Reminiscing your childhood!
Was having this casual discussion with the boys
on climate change and environment and how man is destroying mother earth for
his selfish pleasures... as the discussions turned emotional it altogether had
a different twist….Sharing my childhood memories did indeed make them feel
horribly disappointed on the growing up fun they missed. I remember while a
kid, at the back yard of my house where I lived, there was this large open
land, filled with lots of trees and shrubs….a small pond that was part of a
free flowing lake surrounded by mangroves……where did all that go!!!
I can still recollect this plant called ‘konthamani chedi’ from which we get hard shelled seeds and I believed that rosary was made out of it….or was it really out of it, until plastic took over….hmmm well…you can only ponder, there’s no one exactly to give explanations to that past…the loved ones of the era have slowly taken place behind the curtains of memory.
I love to reminisce on those childhood days, where your imaginations run wild and weird, you have the freedom to picture anything and everything. Even before reading Alice in Wonderland I had pictured the weirdest of animals and humans, tiny people living below the grass, for quite a long time to me thathamma was the green grasshopper. Green grasshoppers were preferred over the brown ones. I bet there will be a lot around us who have done the “thathamme poocha thing” with a broom stick and some coconut flowers right on top of it.
The numerous times you bottle a tadpole mistaking it for a baby fish, amma going mad at the sight of it flinging it out over your head. LOL!! Next time around you hide it away from the mother and feed it with a portion of all that you get and finally to your horror it loses its tail and the disliked figure emerges.…..…ewh!! Chuckle!!! “manathukanni” why was that tiny fish so called?! That was what it was supposed to be!
During the rains we had these tiny fishes to large ones swimming around in the puddles created by the rain water, if you are lucky you can spot a turtle or two…collecting rain water on ‘chemb ela’ rolling it over and over without dropping and wondering why the leaf is not getting wet. There were hardly any fences around the houses, and literally you could walk across one plot to the next without any hindrance. In a skip hop and jump I would reach my Pappa’s house convey any message and be back, and amma could keep a tab on me, yeah of course, she had set my boundaries, up to where I can go and where I cannot….yet life was beautiful!!
There is more to it than words can ever express and of course constrained time and convenience .
I can still recollect this plant called ‘konthamani chedi’ from which we get hard shelled seeds and I believed that rosary was made out of it….or was it really out of it, until plastic took over….hmmm well…you can only ponder, there’s no one exactly to give explanations to that past…the loved ones of the era have slowly taken place behind the curtains of memory.
I love to reminisce on those childhood days, where your imaginations run wild and weird, you have the freedom to picture anything and everything. Even before reading Alice in Wonderland I had pictured the weirdest of animals and humans, tiny people living below the grass, for quite a long time to me thathamma was the green grasshopper. Green grasshoppers were preferred over the brown ones. I bet there will be a lot around us who have done the “thathamme poocha thing” with a broom stick and some coconut flowers right on top of it.
The numerous times you bottle a tadpole mistaking it for a baby fish, amma going mad at the sight of it flinging it out over your head. LOL!! Next time around you hide it away from the mother and feed it with a portion of all that you get and finally to your horror it loses its tail and the disliked figure emerges.…..…ewh!! Chuckle!!! “manathukanni” why was that tiny fish so called?! That was what it was supposed to be!
During the rains we had these tiny fishes to large ones swimming around in the puddles created by the rain water, if you are lucky you can spot a turtle or two…collecting rain water on ‘chemb ela’ rolling it over and over without dropping and wondering why the leaf is not getting wet. There were hardly any fences around the houses, and literally you could walk across one plot to the next without any hindrance. In a skip hop and jump I would reach my Pappa’s house convey any message and be back, and amma could keep a tab on me, yeah of course, she had set my boundaries, up to where I can go and where I cannot….yet life was beautiful!!
There is more to it than words can ever express and of course constrained time and convenience .
And yeah, as my boys always puts it “happy
realizations” when you get nostalgic you need your mother tongue and
unfortunately I haven’t yet installed the fonts!!!
Good night folks!!
Good night folks!!
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