The innocence

Some happenings just leave an imprint on your memory pad. I am quoting down such a memory of mine. This was the year 1996, I was now a mother to two children, one 9yrs old and the other six months. I had come down to Kolkata,  alongwith my kids, to enjoy some precious moments, with my parents, and to straighten my back. My 9yr old, was the apple of eye, of his grandparents, and he took full advantage to do all pranking. On the other side, my chutki was a calm child without much disturbance. She could be adjusted anywhere with a bottle of milk. So Amma didn't have much trouble taking care of her. As you're aware one gets a breath of utter freedom in one's parental home and I took all advantage of it, by going out with my friends, shopping, cinema etc, without any worries of my children. You know, they are in safe hands. My frequent outing without the kids, was now taking a toll on my 9yr old son. He started putting tantrums and asked his Muttassha(grandpa) to take him for sight seeing. Muttasha the epitome of love promised him too, that, he would take him in the evening. But as luck would have it, he was once again busy with his business schedules and couldn't make it, thus he sent his car, with Driver  Kaka, to take the little one, for a ride to Metro Station. Kolkata was the only city, which was having an underground Metro, at that time. And also, it was a tourist attraction. My little one jumped over with joy and got ready to go. Our Driver Kaka, was a sincere one and takes good care too; but, I somehow got this feeling, of not letting the little one go all alone, with the driver. I just dumped my chutki in  my Amma's hand and went along with my son.

Park Street Metro 🚇 Station was the largest and well maintained one. So Acchan had asked to go there first, and from there to go sight seeing, places like Esplanade, The boat ferry ⛴️ etc. We reached the Metro station and got down to the platform via stairs. Once on the platform my prankster started running around, and he, spotted the escalator. The escalator was new to him and to me too. The driver Kaka took him to the escalator, he would now climb from the one side, and would escalate down the other side, he was fully engrossed in this game of his, with Driver Kaka watching over him. I  too, was watching him and the Metro platform simultaneously.   A Metro train, was now on the platform, with passengers rushing out, and pushing in. I was, now concentrating on the Metro Station announcement, and as I turned around to hold the hand of my little one, he was nowhere to be seen; lo! Within a fraction of a second he had given me a slip, as well as to Driver Kaka, and he was now inside the metro with closed doors, leaving me and Kaka outside the boggie. My heart stopped a beating and I started banging on the doors, well aware  that it would not open at all, by my banging. I was running madly on the platform banging all boggie doors. The Metro was leaving the Station with my child, who was now with the strangers. My mind and body was frozen with fear, my voice choked,  I couldn't come to my senses for a minute. I didn't know what to do. Driver Kaka shook me up, assuring me not to worry, the child can be tracked down in the next coming station with the announcements, he said. There is a system of announcement inside the train, of which I wasn't  aware off. I rushed to the Station Master alongwith Driver Kaka and told him everything, he said he would make an announcement, and would ask the next Station Master to Check and bring out the child from the boggie and take care of him.

We took the upcoming Metro, and reached the next Station,  Kalighat. I rushed out quickly and ran towards the Station office, Kaka following after me running madly. I reached the office and saw my prankster quietly chit chatting with the Station Master, I was hell bound to crush him with anger 😠 but seeing his innocent smile, my heart melted down, and I just hugged and kissed him profoundly crying my heart out. I just couldn't imagine the mishappenings happening to him. It was by the grace of God and my parents blessings that he was safe. And I don't know, maybe, the people in the boggie too were good souls, nobody harmed or took advantage of a lonely child. My poor thing, he knew only the address of Delhi home. Some gentleman, was frequently asking him, about his parents and his home address, and he was just quoting down saying "mein Abhilash, Delhi mein rahta hu Mayur Vihar" . The Station Master gave out this details to me when he was doing the enquiry with the metro passengers.  I thanked everyone. Specially the Station Master and to Driver Kaka for taking a good stand and thinking right in the moment. His presence of mind did the doing, and my child was safe. Amma had asked me frequently to visit Kali Maa and take her blessings. But I  shrugged off and avoided, saying I will definitely go before leaving to Delhi. And see how my Kali Maa saved my child from all mishappenings and that too at the Kalibari Metro station. I didn't think much I didnt go for sight seeing etc., on that day,  I couldn't bring myself to senses. Nothing in this world mattered to me than the safety of my child. I took my little one in my arms and asked Driver Kaka to take me and my child for darshan of Maa Kali. I prayed and thanked her for keeping us safe. I returned back home. My Amma sensed something wrong and asked about it , I told my sis and my Amma everything that happened. They too were in a fix; advising, me to be careful and to keep this a secret. This secret was buried in my heart, till my child turned himself, to be, alone and working. It was on his first visit to home, on his official vacation, is when I told him, and also to my hubby dear, to whom my son is his heart throb. 

A chill, still, runs down my nerve even now, whenever I think of this incident.

So many children out there, is a victim to circumstances, and becomes a prey, to the crime world. I just pray for everyone, and every child, who are heart throbs to their parents.

God forbid such incidents from all children and protect them.

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Holidaying

Holidaying, or holiday: this essence I experienced to my heart's content a week and half ago when my cousin alongwith his family paid a visit to my place and intended staying with me. The centre of attraction was his little daughter who glued everyone to her innocent talks, and self created games. Lived a life, and enjoyed a splendid holiday myself too, after a long long time with all the gupshup, home made foods, small fights round table conference and to top it up all, the cute little one's photoshoot and telephonic  technology. I really appreciate my cousin brother's decision to stay with me and spent his time with us, instead of putting up into luxurious hotels. The real meaning of holiday, hope, he too might have experienced it the way I felt. 

Penning down some memories of my childhood  holidays...taking you all once again to my memory lane.

As the title suggests Holiday and holidaying were not specific or weren't planned Holidays in those days. To us holiday meant spending time with your loved ones..... your grandparents, your cousins. It was never a  planned holiday; staying in hotels, going through the brochure, exploring the places of sightseeing etc.,  wasn't our affair.  It was just holiday; to be far away from school, from home, from city and off course from the daily routines. We all eagerly wait, the whole year, for this moment of ours, to our native place, Kerela, where our grand parents lived. It was a real bliss being there, the whole one month. Yes a whole month. Summer holidays....

 

I don't know whether it was the magic of that era or whether the people were that much genuine, for nobody was bothered about the other staying with them for a month. All will be chirping with excitement and will welcome everyone with open heart, the warmth of the reciprocations, can't be penned down in words, one has to experience it. Real wonderful souls were they. The ancestral home being the house of our grand parents, all cousins, who ever were staying outside the native place would be visiting during the summer holidays. And mostly school holidays, would fall in the same month, for everyone too. What a lovely get together.....uncles, aunts, cousins the house will be full of laughter joy and aromatic (the aroma of cooked food and cooking emitting from the kitchen). Really how cool we used to feel. We, children, were the most excited. We never used to do any household work, and were never bothered to listen,  to the saying of elders,  for there were plenty of places to escape and run without heeding to their calls. Sleeping and sleeping patterns too, were in haphazard ways one would cosy up oneself to whichever places available cuddling up to each other in corridors, veranda, underneath the staircase etc. Wonderful days were those, no tension, no worries, blissful days.

As I had already quoted down in my earlier posts, my grandma, was an ardent lady with overflowing love for everyone, so scolding or briefing wasn't her accord. She would just pour out her heart to us. So we all were pampered a lot. We would get up early in the morning chirping like birds and would que around the well to brush our teeth. We wouldn't, be brushing our teeth with Colgate and toothbrush. There was a special tooth powder made out of the burnt husk of rice.(mukkerri) This would be kept in mud pots mixed with salt. All would take this in their palm rub it to a fine powder and would apply to the teeths using the finger, massaging it to our teeth and gums. Wow !! what a wonderful experience it was; all would proudly be showing his/her teeth, and a competition would begin within a second to see whose teeth are brighter and sparkling.  An hour or two would be spent like this.

Next is the time to take bath. All will wait for someone, or any elder to take them to the river side. My Amma was the leader to lead all the kids to the river. She would carry a bundle of clothes for washing along with the battalion of kids. All would flock around her and would be moving singing songs, fighting plucking weeds etc. The river, being a bit far from the house, would give us ample time to enjoy with each other, bullying, teasing, playing and what not. Once we reach the river side, all would plunge into the water and my Amma's shouting and scolding wouldn't be a hearing factor to anyone at all. We all will be swimming, will be splashing water on each other,  and will be playing many water games, diving etc. Real splendorous bath. An hour would be spent like this, and our stomach would now be growling. We all would now rush ahead to reach home as quickly as possible to pounce on the food, KANJI. 

Yes,  KANJI (Rice gruel), this may sound astounding or awful to many thinking what is so special about it????????

Hmmm it is, it was, very very very special to us, boiling hot rice gruel mixed with homemade cow ghee, papadam, kondatum( dried fried vegetables) and chamandi( coconut tamarind chutney). After the nourishing bath, to have this hot and sumptuous rice gruel was indeed a treat to the soul. We all will be sitting in a circle on the floor with patram and plaayilla(plate and spoon made with jackfruit leaf)for the hot rice gruel to be served to us. Then will begin the fight for the papadam and kondatum. All will be needing more and more not satisfied with what has been served to one. Oh!! I can visualise those scenes even now, with my eyes closed. What cool days were those. Once done with breakfast all will rush out into the thodi (courtyard, orchard) to play until the call for lunch arrives. All will be enjoying a heartful game without any toys, without any worries of the world. We never knew what worries or tension were. While playing around we would be waiting for our native cousins, staying near by place to join us, too. They will then share their experiences, in their school, their studies, etc., and a good exchange of knowledge will happen.  The days, will be  spent thus, with visit to each other's houses, meeting elders, and exploring orchards. A month will pass by, in the warmth of elders, and, with no un due demands from the young ones and children. All will bade good bye without any regret in their hearts, promising eachother to meet again in the next summer holidays.

Now bygone are those days, or can I say that nobody is bothered to spend such days with their loved ones. With the fast pacing world of technology, our way of thinking too has changed; why so? is still a question?? Why people feel it a obligation why is the mind, instead of widening, narrowed down. Why does everyone think it's a disturbance and distrubing to someone's privacy and daily routine. May be a knock on their door is what they might be waiting for. May be they await a call from their loved ones, to be with them to mess up their routine schedule. When did this feeling of obligation, disturbance, disturbing came into the dictionary of relationship, I don't know.

Yes really blessed I am to have a relished, peaceful, joyful moments of real holidays with my loved ones.

Awaiting more of such responses

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