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Bachpan...


As I am getting older, the memories of childhood are becoming more and more dear to me. There are some bitter memories (which I am not interested in discussing) and there are many sweet memories.


I have been reading "Kaghazi hai pairahan", an autobiography of Ismat Chughtai these days. In the current chapter she is visiting her phoophi (father's sister). The description of the home and the ambiance reminded me of my grand-father's home at Bhagalpur, Bihar. We used to visit there every year during our summer vacation. Two of my phoophis and chhote abbu (father's brother) used to stay there too. So, in all we were 7 kids. If the timing was good then 2 other cousins from Patna would join us.


There were fights as well as fun. I remember once we organized a cultural evening with a short skit and some song and dance too. I don't remember my contribution though.


Bhagalpur was a little (actually more than a little) short on electricity. And that compelled all of us to stay in the courtyard from early evening till the next morning. The courtyard, which then seemed like a boundless expanse of land, had a coconut tree in the center. On one side of it was the kitchen and other 3 sides were 3 different portions of the house. Chaarpai used to be laid in the courtyard and all of us brothers and sisters used to huddle together and either tell each other stories of ghosts or the bermuda triangle (and other interesting stuff) or listen to stories from our kahaani-waali daddu (grandfather's sister).


The mischief-maker

One of the last photographs of my brother having an unkempt look

Certain things which i remember clearly are the sound made by the rustling of the leaves of the coconut tree, the smell of the coal or cow-dung cakes burning in the angeethi, the chaos created by the pet goats, chicken and cats (the house was a mini-zoo), the clear sky with innumerable stars (very visible in the absence of electricity), the smell of kerosene lamp, the smell of itr and the hustle-bustle of burkha-clad women on eid, jumping from one terrace to another and an occasional movie show on the VCR (sometimes it took more than 2 days to see one complete movie).

4 out of 9

Na poori tarah yaad hain woh lamhen,
Aur na hum unhe bhool paaye hain.
Hawa ke sang jo khushboo aaj aayi hai,
Humein us waqt mein ya us waqt ko humaare paas le aayi hai.

Comments

Princess Fiona said…
bahut nostalgic kar diya tumne, shazia...

those (good old) days..

*sigh*
Shazia said…
Monika,

Kya karen yaad aa gayi us time ki, to likh daala. Bachpan ki buri se buri yaad bhi aaj pyaari lagti hai....
khulepanne said…
"wo kaghaz ki kashti, wo baarish ka paani"... I am sure you tried that too during monsoons.
shilpy said…
Missing childhood... i guess everyone does at this point of time when u don't get time to do the most important things u had thought to do during the day.. koi naihn bete, sabke saath hota hai.. enjoyed reading the choti shaz stuff and seeeing her too.. miss u.. and those days too..
Wali Khan said…
Title "The mischief-maker" suits you best darling... and LOL!!! at "unkempt look"

Well i miss those days tooh... I was a real silly guy back then...
Shazia said…
@ khule panne
Amit humne to bathroom mein bucket mein bhi khoob nav chalayi hai :)

@ Shilpy
You are the most regular reader of my blog. Thanks yaar...

@ CAT (wali)
Yaar you were never silly. You were very cute. I think I grew up before the right age. And i was mean... Sorry for everything!

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