The French Connection

The June drizzle had just set in. Schools had begun and I was now in grade 5. As a meritorious student I quiteΒ enjoyed school. Life was good until the unexpected happened.Β  One morning, theΒ PrincipalΒ announced my name over the intercom, post assembly. He asked me to come and see him in his office immediately. I turned the purest shade of white. The hushed whispers further escalatedΒ my fears. I had no clue what I had done wrong to deserve the wrath of the strictest principal in town. I nervously walked along the corridors only to be questioned by my equallyΒ puzzledΒ teachers. This could not be happening. A trembling hand knocked feebly on Fr. Ivo’s cabin door. He asked me to come in and handed me a postcard nonchalantly and added, ‘This came in for you yesterday’. Puzzled, I turned the card to read. It had come from France.Β Β 

Earlier on, somewhere in April, we were writing our final term exams. I was just about done with my Maths paper when ourΒ Supervisor walked in. She announced that there was a French gentleman visiting schools in Bombay. He wasΒ lookingΒ forward to interact with us students and she was hoping we’d ask a lot of questions. Soon we were inΒ conversationΒ with the young man who had the cutest accent ever. We talked, laughed and regaled him with stories of our city. As it was time for him to leave he handed me a packet ofΒ chocolatesΒ and asked to distribute them to all the kids. When I was done, he asked me to keep the rest. I was thus introduced to the only chocolates I love…. ‘Ferrero Rocher’. Before he left, heΒ turnedΒ to me and said, “I promise to write about you, little one”.Β 

I came out of my flashback moment. For the rest of the day ‘the girl who was called by the Principal’ had turned into a celebrity. I came home andΒ excitedly led my mom through the day’s events. She asked me to reply to the letter,Β thankingΒ the gentleman for his courtesies. I got to it right away. And unknown to me back then, I had initiated a long lasting relationship with that first step.Β 

Alain (as he loved to be called) and I wroteΒ diligentlyΒ to each other. So much so that he wanted me to come visit for the cultural film festival to be held in Corbeil Essonnes. Now coming from a middle class family, it was not only financially not viable but also quite an impossibleΒ dream. My mother wrote to him citing her inability to complyΒ withΒ his request. He wrote back saying the expenses would be borne by the French Government, she just had to approve of me going. Before I knew it, I had been selected to represent India at the 8th Children’s French Film Festival at the age of 10 with four other kids from Maneckji Cooper. The date was 11th February 1987.Β 



The preparations wereΒ humongousΒ but my parents managed. My Principal gave me theΒ permissionΒ to miss school provided my studies would not take the hit. I was only to eager to cross over to the other side. The D day dawned.Β It was my first plane ride as well. I was so excited I took autographs of the cabin crew.Β 
From there on, it was aΒ magicalΒ dream. The people, their hospitality, the scenic beauty, the monuments, the festival, all snugly fit like aΒ finishedΒ jigsaw puzzle in the mind’s eye. I had my first taste of salmon, rabbit and frog legs. Not to forget, my accidentalΒ trystΒ with champagne that had meΒ singingΒ nursery rhymes. I was asked if I travelled to school on an elephant. It was quite amusing to hear their thoughts about India. We were only to happy toΒ vanquishΒ their apprehensions. Vivid memories include my first snow fall, my first snow man, my first barbie doll, my first shopping to name a few. Summing myΒ experiences about those days might make an interesting book read……someday……Β 

France changed a lot about me. For starters, I learnt to eat without a fuss after surviving on bland food for 10 days. I made friends for life. Alain and I have stayed in touch for 26 years now. ThoseΒ brownΒ envelopes with my name on them were an intricate part of myΒ growingΒ years. He was also one of the first to comment on my writing skills. He called me the ‘sunshine’ in his life. He walked the streets of Paris with me on his shoulders. He gave me my one and only porcelainΒ doll which I still own.Β And as promised he wrote about meeting me in the Festival book.Β With Alain, I learned the art ofΒ communicationΒ the oldΒ fashionedΒ way. And for that, I am eternally grateful.Β 

I was told if you kiss the Eiffel Tower you come back. I kissed every piece of metal from the top floor to the base. I have yet to return. Alain did visit India the same year I travelled. We haven’t seen each other since. I know I will someday but till then………….Je t’aime toujours…..

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30 responses to “The French Connection”

  1. Farida Rizwan avatar

    I almost landed in France with you until the ending brought me out of my trance.. Hey that rhymes too ..
    Loved reading this blog which says dreams not only come true but sometimes dreams come over and find you.

    1. Blogwati Gee avatar

      True that Farida. This truly is one of the most cherished memories of my childhood.

  2. JANU avatar

    πŸ™‚ that must have been a fairy tale for a 10 year old.

    1. Blogwati Gee avatar

      More than a fairy tale………….a real world experience πŸ™‚

  3. Aabha Vatsa avatar

    Beautiful post Vinita. I too dream of going there one day πŸ™‚

    1. Blogwati Gee avatar

      Aabha, I have crossed my fingers and toes….god willing…. someday πŸ™‚

  4. vasu avatar

    Wow ! A truly awesome post ! Your writing is a delightful read !

    1. Blogwati Gee avatar

      Thanks Vasu…this one is completely from the heart πŸ™‚

  5. akita avatar

    we will go didi .. CDG … here we come πŸ™‚

    1. Blogwati Gee avatar

      *doing the happy dance* πŸ˜€

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  7. chattywren avatar

    Sweet story! Such a lovely narrative!

    1. blogwatig avatar

      Thanks Chatty. I still remember it all too vividly πŸ™‚

  8. Alka avatar

    Such a visual post. I went back in time along with you.

    1. blogwatig avatar

      And I am so glad that you did, Alka πŸ™‚

  9. Disha avatar

    Such a nice post!! I also have a dream to go there πŸ™‚ Glad to know that you made a friend at such tender age and now you have developed a long lasting relationship!

    1. blogwatig avatar

      Oh yes, Disha…………..this one relationship has by far been my longest long distance one. And I am proud to say, still going strong!

  10. Roshni avatar

    Wow! What an amazing experience for sure, Vins! And, you got interviewed for this story? Of course, not surprising!

    1. blogwatig avatar

      It totally was Roshni…………and after all these years, the memories don’t dim!

  11. Swapna Thomas avatar

    Of course you had to be interviewed for this fascinating story! I am still reeling! It can in fact be made into a film easily.

    1. blogwatig avatar

      Ah, I don’t know about a film…………but yes, it is one of my fondest memories πŸ™‚

  12. nidhi avatar

    Beautiful post. Very well written.

    1. blogwatig avatar

      Thanks so mcuh, Nidhi.

  13. Pooja avatar

    Beautiful! Sent me back to my school days and my trip to France.

    1. blogwatig avatar

      And I am sure, you would have stories to pen, as well.

  14. afshan avatar
    afshan

    wow what a beautiful days. I always traveled with U in to your MEMORIES pensive just like in harry potter πŸ˜€
    Truly Vinita I saw it all. I even imagined Alain as Mehdi Nebbou (English Vinglish)
    Yar I so want to write letters to some one like this πŸ™‚
    U hav a great treasure truly !touchwood

    God bless

  15. afshan avatar
    afshan

    I meant what beautiful days* and I also traveled not always *.
    Excuse the typos !! Phew I need some sleep πŸ™‚

  16. Prateek Mathur avatar

    Such a beautiful and heartwarming story! It’s unbelievable to a large extent, pretty much like a fairy tale! πŸ™‚

    Btw, your blog doesn’t show up on blogger anymore! Also kind of confusing to comment now..with that FB interface upfront…

  17. Suzy avatar

    Some connections are soul connections and somehow somewhere that meeting is inevitable.

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