Life Of Pi
The day before our departure she pointed at a cigarette wallah and earnestly asked, “Should we get a pack or two?”
Father replied, “They have tobacco in Canada. And why do you want to buy cigarettes? We don’t smoke.”
Yes, they have tobacco in Canada—but do they have Gold Flake cigarettes? Do they have Arun ice cream? Are the bicycles Heroes? Are the televisions Onidas? Are the cars Ambassadors? Are the bookshops Higginbothams’? Such, I suspect, were the questions that swirled in Mother’s mind as she contemplated buying cigarettes.
Animals were sedated, cages were loaded and secured, feed was stored, bunks were assigned, lines were tossed, and whistles were blown. As the ship was worked out of the dock and piloted out to sea, I wildly waved goodbye to India. The sun was shining, the breeze was steady, and seagulls shrieked in the air above us. I was terribly excited.
Things didn’t turn out the way they were supposed to, but what can you do? You must take life the way it comes at you and make the best of it.