1001 Stories
Back to All Stories

#332 Induben Patel This is All I Wish For

Photo of Induben Patel
I pray to Lord Radha Krishna that regardless of where I am, bestow me with health and give me a chance to present myself in my temple. This is all I wish for.

Induben Patel

I came here from India in 1967 and since then I am living in Leeds. I must be around 19 or 20 years old when my association with the temple, the Hindu temple in Leeds, began. Initially, I became part of the committee, then became a trustee, then a board member, and I occupy this position even today.

I was the one who managed the cooking and decoration in the temple for functions as well as when the kathākār came. I had a team of women who assisted me in these chores. I do this even today. I pray to Lord Radha Krishna that regardless of where I am, bestow me with health and give me a chance to present myself in my temple. This is all I wish for.

My two sons were very young at the time. I struggled and got by but never begged from anyone. Even when I got half a penny, I left my job of two years to earn that half penny. I used to get paid half a penny per hour. I calculated that at this rate, I would earn x amount of pennies in 7 hours, and x amount of money in a month, and x amount in a year. I used to budget my expenses accordingly.

I have never missed on charity in my temple. I especially do that during the Navratri festival. For the ārtī ritual, I used to be the first in line. I had gotten a chance to participate in the ārtī competition as well as the garba programme. We sing the garba during Navratri and we enjoy very much. Secondly, I have this nature of going through with something that I have decided to accomplish. So, initially, I started a school with four children, two of mine and two of my sister.

I had a sense of self-pride that my children must know my language. By my children, I mean all my students. So, I commenced my project with four students and one class. Then the school expanded to two classes, then three and then four with a total of 84 students. We had four classes. I was very proud. On Mondays, I used to teach classical music. On Wednesdays, I taught the tabla. My Gujarati school used to run on Fridays. Once I deliberately wrote an incorrect word on the board. Then I asked all students to read what I had written to check if they thought it was correct or incorrect. One particular student read the word and said, “Induben, you’re a teacher but you don’t know anything!” So, I asked him what error did he identify in the word. He said, “If you’ve written mandir with the letter ‘n’, why have you placed the dot on the top?” I said, “Congratulations, you have passed!”

The student accused me of being a liar, asked me why did I write the word incorrectly, and then slapped me. He slapped me in a manner that my glasses broke and I suffered a bruise here. Despite that, I congratulated him and said that I had no hard feelings towards him because he slapped me. Everyone was laughing and saying that Induben got slapped! I said, no, he has passed with flying colours!


Precis

The beauty of being in a company of older performers is the kaleidoscopic range of real-life experiences that they bring to the table. These experiences cover everything from the vivid and strange world of childhood, to the unexpected late awakenings of old age. Take our newest batch of anecdotes, for example. These new stories are delightfully diverse: from the earthly, sensual joy of baking bread, to the cosmic dreams of outer space; from an unnerving encounter with a poltergeist, to the risqué glories of adult pleasure products and burlesque. Running as a rich theme throughout, is the possibility of love, and the simple wonder of human connection. As one writer tells us, in her story of funeral rites and flirting, “Amidst death, life goes on”, and indeed it does, delightfully so.