Springtime Of Life

Glad to.see you back after a long time
It's always a pleasure to look.back the sweet memories we had during childhood days
School.days office days before marriage after marriage etc. Those days won't come back again but memories will always be there

I can't believe I have completed 81 yrs
God gave me everything and very thankful to hi
Today is Janmashtami and I tell Krishna
Kurai onrum illai and give me healthy life a d peaceful death

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Dear Lakshmi,

So nice to read a snippet from you after a long time. Your snippet reminiscing about your childhood. I am also glad to hear that you spoke to someone who is a childhood friend. Most of my childhood was in Neyveli Township in South Arcot District apart from a small portion when I was too young in Chennai.

I did spend my childhood playing badminton and cricket matches against teams. Temple visit used to be every day as there was a temple in walking distance from our quarters. I have explored hiking on soft dirt moutain moved for digging out lignite from the open cast mine in Neyveli and faced a dangerous situation of earth-moving equipment trying to spray dirt on top of us. We ran like as there was no tomorrow to escape from that possible accident without which we would have been buried deep into the dirt. We had bike rides to the nearby towns driving through cashew and jackfruit plant fields without the knowledge of the parents. I have attended multiple pravachans delivered by Krupananda Variar, Anantharama Dikshitar, Pulavar Keeran and many more. I have also heard meetings conducted by Periyar.

Interestingly, I have my friendship during school days in tact and one has become a surgeon and another has become a general physican. The surgeon visits the US regularly to see his daughter living in the US while the physician made a visit to the US just for touring. The surgeon always calls me and talks to me for a long time every time he visits the US while the physician visited me and stayed at home with us one night.

It was always fun talking about school days with them. We still exchange memories that happened 54 years back when we were 16 years old.

 

Welcome sister @jskls after a long long hiatus you hv come with a nostalgic nipped which read I cherished. Kudos to your writing about the joy of yore - golden period that we enjoyed with least onus.

This axiomatic line is from the well-known poem ‘ Ode to the west wind’ by P.B.Shelly comes to mind. If winter comes can spring be far behind. Seasons in rotation comes but our young youthful season gone forever except one can have vicarious experience.

I remember I spent my summer playing indoor games including Trade & Monopoly. I had worked in Exhibhitions selling. Chandrika Bath Soaps for a salary of RS 5 a month. I played lot of street or gully cricket.

Once I returned bit late from a special class in school. It was already 4.30 my friends form team and play cricket. If I go late I would miss being in a team. Mom had kept rava Uppma hot ready in pan. I took and fill the hot Uppuma into my half pant pocket both sides and rushed to street to join my friends. It was hot cricket.

I hv unforgettable moment during the festivals. A boy picked up unexplored but lighted atom bomb in the dark and it exploded in its half trousers side pocket.
During Navarathri evenings for golu all nine days we invite others to hv tamboolam and of course Sundal. I was studying then Pre University. Half-saree clad girl doing SSLC from opposite home came to invite my mom and sis. But they had gone away and it was later part of dusk. I invited her in first and asked her to sing while I went into kitchen to bring her tamboolam and Sundal. She without hesitation sang a song ( brindavanamum nandakumaranu yavarukkum podhu selva manroe) . I had butterflies in my stomach!

marghazhi - I enjoyed lost in my boyhood as I go with bhajan group before dawn singing along with many in chorus in streets that starts from a shrine in Triplicane. I used to long for the concluding moment, when we get in Dry leaf cups warm Pongal with gleaming ghee roasted cashew and black pepper.

this reminds me of of time machine novel by H G Wells. If only it is possible, then simultaneously my late parents and other late cousins would be back and I would be watching mom and sister making the bakshanams for Gokulashtami & Krishna Jayanthi Celebrations today.

indeed. Old is gold. Olden days when we were young it now appears Golden or sovereign period of our life. Life of now compared to life then, I wonder how we had managed without the comforts of today without ever realising the hardship then. I remember I enjoyed carrying on my fore arms fire-wood and a bag full of charcoal with half Anna idli parcel with lots of hot Udupi hotel onion sambar in Triplicane Chennai.

this reminds me as a novice at 12, I rode as an adventurer a hire bicycle between two big buses that were moving close to me in opposite directions opposite Sanskrit college mylapore. The chill I felt at my spines at that moment never I had shared with anyone including my MA and sister. But in scare, I fell down and hired bicycle dashed against a bullock cart and the impact dented and mangled the rim. The cycle hirer met MA and told the damage to the rim and desired compensation. I don’t know how mom handled it but the cycle hirer later became friendly and helped to learn riding.

I too an avid listener to bhashyams as a boy. I used to hold hand of my periamma and escort her to HINDU HIGH SCHOOL TRIPLICANE huge prayer hall to listen to bhashyams by late shri Anantharama Dikshitar. I played some trick to get gate pass to NKT school open Kala Mandap ice house and get my friends boys and girls as well to watch Tamil draws by Late thesbian Shivaji Ganesan, K Balachander, Manohar and others.

My dad held my hand walked to marina
sand- beach to listen to speeches by many DMK leaders including Periyar. I can’t forget his mention of onion peeling of Indians to space launch of Lyka - the dog in sputnik by Then undivided Russia.

 

We love what we will not get back. So is childhood, teenage, youth and yesterday. But in return, we get new and equally good ways of living. The immediate example is coming alive in IL.

 

U had taken me to the spot which I had enjoyed during summer of 1960 for almost three months in a typing institute that was close to my home then. Delectable moments in the institute with fragrance of turmeric, jasmine and cuticular or and ponds dream flower.