#2745,12th main at Subramanyanagar in Bangalore. Fantastic memories are made of this nostalgic place and the small house we had at that time. It was more like a cottage as one of my uncles used to comment whenever he visited our home. This was where i grew up from birth till 95. The vast kitchen with an extra exit door which lead to the well and the spacious garden. The tulsi katte which amma worshipped each day and with more decoration on festivals like Tulsi habba and Deepavali. The broken compound wall where we spent some of the best times of our life. The tiled roof which housed some mice we used to chase. Outside area where there were many stones left from a long time. The sweetest water from our well which we used to share with the entire neighborhood when there was a water supply shortage from BWSSB. The single hall and single room where my parents accommodated each and every guest with utmost care, many times , sacrificing personal space, time and feelings for the benefit of the entire family.
There are many moments and things associated with this home where i have spent the first 23 years of my life.
Yes, those were the best days i would say. It brings back happy memories like listening songs on the cassette player, watching DD1 and DD2, waiting for mahabharath on sundays, rememember the old solidaire black and white TV with the wooden shutter :) Also the tuppada heerekai plant grown all over the tiled roof over the bathroom, we used to climb up and pick them up. Of course, amma and anna had tough time to make ends meet while at the same time managing such a big family, they were always accomodating and treated one and all with utmost care. We learnt a lot from them during those days which has made us what we are today.
ReplyDeleteYes, those days will never be forgotten.Absolutely correct on all the learnings in life we had from that humble and lovely home
ReplyDeleteThis brings back such lovely memories Prashant ! Who can forget the delicious snacks that Maami would prepare in the evenings...and waiting on the steps for Raaju maama to bring jackfruit in his dabba and of course the "Adventures of Ammanni" :)) who would take take our breath away with his antics !! and pls ! lets not forget all the birds the Praveenu and I were forced to "sight" and note down the names...believe me, we had NO idea what we were jotting down lol...ah what good times...but you know the best was how gracious, wonderful and humane raju maama and maami were to everyone,I will never ever forget the lessons we shud all take away, no matter how difficult it was for them, we never knew, all one knew was they would be there if we ever wanted them...and I feel now, when I look at them, that good guys do laugh last...with you guys for sons and wonderful families that you have built...god bless...glad I read this post..
ReplyDeleteRashmi,am at a loss of words to reply back on your wonderful comment. It was indeed fun-filled life we all had at this place.
ReplyDeletePrashanth...just read this today..and indeed u have brought back soooo many wonderful memories associated with it....me n sumi infact got caught up with the reading habit just coz of u n praveen...the archies n other book collections u had was always like a treasure box for us :-) remember staying at ur place for holidays....and doddappa used to get water from the well and we gleefully played in it....to cool the summer heat! those mudpies we did and our long long chatting sessions on the compound...how i wish we could rewind it all...doddamma doddappa my parents n everyone from that generation were soo giving n content inspite of all that bothered them...they are anyday our role models...wish we could get atleast half their patience and selflessness :-)...tx for the post...feels good to recall the good ol times...
ReplyDeleteHey Nayana ,thats wonderful to hear. Very nice comments. Yeah , missing the old times we all had together at our home in Subramanyanagar.
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