Wednesday, August 17, 2011

A jungle book memory

Remember those Sunday evenings with jungle book serial? Mogli, Bagheera, ballu and Sherkhan and the song chinkkani kunnil chinni chilambum chakkara poove..  Most of us grew up watching the beautiful cartoon show- the Jungle book on every Sunday evening and today after so many years it is a déjà vu’ effect when i heard my friends phone ringing the song (‘Jungle Jungle pata chala hai, chaddi pahan ke phool khila hai’ The Hindi version.). This “jungle book” was at 6:30 pm sundays…so after 2 days of holidays, school will be again starting on Monday morning….and “jungle book” was the last enjoyable thing of the weekend. So the end credits of “jungle book” always made me blue coz always after jungle book and a sleep I am waking up to a school day and my maroon cream coloured Uniform..The worst dress I ever worn in my life.. Also the Malaa Dee ad.. The 7 year old kutti who innocently sang the mala Dee garb nirodhan goliya ad song, without knowing what it is all about.. And those days which I started watching my first Hindi serial named Sea Hawks in which Madhavan Played a supporting role… The days which I seriously tried ottakkal thapas (praying in one leg) for blessing from Bhagavan. And at last I dropped it for the fear of his vishwaroopam.. And quite a lot from those golden days… I miss the jungle book, The Raja Rancho serial, Chandrakantha and a lot.
 There is much more magical stuff in life, which takes us back down to the memory lane, like this. If you can throw away all the cares of your day and be one with the moment, you can be a child and experience and enjoy the little things. I wish if i could...

Wednesday, August 3, 2011

The missing beats!

Once upon a time, a little girl would take long walks with her Achan in the li’l naattuvazhi called keezhillam, where people spoke loudly this crazed-out language called valluvanadan Malayalam. And on the way to nowhere in particular, they’d stop at every small junction (say ‘kavala’) and small shops that sold random yet necessary things (muttai, attani, naranga vellam, soap, sambrani, oil and a lot more)And this little girl probably in frocks or petticoat, would sit on top of the counter and eat a red marble like sweet called ‘thaen madhuram’ while her Achan and the storekeeper discussed the rashtreeyam(politics) about CPI (his own team)and white costumed INC guys..
And then, somewhere in between, the little girl grew out of that naatuvazhi and forgot the valluvanadan malayalam, theshop keeper and of course, the taste of thaen madhuram.
Today when I am siting in this AC cabin, I wish I could go back to that li’l girl whom which the gulf returned achan used to take away with him for the naatukootams and kavala meetings. I would love to sit again in that leg sprained bench in the keezhillam party office where they discussed about world politics. I wish atleast I could take a long walk with my achan holding his fingers with a clean n clear mind..