards are stacked against you or there is no way forward, you should take a lesson from the class of 83. India was a team that had only ever won a single match at the previous two world cups, that too against East Africa (which is not even a country!). India had never beaten England in England, ever. Kapil Dev and his thirteen team mates dared to dream the impossible dream and achieved the unthinkable. The rest, as they say, is history!

The movie’s message underlined the universal truth that in sport: the full nation automatically gets united, irrespective of the state or the caste or religious beliefs that one may have. And while India laments that there is no footage of Kapil Dev’s match-winning knock of 175 against Zimbabwe in one of the lead up games to the final, I wish that I could have watched this masterful movie on the big screen instead of my lounge TV to relive the magic that once was on the hallowed turf of Lords in the summer of 1983.

#83movie #83moviereview

Quit while you are Ahead!

“ Making a big life change is pretty scary. But know what is even scarier? Regret.”                     Zig Ziglar 

Just a week ago, Australian tennis champion, Ashleigh Barty, sent shockwaves around the world by retiring from competitive tennis . She was number 1 in world tennis ranking and just 25 years of age. Tennis players and the public alike were stunned at how someone at their prime of their game and at their peak of their career could suddenly throw in the  towel. It just didn’t make sense when she was at the top of her earning capacity too. 

You see, from a young age we are groomed to think that winners don’t quit and quitters don’t win, isn’t that so? Therefore, we stick our heels in and tolerate unpleasant jobs, toxic relationships and life-sucking habits because we are taught to do the “right thing” and persevere. If we leave, ditch someone or give up a way of life , it goes counter to deeply held beliefs of our previous generations. Financial stability, upward mobility and social status favours the workhouse who holds in there for dear life. 

However, when life becomes unmanageable and some do quit because of a bad job or relationship, it is understandable. When the heat is too hot, we get out of the kitchen. That’s what we do. The reason we are gobsmacked with Ash Barty’s announcement of early retirement, is because she is in winning form. This is something we are not used to. Australia’s homegrown tennis queen is a lady after my own heart. It is not my intention to trivialise Ash’s stardom or to compare a nonentity like me to an elite sportswoman but I, too, have followed my own heart and made sudden decisions to leave even though life was so rosy. 

We were living in South Africa in a lovely house in a middle-class, suburban neighbourhood, our family completed (that’s what I thought!) with two delightful boys under three years of age and both my husband and I in high school teaching jobs. Life was good and very cosy. After fourteen years of teaching, I suddenly got the feeling that getting up to go to school was not sparking my joy anymore. The teaching fraternity in South Africa in 1998 became very unionised with chalk downs, slow-downs and shut downs. This was further compounded by in-house school politics. Fortuitously, a newspaper article notifying about a seminar on teaching overseas caught my eye and barely six months later, two parents with two children on their hips and four suitcases made their way to the other side of the world to New Zealand to start a new life.

We quickly settled to the strange but oh-so-satisfying New Zealand life with teaching jobs and the boys attending the local daycare centre. I was at the top of my element in my dream job as Head of English at the local, high school. We lived in a custom built, modern house on a sprawling two and half acre homestead on top of the hill overlooking vineyards. Through divine intervention, I was pregnant with my third child. Could life get any better?

Two weeks before my daughter was born, I was on maternity leave and was watching what we now refer to as 9/11 - the terrifying and disturbing images of the hijacked airplanes by Al Qaeda flying into the Twin Towers buildings in New York City. I was numb with the horror of what was going on. I called my principal and notified him I was resigning as Head of English with immediate effect. He advised me it was a rash decision and that I should wait for the baby to be born before I thought about quitting. He reasoned that I had a year’s maternity leave due and there was no reason to quit now. He probably thought my hormones were working overtime too to reach such a sudden decision with such finality. The terrorist attack taught me that life could end tomorrow and I needed to discover other joys that life had to offer. 

Two weeks after the news that rocked the world, we welcomed a beautiful baby girl and a few days later I handed in my resignation. The 9/11 disaster underlined how unpredictable life was and there were many more dreams I wanted to fulfil. The first year of my daughter’s life was one of the happiest and most productive years where I studied part time for a post graduate diploma to be a professional writer(something I always wanted to do but didn’t have the time) and I had so much fun renovating a property which we flipped for almost twice my annual teacher’s salary(and tax free too!). I got to stay at home and take care of my daughter - a wonderful bonding experience which may be why we are so close now! 

Sometimes you have to quit to win. There are only 24 hours in a day, only so many years in a lifetime and if we don’t quit, where is the time to realise our many dreams? When are we going to do the things that really matter? It is a human tendency that we have in thinking that we stand to lose so much  after we have invested so much time, effort and money in a certain pursuit. It is probably the reason why we have certain professionals like engineers, accountants or medical practitioners who are reluctant to leave their career path  no matter how disenchanted or unhappy they are. We seem to know what our loss will amount to by leaving but can’t seem to envision the gains we may make by stepping into unchartered territories. 

Life in New Zealand was a blissful existence in the countryside but it didn’t stop me making the sudden decision to sell up and trek cross the Tasman to make a new home on the Gold Coast, Australia. After completing the required hours of teaching, I was offered a permanent position in the maths department at the local high school. I turned the much sought after position down because I decided to work smarter, not harder. Teaching at a school did not nurture my creativity with its characteristic bureaucracy and my curiosity of dipping my toes into the tempting waters of the business world , was piqued. It was time to go. 

Throw away the coffee that tastes bitter, leave the restaurant if the meal is not too your taste,  quit that book that doesn’t take you anywhere. Get out of that cinema if the film is boring - doesn’t matter that you paid for those tickets. You deserve better! A few years ago I paid an arm and a leg for my husband and I to attend a Tony Robbins seminar in Sydney which included flights, hotel accommodation and the event fee which alone was around $3500 each. Barely a few minutes after registration, the seminar started and we were asked to jump up and down in wild abandon to blaring, ear-deafening music and then hug random strangers next to us. I just upped and left. This was not my style. My husband couldn’t believe I did this and there were three more days besides this to go! I quit while my husband continued to attend ( suited more his gregarious personality) but the upside was I got to spend three glorious days with my son who lives in Sydney doing touristy jaunts -  that was priceless!

With the recent, event of the Corona virus pandemic which has introduced a “new normal” way of life, it is perhaps a good time to get rid of old beliefs and realise that quitting while you are ahead is not a bad thing after all. We should stop associating quitting with failure. If your soul tells you it is time to go, just go. Have faith that everything will work out for the better. When we cast away long held beliefs, we allow ourselves to grow and to live in joyful harmony of body, spirit and soul. 

Thank you to Australia’s humble, Aussie sports star who is teaching us that it is okay to jump out even when the dream machine is running on well oiled wheels. Have a super week, Folks, and remember to follow the beat of your own drum. 

#winnersdon’tquit  #followyourheart #followthebeatofyourowndrum 

Trippin' with the Kandasamys

 

As rom-coms go, I am not really a fan of it and I certainly don’t favour funny movies whether the humour is dark, deprecating, observational, surreal or topical. So why would I choose to watch “Trippin with the Kandasamys”with its unimaginative brand of slapstick (the worse kind in my books!) and situational humour punctuated occasionally with its acerbic one-liners? Well, as an ex-South African living away from the motherland, it allows you a nostalgic journey back home and provides cosy comfort for all things familiar.

In the Covid-pandemic scenario with travel restrictions in place, it has been awhile since we visited home and this movie serves as a wonderful conduit to connect us back to our roots in Chatsworth. With its shenanigans, slang and slander, you have to be a South African with an Indian heritage to fully appreciate this 90-minute feature length movie because a large part of the comedic element is derived from its social relevance. No wonder as to why my daughter who was born in New Zealand does not find it funny.

“Trippin with the Kandasamys” is the third in the series of the Kandasamys franchise with its debut “Keeping up with the Kandasamys” released in 2017 followed by “Kandasamys:The Wedding” in 2019. After the love story in the first movie, the wedding subject in the sequel, I anticipated that this successive one would graduate to the much anticipated arrival of the first grandchild and the associated drama that goes with it but I was far off the mark.

In “Trippin with the Kandasamys”, the two best friends turned in-laws, Jennifer Kandasamy and Shanthi Naidoo plan a couples’ getaway to an upmarket, seaside resort to spice up their wilting marriages and celebrate Shanthi’s 50th birthday. However, they are in for an unpleasant surprise when they realise that the husbands have planned to bring the rest of their families along to celebrate the 50th birthday bash. The cat amongst the pigeons turns out to be Shanthi’s sister-in-law, Baby, who also joins in and with her gorgeous looks fans the flames of the ladies’ jealousy as their husbands’ necks voluntarily rotate far too often towards this piece of eye candy.

As with the previous feature films in the franchise, the general plot is predictable but script writers, Jayen Moodley and Rory Booth, exalt the storyline this time around by interweaving several serious themes like marital upheaval, infertility, misogyny and infidelity expertly stitching comedy and drama to create a beautiful tapestry of a slice of life in Chassies. Whereas the previous franchises relied heavily on exaggerated stereotypes and melodramatic characterisations, “Trippin with the Kandasamys” seem to have achieved a maturity in terms of its plot, dialogue, thematic explorations and portrayal of familial relationships.

Unlike the rest of my family who are known to convulse in side-splitting laughter at the slightest hint of humour, I grudgingly chuckle even at the funniest bits. However, I am not sure whether it was a case of nostalgia or not but I actually snorted in laughter more times than I would like to admit; especially with the incongruities that contributed to the humour like the soccer refereeing that Aya helps out with at the tennis match especially the “fourball” call when Dhesan gets a hit down under, or when Preggie gives out clues for the name of the song in the quiz game “feel it in my fingers, feel it in my toes” and Aya shouts out “arthritis”. Watching the movie was a visceral experience as you wanted to jump up and bust your moves when you heard the strains of “Burnout” or get up and give Preggie (Ugan Naidoo) a klap each time he asked Shanthie to “organise some tea” or smash his head with the same saucepans he gave his wife for her 50th birthday.

While the flashy, open top and SUV Mercedes’, the luxury holiday resort destination, recreational pursuits in the form of tennis and golf and designer clothing labels testify how far along the Indian race has come in terms of their upward social mobility, some things still say the same which contributed hugely to the humour like when an eight-sleeper accommodation was booked in the oh-so-gorgeous San Lameer and Aya says it is not a problem to take in more guests because “for Indians, you double the number” or when Shanthie stuffs her bag with the resort’s complimentary toiletries and states “it’s not a holiday if we don’t take all the free things”. Or when Aya(Mariam Bassa) comments on Jennifer’s accent she adopts when speaking on the phone, “she talks like that to the whites too”. Too hilarious!

This movie with female director, Jayen Moodley, certainly has the stamp of women empowerment as evidenced by the dominant relationship played out by the two lead actresses who are so unlike each other. Both the female leads, the snobbish, classy and educated Jennifer(Jailoshini Naidoo) and the larger than life Shanthi(Maeshni Naicker) whose loud colours and busy floral prints amplifies her presence ten-fold, are as disparate as orchids and marigolds but they find their solidarity in womanhood as wives and mothers battling for what they rightfully believe is theirs. The chemistry in the relationship between the two matriarchs is palpable with scintillating performances by Jayloshini Naidoo and Maeshini Naicker. Even Aya’s witty one liners couldn’t eclipse the scene in the bush when both the ladies have their go at bird calls.

Although the men played decidedly supportive roles in this sequel compared to their spouses, their contribution was nevertheless integral to the success of this comedy. Veteran actor, Koobeshan Naidoo, who played Elvis, Jennifer’s husband, doesn’t need dialogue to make his presence felt as the understated nuances in his movement, facial expressions and gestures were expertly portrayed and spoke louder than words ever could. Madhushan Singh who plays Prishen, the medical doctor son, has certainly matured as an actor and put on a convincing performance of new age husband to Jodi, acted by the mesmerising beauty, Mishqah Parthiephal who was equally believable in her role of new bride. What a contrast in terms of attitude towards marriage is represented in the father-son relationship between Preggie “Organise the tea, Shanthi” and his offspring, Prishen “Communication is the key”. Moodley offers us hope that things are a-changing for our daughters and grand daughters who can one day say goodbye to patriarchal traditions. The charasmatic Mariam Bassa was my hands-down favourite actor in the previous movies but whose thunder was unceremoniously overshadowed by the dynamic duo of Jayloshini and Maeshni in this sequel and although she doesn’t get an Oscar from me this time, her advice of “Wake up!” with its accompanying, symbolic hand gesture was unequivocally the single, most funniest moment for me. (Preggie’s “slaaning” his new shoes came a close second!)

So, on the whole, as a person sharing a double diaspora of Indian and African heritage and having emigrated some 23 years ago, it really warmed the cockles of my heart to be in oneness with culture, cuisine, customs and conversations that were so achingly familiar in the span of an hour and a half’s viewing. Covid put paid to travel to the homeland but Netflix brought Chatsworth and treasured memories into our lounge rooms and for that I am truly grateful. Well done to all associated with “Trippin with the Kandasamys” and eagerly looking forward to welcoming the baby in the next instalment.


#trippinwiththekandasamys #thekandasamys #moviereview #netflixmoviereview

It’s never too late to dream

“If you can dream it, you can achieve it”.                           Walt Disney

During a lesson with one of my students this past week, a profound conversation unfolded which I immediately thought would make a great motivational subject to kickstart the week. Liam, an adult student, 23 years of age, called in  a few weeks ago for some tuition in literacy and numeracy. I asked him to come in for an assessment where he scored a reading age of just under 6 years. Like many students, Liam (not his real name) didn’t grasp the mechanics of reading in his earlier school years and as it happens in the school system, students are promoted from one grade to the other even graduating with a year 12 certificate  while barely being able to read. 

He enrolled for three lessons a week and we teach him reading, maths and for one of the lessons I try to work on life skills. In the last week, Liam had to write down some of his life goals and one of his goals was to get a qualificiation in business. I asked him whether he wanted to open a business and he replied that the family owns a business already and he was hoping to take control of it and manage it one day. At this point, I asked him what sort of business and he responded, “You’re a smart lady. With my surname you should have worked it out by now.” I didn’t have a clue and coerced him to tell me. Turns out that I rent the premise for my tuition business at the shopping centre his family owns. What do you know! This is not the profound part - what is, is the fact for someone who can barely read, he has the dream to overcome his lack of education and go on to run this big ( and it is really big!) corporation. I was really moved with his intent. 

The lesson continued where I reminded him that while it is okay to dream big, a dream is actually a goal with a plan and a deadline  in place. We then redefined his aspiration into a SMART goal - Specific, Measurable, Achievable, Realistic, Timely. We also worked on what sort of business study he would enter into (Property Management) and what were the requirements to one day enrol for that course. For now, Liam has to work on a functional level of literacy and numeracy before we look at the next step. In the last three weeks that Liam has been enrolled, he has turned up on time for every single lesson three times a week, put in the effort and has completed all homework. With his strong desire and commitment to the goal, I am very confident that he will realise his dreams. 

Similarly,  few years ago, a lady rang me and told me that her husband is 57 years old, has a job with the council but cannot be promoted because he can’t read or write. He grew up in a remote farming district where he was just taught to count and sign his name as that was all the skills that he needed to count the sheep on his family farm. He was enrolled for reading and attended as regular as clockwork two evenings a week after work. Within 18 months he had acquired a functional level of literacy being able to read, write and spelI. I must confess his tutor and I were prouder than him when the lights switched on in terms of his literacy. 

So often, things go awry in life and for whatever reason some people do not attain an acceptable level of literacy or numeracy. They could have had learning difficulties like dyslexia, dysgraphia, attention deficit disorder etc. or experienced some domestic circumstances that hindered the progress of reading and writing. Like I always say there are some activities in life that you can simply quit if you are not good at it like sport, singing, doing art or handcrafts, cooking, gardening or performance. However, when it comes to the fundamentals of reading and writing, you can’t just give up because your whole life is dependent on it. 

Can you imagine what life is for someone who can’t read? Every part of your day requires you to do some reading to achieve a task. Liam shared with me during another conversation that he just orders what the others are having when he eats out at a restaurant because the words on the menu doesn’t make any sense to him. I am so looking forward to shouting Liam lunch in the not too distant future when he can order his own choice of meal from the menu. 

One of the most heartening movies I watched on Netflix was “The First Grader” directed by Justin Chadwick and written by Ann Peacock which tells the remarkable true story of Kimani Ng’ang’a Maruge, an illiterate member of the Kikuyu tribe in Kenya who enrolled in a rural primary school in 2003, when he was 84. In 2002, the Kenyan government announced free education for all and the ex- war veteran and farmer rocks up at the school eager to learn. However, there are lots of obstacles in his quest for learning where parents complain about an old man fraternising with their children. Thankfully, his teacher becomes the old man’s champion and privately teaches him to read while ignoring the other forces working against them. Some scenes in the movie really tugs at your heartstrings when this octogenarian is struggling to learn his letters and numbers to the amusement of his six-year old classmates. Maruge, after many stops and starts went on to pass the 6th standard before he passed on from stomach cancer in 2009. What an inspiration! 

Maruge holds the Guinness Book of Records as the oldest person at 84 years to start primary school. This proves beyond any doubt that it is never too late to start dreaming. It does not matter how old you are, you too, can pursue a dream that you didn’t have the time for, couldn’t afford or because circumstances didn’t allow. So what are you waiting for? As Sean Stephenson so eloquently puts it: “If you have a heartbeat, there’s still time to dream.”

 Have a fabulous week as we close off the month of May, Folks! Dare to dream!

Always at her side but Two Steps Behind

Last night I stayed up late, well past midnight,  to watch the funeral of the late Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh, who passed away peacefully just two months short of his 100 th birthday. Prince Philip shares the distinct honour of being the longest serving royal consort and was married to Queen Elizabeth for an impressive 73 years. For more than seven decades he had to play second fiddle to his wife. Pretty much like Bill Clinton, Denis Thatcher or New Zealand prime minister, Jacinda Ardern, whose partner’s name I still don’t even know. Yet while Prince Philip was a shadow to his wife in public life, always by her side but remembering to walk two steps behind, he defined a new type of masculine ideal. 

While his wife portrayed a powerful image in public, it is quite well known that he ruled the roost at home. Yet, alpha male as he was as evidenced by his excellence as a navy seal, his physical sporting interests, a driver of fast cars,  pilot of his own planes and his brusque, no- nonsense manner, he seemed quite at ease in his beta role fading into the sidelines while his spouse basked in the limelight. He was content to be behind her just serving a life of duty and devotion. Even though he experienced the emasculation of being the only man in Britain whose children couldn’t bear his surname (“Am I just an amoeba?” As he famously said) and suffering the indignity of kneeling down to his wife at her coronation promising to be her “liege and limb” (see I know all my facts about the prince having watched The Crown series on Netflix), he respected and honoured his wife’s role even though she represented the crown. 

With his propensity for racist and sexist remarks in public (although the British press prefer to refer to these euphemistically as “gaffes”), he showed the world what it is to be a pillar to the most powerful woman in the world. What an honour then to have an American, the ex-president of the United States, Barack Obama say this of him on Twitter: “Prince Phillip showed the world what it meant to be a supportive husband to a powerful woman. He also found a way to lead without demanding the spotlight — serving in combat in World War II, commanding a frigate in the Royal Navy, and tirelessly touring the world to champion British industry and excellence. Through his extraordinary example, he proved that true partnership has room for both ambition and selflessness — all in service of something greater”. Now, I wish I could have put this accolade as eloquently as that. 

Even though we are now in the 21st century where few seem to bat an eyelid to same sex marriages, his role was still an invidious one in the patriarchal society he was a part of: he had to support his wife in her role as reigning monarch but at the same time realise it was just a supportive role and it could never be anything more. She alone was accountable for her public duties and frustrated as he oft times would have naturally been, he never besmirched his Lillibet in public - always according her the love and adulation he showered on her when he first met her when she was just thirteen and he, a young 18-year old navy cadet. 

There’s this famous saying that goes, “Behind every successful man, there’s a strong woman”, but certainly the roles were reversed for the man who held the number 1 passport of Great Britain ( the Queen does not need a passport). In her 69 years as the longest reigning monarch, the queen even attested to the strength he gave her at their 50th wedding anniversary: “He has, quite simply, been my strength and stay all these years. I, and his whole family, and this and many other countries, owe him a debt greater than he would ever claim, or we shall ever know.” Flattering words indeed from a woman who is well known for not wearing her heart on her sleeve. 

Philippos Schleswig-Holstein Sonderburg-Glucksburg , the Greek prince in exile who became the Duke of Edinburgh when he married Princess Elizabeth in 1947 was happy to be the “home boy” - a title that most supposed modern men feel a bit touchy about. He set up a kitchen at home and prepared breakfast for his four kids when their mother, the queen, was out on state duties. He was also known to take care of the interior decorating of all the homes they resided in. Even when his mind was not on the task at hand, like accompanying the queen to horse races which he detested, he rigged a radio in his top hat from which he could listen to the cricket. The important thing was that he was at his wife’s side nodding and smiling at the right times, isn’t it? 

In one episode of The Crown when Princess Diana is very depressed and Prince Philip tries to console her, he confides in her by admitting that he also feels like an outsider and a nonentity in the Royal system when he talks of the queen as: “She is the oxygen we all breathe, the essence of all of our duties.” He is saying that the queen is the only one who matters and his long marriage attests to the fact that he learnt very early on in his marriage the truth of “happy wife, happy life”. One thing is clear though, politically incorrect as he was known to be, the queen could not have performed her role as well if he had not performed his. If she said “jump” and he failed to respond with “how high”, I fear their marriage would have surely walked down the same path as that of three of their four children’s failed ones. 

In view of the all the scandals that have been played out in the Royal house through the years, the British monarchy owes Prince Philip an enormous thank you for being the glue that not only kept the Firm together but also because of his magnanimous gesture of being the man that he was and to feel it was quite okay to walk two steps behind his wife. Some say he was a racist, some say he was a bigot, some say he was a grumpy old man who didn’t suffer fools. I say he was a real man who had enough faith in his manhood to know that it didn’t really matter that he had to stand while his wife sat, he had to stay silent while she spoke, he had to stand in the shade while she shone in the spotlight and he had so willingly given up his promising naval career to support her role as the queen. 

So for the prince who was born on a dining room table in the little Greek island of Corfu but who would never become a king, we say goodbye as we remember you as a a real man who championed the rights of women (albeit it unconsciously) well before your time. Vale, your royal Highness, Prince Philip, Duke of Edinburgh. 

#princephilip

From your Valentine

“All you need is love. But a little chocolate now and then doesn’t hurt”             

                 Charles M Schulz

Today, February 14th, is celebrated as Valentine’s Day in the modern calendar and while many associate this heart-shaped festivity with red roses, plush toys, romantic dinners or decadent confectionary, its origins are actually dark, depressing and down right bloody. 

There are oft-repeated backstories to this significant date but the most popular one refers to a story that tells of Saint Valentine who was a Christian and who lived in the 3rd century AD. He came to the aid of persecuted Christians by marrying them in secret in the pagan-controlled Rome.  

At this time in history, many Romans were converting to Christianity, but the Emperor Claudius II was a pagan and created strict laws about what Christians were allowed to do. Claudius believed that Roman soldiers should be completely devoted to Rome for he thought wives and children would  be an unnecessary distraction and therefore passed a law preventing them from marrying. St Valentine began to marry these soldiers in secret Christian ceremonies and this was the beginning of his reputation for believing in the importance of love. Eventually, Valentine was found out and jailed for his crimes against Claudius. While imprisoned, Valentine cared for his fellow prisoners and also his jailor's blind daughter. 

According to legend, Roman Emperor Claudius II, interrogated Valentine in person and  attempted to convert him to paganism. Valentine refused and, in turn, attempted to convert Claudius to Christianity, an act that did not go over well and which resulted in Valentine being sentenced to death. Before his execution, however, St Valentine cured his jailer’s daughter of blindness, inspiring the jailer and his household to convert to Christianity. An additional legend states that Valentine wrote a letter to the jailer’s daughter, Julia, signing as “Your Valentine”. This was to mark the first ever “Valentine card” which the card company Hallmark popularised to secure their millions.

It was only 200 years later though when Rome became Christian that the the Pope proclaimed St Valentine’s Day to commemorate the stamping out of paganism. Later, Chaucer, the poet from the Middle Ages linked St Valentine to romantic love. Since then people sent cards lovingly created with love symbols like hearts, Cupids and flowers and accompanied by sentimental verse expressing their affection for their loved one. 

Fast forward to modern day, and Valentine’s Day, goes hand-in-enclasped-hand with sugary concoctions that can spike the glucose levels with a mere look, 

flawless diamonds whose brilliant luminescence threatens to blind , bunches, bouquets or boxes of sickly sweet red roses, fuzzy teddy bears in candy-floss pinks and sizzling scarlets, luxurious hotel stays in exotic locations and of course, the over the top ones with love declarations  in the form of flashing billboards, coloured smoke emitted by jet planes that spells “I love you” or committing to a marriage proposal from the top of the mountain or from the depths of the sea. Whatever the expression of love is in tangible terms, the common denominator is the amount of affection expressed is directly proportional to the price-tag to secure the bespoke gift: slick, marketing machine mentality nurtured by commercial outlets. 

Closer to home in the Naidoo household, Valentine’s Day takes on a whole new meaning. When we first emigrated to New Zealand, the boys were 3 and 1 year olds. With the absence of a family support system or house help for that matter, there was no one to babysit so the entire family went out for dinner and my husband bought gifts and cards for  the kids and I. Yours truly don’t do gifts maybe because I believe every day is an opportunity to show your love or I am not the sentimental kind. Since then, with the introduction of our daughter to the clan,  it has become a tradition with the Naidooz where the love for family is celebrated or more appropriately the love of the father for his family as he is the only one who takes the care to sort out breakfast, book the lunch or dinner dates and buys the gifts and write the messages on the cards. How lucky are we!

Now, if you know me, around this time in the piece is a moral message so here goes. While Valentine’s Day is made out to be a day characterised by warm, fuzzy feelings and gifts for the one you love, it is also the day that brings the most pain and suffering to those that feel unloved: couples who feel stuck  in loveless relationships, family who have been robbed of the love of their dearly departed, the elusiveness of love in the realisation that you are single yet again, the  suffering of the pains of rejection from an unrequited love situation, the painful pricks of hurt by someone who doesn’t show gratitude for the love you showed them in deeds or otherwise, the loneliness endured by parents after being forgotten by the children whom they lovingly reared, the pangs of loneliness of the student who feels ignored by the teacher no matter how hard they try or the worker who is overlooked for a promotion they think they deserve. 

If you are one of the lucky ones who feel the love on this Valentine’s Day, spare a thought to those who are aching for some love today and sprinkle a little happiness their way. I can guarantee you that their mega-watt smile because of your caring will far eclipse the dazzling brilliance of any store-bought, diamond. 

Have a LOVE-ly day, my lovelies. 

#valentinesday

Class of 2020 hijacked by a Virus

“There is no education like adversity”  - Disraeli

Last week marked the moment that our 2020 final year students completed the last chapter of their school life. What a $!&!#!*!  year it was! The cherry on top of all school years has certainly got to be your final year when all the traditional celebrations and rites of passages occur: year 12 graduation, school farewell, annual awards ceremony, school leadership roles, school formal, your last school production or school athletics carnival, driving your friends around with a bona fide driver’s licence, 18th birthday party(for many) and schoolies(a beach celebration for school leavers in Australia). However for the Class of 2020, Covid has robbed them of what is touted as being the best and most memorable year of their teenage lives. True, some generations had it tougher during the war years, depression and recession but it still sucks. 

The year started like any other with year 12 students entering the hallowed halls of their schools bright-eyed and bushy-tailed with aspirations of making it their best year yet. Resplendent in fresh uniforms, armed with the year’s book lists and stationery and an eager and optimistic attitude towards their studies, they were ready for the challenges that this all-important school year would throw at them. Never in their wildest dreams did they expect the insidious Covid-19 virus would be hurtling towards them at breakneck speed to wreak havoc on their precious, final school year. 

It is not just the big ceremonies and celebrations that were missed but also the little, insignificant moments that all contribute to this coming-of-age year: like studying in the library, attending career workshops, enjoying little moments with friends, mucking up in the common room, making plans for overseas experience, deliberating with your besties about the trendiest colour or sexiest cut for the ball gown, agonising over whether your crush will ask you to be your partner for the school formal. It is these mundanities too that collectively  make up the final year which will be etched in their  minds more than any other. What a devastating loss for our school leavers of 2020 who for the most part were out of their normal school setting as they battled the the year remotely and online. 

Their last year of school was literally turned upside down for the 2020 cohort: an academic year that is usually ordered and organised in military-like precision in neat sections of covering curriculum, well-planned study sessions and the mandatory tests and exams was suddenly up in the air. Instead of forging and cementing friendships in the final year which many say last a lifetime, the students had to social distance and isolate. Ploughing through the complex course work is tough enough but to be suddenly thrown in the deep end in terms of the delivery and disruptions made the senior year even harder to contend with. Overnight, traditional classroom settings were replaced by Zoom sessions which unsettled many because of technical difficulties and unfamiliar territory in terms of lesson delivery. 

In Australia, the Corona virus pandemic was just another “first” for the 2020 cohort who will turn out to be the most resilient bunch yet because of other changes that they endured during their school career. They made up the first year of compulsory prep school when it was trialed in 2008, they were the first year 7 classes who were removed from primary school and newly housed in high schools, and in Queensland it is the first year that Year 12 students are sitting the newly introduced ATAR exams which other states are familiar with. No other peace time school leavers had to deal with the changes that our 2020 cohort had to struggle through with such unprecedented disruptions in their education. 

As it often is, the best laid plans in life go awry and in times like these, the inspirational words of Oprah Winfrey can be so motivating: “Turn your wounds into wisdom”. Adversity is unwelcome and  inevitable but it does not have to define who we intrinsically are. We can overcome our mishaps, misfortunes and mistakes to still find happiness and conquer our goals. Every metaphorical demon we successfully slay, serves to strengthen our will, our confidence and our ability to confront future obstacles. What doesn’t kill you, makes you stronger, right?

It is often during a time of upheaval that the most soulful reflections are made. The class of 2020 had a taste first-hand to do without in terms of rationing and restrictions that were put in place. The products of decades of economic prosperity, these school leavers have never really faced financial hardship. Unlike our generation that studied after leaving school so that we could fast track to a career that would ensure our economic survival, this Generation Z were more into higher order thinking like: what vocation would align to my moral values, is the career direction I pursue based on ethics, how can I add value to the world as a environmentally conscious individual and for many school leavers, work-related ambitions were a distant thought as they planned for the overseas gap year. Suddenly, international travel is not happening in the foreseeable future and jobs are few and far between as big conglomerates have become bankrupt. The immediate future looks bleak and our school leavers this year will no doubt face the brunt of economic hardship. The silver lining though has to be the time honoured truth which proves that in times of trouble, creativity and ingenuity comes to the fore. This has to be a positive thing, surely.

So, in these extraordinary times when our education system the world over has witnessed the most cataclysmic catastrophe in the history of education, the Class of 2020 will emerge as the most resilient, most creative and most compassionate cohort not in spite of, but because of the significant challenges that they had to face. Instead of bemoaning what has been lost from this watershed, final school year because of the pandemic,let us focus on the blessings in the form of lessons that came in its wake like learning to adapt, to be flexible, to be creative, to problem solve and to communicate better - invaluable life skills that are not part of the senior year school syllabus but smart skills which will no doubt hold us in good stead for the unpredictable future. 

So, Class of 2020, never for a moment think you were disadvantaged. On the contrary, you were the chosen ones, the lucky ones, because you share a bond that goes beyond borders with your global peers  and having experienced the limitations of our education system that was glaringly exposed through the virus, you are the best persons to redefine our dismal education system that have been trust upon us for centuries without heeding all forms of changes. You represent true grit. Go out and dream big! Oh, and also, thank you, Covid-19, for usurping the traditional teacher’s role and delivering to the senior students of 2020 the best life lessons they will ever experience.