Past-A

The time is 4:42 AM. Something's amiss, sleep after coming to this country was never a patterned bliss. But this night is/was something different, suddenly there was a sound when I was just about to hit the sack. This was so familiar yet strange in this part of the world

As the bachelor blues of my life continue, I thought of all the things that were so embedded in my life till 3 years ago in hue, the things that were a part of the daily encores, are now confoundly found discourses

- I miss the shuddering sound of the refrigerators (although the new ones dont, we had an old allwyn refrigerator)

- The sound of the chowkidar's lathi at 2 AM .

- The sound of the creaky fan singing a lullaby

- The wait for the bucket to fill during the last hours of alternate day water supply

- The power cut times in the night, the chit chat with neighbors

- The smodering of mosquitoes, I was a proud killer of them, had a reason of social commitement to the killing.

- The solving of Hindu crosswords in bus no 187 while to the college.

- Brandishing the bat and practising a pull shot in the limited widths of my home.

- The exhilirating cricket I played so passionately.

- The ring of our home telephone.

- The first day of a Chiru movie in Sandhya Theatre.

- Footboarding all the way till MJ college.

- Strangely but truly the title song of "Ruthuragalu"

- The sound of news in DD, the chitralahari mascot and of course my pet hate - Shanti swaroop.

- My dad symbolically switching the portico lamp off to call me for dinner when chatting with a few stubborn friends who wouldnt leave.


Endless enlists, only the past lists........