With more society/apartment culture peeping in…(which no
doubt I vouch for any day)….there are few things I miss…
S’s holidays were on…so I thought to make a visit to his
granny’s place…who stay in a independent house…few things picked my attention…
Balloon seller crossed by…..whistling his paper whistles
while crossing each of the lanes…and for a moment I thought…ahhh S would run
for it….but he did not noticed/paid attention to his movement…as he hasn’t seen
it much apart from his friend’s birthday parties.
Also….the popcorn seller who pops the corn kernels/peanuts/chickpeas
in front of u in his large deep pan in sand (and the aroma it brings)… As he
arrives, he bangs his big knife on his big pan to catch-hold your attention…making
sounds ‘tan tan tan’… you have choice
for your ears or your nose to react first…
Then at times, jhoolawala
dragging microversion of giant wheel to lure kids for joyride at their
doorstep. I remember how we used to plead for one rupee coin daily for this
ride and how many games we invented sitting within our swing seat (don’t u
believe…eg: leaving slipper on floor in first round…and picking it in next…and
then another game is catching things across our swing seats…)… And demanding
the vendor, “bhaiya..aur tez…aur tez…”
as he is the one who swayed the swings.
And lastly what comes to my mind is the drool-worthy golawala (crushed ice lolly)…and the
variety of colors one can choose to pour upon them….and after effect of the
colored flavoured tongues…
Not that you never sight these things….all these local
vendors are still visible in fairs, in tent-based functions, and in local
festivity markets, outside some schools…but kids waiting for these vendors
daily on a particular time is something else. And with increasing apartment
culture, more of gates communities, and our over-protective selves (which
undoubtedly is the need of the hour)… these things are slowing fading away or
drifting far from big cities to smaller towns.
I have grown up with these luxuries (for kids, truly they are)
around, and I try to give it to S too whenever possible, be it for 4-5 days…and
leave it for him to remember it for long to brag to his tiny friends or let it
be a faded memory….
I’m sure you have your own tales of your childhood times,
your special memories, items you bought from your piggy-bank …
I’m just an ear away….
Originally posted on Parentous