Yesterday, 26th november 2011, my dearest friend kumar was going to listen to swamy paripurnananda at lalitha kala thoranam. I was not keen and ready to listen to spiritual discourse and preferred being with my spirit. Luckily it stuck to me that i can drop him there and spend time at public gardens walking and sitting all by myself.I loved my decision. The walking was a pleasure particularly because there was not much crowd and i could see the same trees which were there since 1975.. The walking was a pleasure and fortunately it is still being maintained well. I didnt beleive that i was so near to the crowded place outside.
The museum, jubilee hall, the lake, the big park with in the garden and the masjid were all intact.just went down the memory lane and remembered all those nice innocent things that we did as children. Going to public garden was very special and it would happen only once every 2 months.We would get ready with all excitement and wait for the bus. The food and water would be packed. Water in that solid glass bottle and food in steel dabbas.
We children would play hide and seek, chinamchaani, meaning chase and catch the thief. And ofcourse, dastee round round.. gather in a circle and the player would place the handkerchief on someone's behind and that person has to identify and chase the player and catch before he finishes one circle and sits in his place. Very rarely we would buy baloons and play orelse it was all the running around, and not getting tired. No Tv to run back hometo watch favorites and yes we would take the radio and listen to Vividh Bharathi. ( transistor was just getting popular replacing big fat Status symbol radios)
The only money spent if any was on the desi bhel puri( dont remember what was it called then) from a guy who would never cut tomatoes and put lemon for us. But that was rare and home special food was there for eating. We would never get tired of being there and hated going back home.
Adults would say, let us watch the train and then go home. there was one train which would come at 8 pm and its engine would set off to set right the coaches ,and it was called shunting. We would love to see engine brings coaches and run up and down.
just cannot reproduce the excitement of watching the train and the engine and the shunting process. I also vividly remember the sad feeling when we had to go home. Such raw innocent happiness is not experienced these days at all.
After Grusha and other kids were born in the family, we would all go to Public gardens in 1998 to 2000 and try to relive the same. We were partly successful but now we had to buy several things including cool drinks and toys. The only 2 things which were common were the desi bhelpuri and Sugar cane juice. manualSugar cane bandi was replaced with automated bandi. This is a relief as i would always feel misreable when they were extracting sugar cane juice manually.
i relived all the good of the childhood in public gardens and very happy to notice that not much has changed inside and that good feeling and clamness is still there. That lake is still maintained decently and the extension of the park is also very decent.
Thank all the people who are responsible to keep the PURITY intact.
The museum, jubilee hall, the lake, the big park with in the garden and the masjid were all intact.just went down the memory lane and remembered all those nice innocent things that we did as children. Going to public garden was very special and it would happen only once every 2 months.We would get ready with all excitement and wait for the bus. The food and water would be packed. Water in that solid glass bottle and food in steel dabbas.
We children would play hide and seek, chinamchaani, meaning chase and catch the thief. And ofcourse, dastee round round.. gather in a circle and the player would place the handkerchief on someone's behind and that person has to identify and chase the player and catch before he finishes one circle and sits in his place. Very rarely we would buy baloons and play orelse it was all the running around, and not getting tired. No Tv to run back hometo watch favorites and yes we would take the radio and listen to Vividh Bharathi. ( transistor was just getting popular replacing big fat Status symbol radios)
The only money spent if any was on the desi bhel puri( dont remember what was it called then) from a guy who would never cut tomatoes and put lemon for us. But that was rare and home special food was there for eating. We would never get tired of being there and hated going back home.
Adults would say, let us watch the train and then go home. there was one train which would come at 8 pm and its engine would set off to set right the coaches ,and it was called shunting. We would love to see engine brings coaches and run up and down.
just cannot reproduce the excitement of watching the train and the engine and the shunting process. I also vividly remember the sad feeling when we had to go home. Such raw innocent happiness is not experienced these days at all.
After Grusha and other kids were born in the family, we would all go to Public gardens in 1998 to 2000 and try to relive the same. We were partly successful but now we had to buy several things including cool drinks and toys. The only 2 things which were common were the desi bhelpuri and Sugar cane juice. manualSugar cane bandi was replaced with automated bandi. This is a relief as i would always feel misreable when they were extracting sugar cane juice manually.
i relived all the good of the childhood in public gardens and very happy to notice that not much has changed inside and that good feeling and clamness is still there. That lake is still maintained decently and the extension of the park is also very decent.
Thank all the people who are responsible to keep the PURITY intact.
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