Something that has been going in my mind for quite some time ...guess it is time for this one...
[Southern India ..........]
With most of my early vacation in North, in hot summer ....early morning began with grandfather behind me with fresh buffalo milk (yuk!! was my expression those day) Still remember running around the house,hiding behind my mother(or) grandmother but not luck ..Grandpa always won each day..Morning walk was trend those day, so used happily walk in botanical garden- Company garden, learning each day about new plant (or) lesson of life..( walking my favourite part).Listening to stories my father used tell me..historic or morale value...remember each one of them...some made sense then and some later in life.
Days used to go by meeting every relative and friends, pulling your cheek or patting your head eventually being rewarded with traditional sweets( now that is best part, in returns for you had to put up with).Thanks to my cousins,learnt my two wheelers at very early age...tragic ending came to that chapter, when my father came to know..(perfect timing for lesson on responsibilities)
Travelled to Ganges, with spectacular views of the mango groves, fields of sugar cane, listening to the peacock and peafowl.Watching the military trained horses, seriously beautiful ones...How did I miss, the horse driven carriage (tanga), never can forget the sound and it feels so fresh in my memory (those kind of carriage are no more in use).
Sleeping on open roof beneath the stars with blanket of cool air in the hot summers of north,(something no longer seen much) Spicy tangy chats(snacks),mom's samosa(yummy! nothing can beat it, not even mine).. spiced tea, grandma's gajar ka halwa (carrot desert).. definitely some moment in those days.
[Southern India ..........]
Being brought up in the most beautiful place know as 'God own country' on the coast of sea...where the coconut water taste the sweetest, quenching every thirst, cooling every restless soul.
Every breeze is melody, with traditional music from the near by temples of the drum in rhythm , along with faint sounds from the conch shell... (seriously some effort involved to try blow a conch shell in rhythm)...
Every breeze is melody, with traditional music from the near by temples of the drum in rhythm , along with faint sounds from the conch shell... (seriously some effort involved to try blow a conch shell in rhythm)...
Ever tried placing the conch shell on to ear, hear the sound of waves over the sea, swirl of the universe.
Playing in the streets, swinging in swing under the shade of huge trees,childish pranks with all hidden giggle and laughter, making adventures of all kinds one can imagine..say it hunting treasure (or) be hidden spy (or) all time favourite hide and seek..
Watching the almighty elephant walk on street and getting to gently pat the trunk, watching those pleasant expressive eyes.. was not unusual. Surprising the favourite of the mighty one is the tinniest bananas as small as baby finger, yes the sweetest and favourite of the elephant and mine too.
Traditional hot food on banana leave an amazing feel,yummy crispy dosa,those festive processions and holidays, being on house boats in backwater, misty mountains, the rains,faint fragrance of the jasmine or tuberose and wild flowers.
As the the night fall, surrounded with sound of cricket and faint yellow green light of fireflies, seems like the stars on the ground.
The stars in the night sky are so close as though you can touch them,bright as they shine..watching over you... with an absolute silence..every whisper one can hear...
..True to every word, this is definitely ... 'God own country'
..True to every word, this is definitely ... 'God own country'
[ Northern India..........]
Fortunately with ancestor belonging to place close to the Himalayas near the place where River Ganges enter the plains of Northern India( just an hour drive)... my native is also known for one of beautiful woodcarving export to worldwide, jaggery (uncentrifuged sugar) (no wonder sugar has been my favourite)..
Was very fortunate to have delicately wood carved pieces with me always to cherish and be part of my native is some way.
With most of my early vacation in North, in hot summer ....early morning began with grandfather behind me with fresh buffalo milk (yuk!! was my expression those day) Still remember running around the house,hiding behind my mother(or) grandmother but not luck ..Grandpa always won each day..Morning walk was trend those day, so used happily walk in botanical garden- Company garden, learning each day about new plant (or) lesson of life..( walking my favourite part).Listening to stories my father used tell me..historic or morale value...remember each one of them...some made sense then and some later in life.
Days used to go by meeting every relative and friends, pulling your cheek or patting your head eventually being rewarded with traditional sweets( now that is best part, in returns for you had to put up with).Thanks to my cousins,learnt my two wheelers at very early age...tragic ending came to that chapter, when my father came to know..(perfect timing for lesson on responsibilities)
Travelled to Ganges, with spectacular views of the mango groves, fields of sugar cane, listening to the peacock and peafowl.Watching the military trained horses, seriously beautiful ones...How did I miss, the horse driven carriage (tanga), never can forget the sound and it feels so fresh in my memory (those kind of carriage are no more in use).
Sleeping on open roof beneath the stars with blanket of cool air in the hot summers of north,(something no longer seen much) Spicy tangy chats(snacks),mom's samosa(yummy! nothing can beat it, not even mine).. spiced tea, grandma's gajar ka halwa (carrot desert).. definitely some moment in those days.
But time flies..this little heart was looking out for something more..an adventure..,that brought me to 'Silicon Valley and Garden City of India', known for the pleasant climate through out the year ..a city that just absorbed me even before I knew and felt more at home..
The food, the culture is different from what had seen in north and south(extremes kind of), a mixture and yet not a mixture is this Garden city. Definitely land of opportunities it had been for me, many lesson of life learnt , with many friends to keep and memories to remember. Old or young, friendly by nature,always took care some way or the other and vice versa.
Being around the country from the north to south from east to west ...seen every shades in one country say it mountain to beaches, plains to valley, snow to summers,rains,desert to forest ..each place was unique in every way yet different..every place left a mark of its own in my memory for life long...
Being seas away in another land, realise...home is home..
The food, the culture is different from what had seen in north and south(extremes kind of), a mixture and yet not a mixture is this Garden city. Definitely land of opportunities it had been for me, many lesson of life learnt , with many friends to keep and memories to remember. Old or young, friendly by nature,always took care some way or the other and vice versa.
Being around the country from the north to south from east to west ...seen every shades in one country say it mountain to beaches, plains to valley, snow to summers,rains,desert to forest ..each place was unique in every way yet different..every place left a mark of its own in my memory for life long...
Being seas away in another land, realise...home is home..
