Its quite astonishing when a prompt on Memory/Memories makes your mind go blank. 🙂
So instead of trying hard I decided to relax, take a pause, sip my favourite coffee and let my mind wander. But nothing worked. At last I went up to the best person to help me. Hubby asked me a few questions and there I had an outline to my post just at the eleventh hour. 😀
And here I go in a tail-spin…
Childhood – Chowkidar‘s Danda (The Watchman’s stick)
This dates back to 1981 when I was just 2 and we lived in Tilak Nagar, Delhi. I remember how I would get frozen at the very sound of the chowkidar’s danda. It scared the hell out of me. I didn’t know if the chowkidaar was a man, an animal or an alien. I only recognized him with the sound of the danda and the whistle. Little did I realize that I’ll get my sweet revenge years later. Once I was waiting for hubby who would often return from his outstation trips late in the night. I roamed around in the balcony and for some reason had my short hair left loose. The society watchman was on his night patrol and was shocked to see my silhouette and turned the flashlight towards me. He was clearly shocked to have seen a witch at 3 a.m. in the morning. 😀
Honestly, I am scared of those sounds till date and I can’t sleep all alone. 😦
Adolescence – Switch On Switch Off (SO-SO)
This belongs to the days when Weston was the leading television brand. We had a wonderful B/W set that was plugged into a multi-socket. Booting the TV required a strange and interesting ritual of pressing the electric switch multiple times. Since this was a multi-socket it would make the balcony light also go on and off simultaneously. After a few days we realized that while we were trying to start the TV to watch Ek se badhkar ek or Superhit Muqabla, the young boy living opposite our building would start responding to our SO-SO signal by continuously switching on and switching off his balcony light. Probably he thought that we were sending him some kind of a Morse code signal or perhaps he too had a Weston TV at home. 😀
[My little sis is sitting across the seven seas and is laughing hard reading this.] 😀
College – The Booty of the Parabola
My college life revolved around my friend Sandhya and the computer/physics/electronics lab. Sandhya is one creative person and could concentrate on multiple things at the same time. In the middle of highly boring lectures, she would manage to draw interesting mehandi designs on the register sitting right on the first bench. My concentration would shift from Raman Effect, PASCAL, Regulated Power Supply, Boolean Algebra, Differential Equations and Computer Architecture to the more interesting mehandi patterns. The only interesting class was Gopal Das Sir’s Applied Maths Class. He used to take extra hours and kill us with his love for Parabola, Hyperbola and Ellipses. When the entire class slept off, he would come up with, “See the ‘booty’ of the parabola!” And we all would burst into laughter. 😀
Work – “How old are you?”
“How old are you?“, he asked.
While I had been working in the company for last 3 years. it was my first participation in the sales managers meeting being chaired by my boss, the then Head of Sales & Marketing. After all the sales people from various regions had introduced themselves, my boss went on to introduce me as the new Product Specialist. I introduced myself with just my name. “And how old are you?“, he asked hinting me to add something more. “Sir, I’m 23 years old.” was my innocent response. And the room burst into laughter. It took me a while to realize that my boss was asking how many years old was I in the company. 😀
Marriage – Stranger in a Monkey Cap
After an adventurous marriage, here I was in my in-law’s home. December it was and winter was at its peak. After the storm had settled, I got busy helping mom-in-law with the dinner preparation. When it was time to serve dinner, I saw an old man in the house whom I had not seen earlier. He was all decked up in multiple layers of woollens from head to toe with a monkey cap crowning his head. It took me a while to recognize that this was the man I had gotten married to a short while ago. I kept wondering, “Did I marry him only? Have I been cheated? Where is that handsome young man? Or was he actually an old man?“
Hubby is from the hills but still feels excessively cold. He uses hot water to bathe, almost all through the year. I still tease him mentioning this incident. 😀
Kids – When I discovered an amazing story teller
Anu, our first-born, slept continuously from 5 am till 10 p.m. She would be awake all night and it was difficult for us to sleep at all for the first three months. All night long she would either scream loudly or would want me to keep feeding her. Hubby would then roam around the bed with Anu in his arms, telling her stories in which he would include every single historical monument in Delhi, the zoological park, science centre and what not. He even took her to a story tour of Thailand. As she grew up, Mogli and Mickie Mouse found their way into the Mahabharatha, while Winnie the Pooh and Piglet got into Ramayana. Anu and Lil Love would give a list of characters that they wanted in a story and kept a check on whether all of them were included or not. I am amazed at the story-telling capability of hubby. He can customize any story to make it acceptable to his darlings, whereas I can only read out and explain whatever is written. Nothing more, nothing less. And most of the times I fall asleep while reading out the story while the kids try hard to wake me up. 😀
Our memories of the ocean will linger on, long after our footprints in the sand are gone.
Those were few of the memories from the various stages of my life.
I am sure next time I get the same prompt there will be another set of memories whooshing by… I can already feel them. 🙂