Tuesday, March 17, 2009

Walk through the garden...

A weekend when parents are out of town leads to me diving head on into over indulgence, which in turn leads to me getting a fever on the morning of monday. On arrival of parents, I try to receive the "I told you so!" narrations as gracefully as I can and start working from home. It turns out to be a calm day at office and I manage to finish up by 5 in the evening. Feeling much better than in the morning, I set out for a walk. I could call this walk a peek into the past, almost like a time travel. 


The walk through the very street where we used to play cricket with a foldable metal chair acting as the stumps, with those quite unique rules of the game - beaten and the batsman is out and a genuine out (bowled, caught, stumped, etc) and the whole team is out, play as long as you can - I can probably still pin point the exact place where the chair used to stand, the 12th main stone sign(which is no longer there) where we used to sit and gaze at the crowd at the bus stop (read girls!)... 

Walking on, there's the SLV - eating chats and sipping coffee, while discussing matters of utmost importance - local cricket tournament strategies, fighting on who goes ahead in the batting line-up. There's a fancier eatery that has come up just beside the SLV now - I go there as my more liked chai is not available at the SLV. Further on there's Hobo fancy and stationery store - our source of Pacer tennis balls,  Joice bagery (Choice bakery) where we negotiated and bought 1kg chogolate gage (chocolate cake). Then comes the Lakshmikantha temple - our favorite somaari kaTTe, the evening 8:30 meeting place - sit there chatting away absolute nonsense, observe people and have fun at their expense, in some more serious times, discuss about teenage issues - tips on how to progress on teen crushes, dealing with heart breaks, dreaming about life ahead, what we're going to be as grown-ups - Will we still meet often? Will we still have these 8:30pm meetings at our kaTTe

Finally I come to the 12B bus stop field - those innumerable cricket matches, tournaments, wins and losses, place where I got the nickname of golfer Srini. Now half that field is gobbled up by a school and the other half is (luckily) still intact as a field though its shared with a government school. 

The time travel abruptly ended as I walked beyond the field. Not much of similar good memories beyond this point in the near vicinity of my home. I return home after what seemed like years - but in reality was the best 15 minutes of yesterday! 

And if you're taking a walk through the garden of life
What do you think you'd expect you would see? 

4 comments:

  1. God bless you Srinivasa S!
    A true jem...
    Katte... :sniff

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  2. baDDi maga baree suL bareetaane.....
    avat Enaaitu andre:
    ivnige sikkaapaTTe tale nOvu...beLagge eddidaane, tale nov shuru aagide....erD kemp baNnad maatre matte ondu neeli colour capsule togonD matte nidde maaDidaane....

    office inda phone bandide....eddidaane, office ge login aagi mail check maaDo ashT hottige matte nidde hatbiTTide....
    maatre hangover alva? eddaaga 3:30 aagide....gaDiyaara nODidaane...sareeg kaaNsilla....5 ghanTe aagirbahudu anta hELi PC off maaDi ed aachche hogidaane.....

    mane aachche kaaliTTidaane, tale ella tirgtaa ide...ella erD erD kaaNstaa ide....
    road moolEg hOgidaane. 'Ma Dorina' Gnaapka bandbiTTide...
    nostalgic feeling nal naDkonD hOgtaa idaane....

    yaaro cycle nvan band guddidaane...
    soiiii anta tirgkonD biddidaane...paT anta gnaana tappide
    ivnig ashTe gottirodu....

    aamEl 8:30 ge echra aadaaga yaaro ivn na sOmaari kaTTe mEl malgsidrante...
    allinda ed manEg hOgi ee thara blog bardidaane

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  3. ha ha...i somehow like VV's version. :P

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  4. That was SP, not VV

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