Tuesday, July 15, 2008

A trip down memory lane...

No fodder for blogs.. or so I thought as I sat at my computer this morning. So time to vaccum the house, and clean the tub and finally iron some clothes - I cant remain in PJs forever can I? But no, I had to turn on the computer, and go to blog lines and read other bloggers...
This has sent me down memory lane.

UTBT wrote about Kootanchoru. It took me back in time to the vacations I spent in my grand parents home as a kid. I would go there every vacation as both my parents worked. Sometimes mom would join me too. In December my uncles and cousins who lived abroad would gather too. Summers were spent with my aunts, uncle and grand parents. On such occasions we would gather around my grandmom and she would mix the rice and give it to us in our palms for us to eat. She would make one big bowl of rice for all of us. Summer vacations when no cousins were around, we used to do this with my mum, aunt, uncle and me. As I was the only kid I got fed by mouth while the others would get the food in their palms. Then my uncle would always lie down put his head on my grandmom's lap and claim she was his mother first and my grandma next. I would argue till blue in the face about how I was younger and hence got exclusive grandma rights!! Such mean relatives I had, torturing a little kid like this.. but I think thats why I remember my vacations so fondly.. All the banter is truly unforgettable! Grandmom was so much fun.. she would play Pallankuzhi with me (an age old Tamil board game played with tamarind seeds for coins and thayam kattai for dice). Pallankuzhi is similar to Mancala (African board game) or Pits and Pebbles game. Summer vacations also meant, story time. Grandmom would tell me stories tirelessly till I fell asleep every night from exhaution.

Prats wrote about street vendors who come knocking in India. I would hang on to the balcony rails to peer at the street vendors calling out their wares in sing song tunes on the road every summer vacation. "Paper Pazhaya Paper" was the most common... The man who collected old paper would walk down the road many times every day. Today I haul the paper to the trash every once in a while. I finally stopped buying paper in fear of the disposal!! I remember the vendors who would bring stainless steel dishes and plastic ware to the door step. They wanted old clothes in return. How convenient. Rambler wrote about how he had a tough time getting rid of clutter.. and here was a great way to do it. And you would get these dishes/ plastic ware in return. When I started working I went to live with my grand parents for a year. I came home one day to my grandmom proudly displaying a plastic bucket to me.
"See does this look good" she asked.
"Did you carry it all the way from the store? You should have told me I would have got it for you!" I said
"No the pathrakaran gave me this" she said (the plastics vendor)
I knew there had to be a reason she was beaming so much
"What did he give you this for free?" asked I in all my naiveté'
"Oh no I just gave him one of your old jeans and he gave me this big bucket in return"
Old Jeans? I did not have any old jeans lying around.. I ran to my room and rummaged through my stuff and confirmed the gnawing suspicion. She had exchanged my brand new expensive stone wash jeans for a plastic bucket. And she stood there proud of it, beaming with happiness. I did not have the heart to tell her that was one expensive bucket!!
Cheeky had his first sighting of a street vendor when he was a year and a half. I hide from these persistent vendors. We were on a vacation to my parental home and were both playing in the car porch. I spied the vendor and tried to lure Cheeky to the back of the house, so that the vendor would call out and then leave disappointed! The vendor called out "Amma, Amma". Cheeky escaped my clutches and ran to the guy and pointed to the turn in the wall where I was hidden and said "Anga" (Over there) and He came back to me to say "Amma unna yaaro kupdara" (Amma someone is calling out to you). I had to come out of hiding shame faced and buy the stuff I did not need as the poor guy had not sold anything all day and I wanted to stop him from convincing me and let me go back to my playing ball with my now restless son. So I bought the jug and cups that he sold and it still lies in a forgotten corner in my dad's house!

Now thanks to all my fellow bloggers I am on a never ending trip down memory lane while my house lies in a complete mess!

17 comments:

Fantasies of a Lifetime said...

lovely days werent they. . . . .Rice tasted so yumm when eaten that way :0). . lol still moping on about those jeans aren't u :P. . .move on :P

Galadriel said...

nice. brings back many old memories. :)

rayshma said...

lol!!
my mom used to be surprised at the amount we *bro & myself* paid for old-looking clothes! :D

keithsramblings said...

What wonderful memories. I so enjoyed wallowing in them with you. Now go clean that tub!!

Suma said...

nice one...don't we miss those days?

lol at the jeans fate...:)

Mira's mom said...

Hey, loved the jeans angle. So cute! :-)

2 B's mommy said...

awww, such wonderful memories....you took me down the memory lane too and I could feel the light breeze on my arms while sleeping on the roof with cousins on our visits to Hyderabad during summer vacation, chatting, giglling and drifting off...and so many more !

How's the cleaning up going ??

Mama - Mia said...

:)

getting nostalgic is an all time favourite, isnt it?

just this morning, i was trying to remember all the games we played in our terrace every evening after school!

lovely post!

cheers!

abha

Preethi said...

Vish - it was a new pair of jeans chitti got me from Aus. I probably never told her as well.. it was a real cute pair, which folded on the top to bring out a floral design :P
Galadriel - come come share them!!
Rayshma - For a long time I would dread buying the stone wash jean.. Reminds me of the ad in TV where the mom patches up all the tears in her teenager's jean!!!
Keith - Memories are wonderful aren't they... do I have to go to that tub.. or maybe I could leave it for the DH to toil on over the weekend :P
Suma - you bet!
Mira's mom - cute?? poor me!!
2BM - Yeah those were some fun times!!! cleaning up? 24 hrs later still not much progress!
Abha - make a post on that.. that would be fun!!

Rambler said...

aren't blog land memories fun :)

Just Jen said...

LOL
my house is a mess as I sit here too...I did manage the vacuuming, picking up, and dishes so far...but then I thought, I'll rest a bit and here I am...surfing blogs...lol...I know I still have much more to do and I have sat here all day yesterday doing nothing...I'm a really clean person so this is driving me a little batty!
as for old jeans...my sister makes quilts, curtains, and stuff like that out of them. Her son's room looks really neat and my son's favourite baby blanket for going outside was denim on one side and a baby blanket on the other and quilted inside. It was really warm.
Now go take that very expensive bucket and clean...LOL

Sandhya said...

I am sure that must be now your most special jeans you never got to wear! Summer vacation with cousins, nothing can top that!

The Nomad said...

Well what can you do with Patti... Fortunately for me, there are no pathrakarans... in Aus... So my stone wash survived her visit.
Hope its not because of me... I used to bring my old salwar etc for patti to get rid off (the salvation army bins would not have used it here), hope she did not think it was one my old pairs...
I know the ad you are talking about. It is kind of cute though... and reminds you of poeple like patti in a world of their own!

Mystic Margarita said...

Hey, my mom had traded one of my Levis for something, too. Not that I mind it mych, couldn't fit into it now even if I tried anyway!

Preethi said...

Rambler - yeah they are... fun!
Jen - wow.. what a lovely way to recycle.. I am no good I just donate to Goodwill and SA...
Sandhya - you bet.. I dreamt about them for a long time.. dreams and nightmares!!
Nomad - Yes I should have known.. by the way I think the jeans were a gift from you!!!
Mystic Margarita - Yeah I probably couldn't too.. but thats hardly the point!! :P

lostonthestreet said...

nice post.Me might copy the idea and write on my grandmom's place :-)
Btw, you serious about that jeans for bucket trade? that must have been the most lopsided barter in the history!!! hahahah

Preethi said...

LOS - Do write... as for the jean tale.. I am not kidding.. I am serious!! poor me eh?