Feelings :'(

16 07 2011

I’m gonna pen what all i’m gonna miss from the quarters i grew up in.. the quarters that has been an integral part of practically all my life’s important phases (entire school life.. college life.. 1 yr office.. and marriage)

there weren’t many friends from inside the quarters for me.. even the ones i had, eventually moved outside the quarters as time moved on (i’m still in contact with them thou)… but it cannot replace the time when we all got back from different schools and went walking (read jumping playing running giggling) to hindi class talking stuff that happened in school..

the maths tuition that was just outside the quarters..

the watch man uncle who used to smile at me when ever i took my mommy’s vandi outside.. (not to mention his smile was just to watch if i’m going properly and if not complain to my kovil going mom at unearthly hours like 4AM.. “amma papa kitta vandi kudukkadhinga.. rash-a otturanga” naa kekkuren 40kmph lam oru fast a?)

the auto men.. whom i just have to mention the sabha’s name in mylapore.. and they’ll take me there even if i sleep for the entire journey.. and if i dont have the cash that they ask for, (andha kaasu irundha LIC building-a velaikki vangalam.. anyhow..) they’l collect it from my house…

running to my friend’s house which was blocks apart in the pretext of lending and borrowing class notes.. just to shout her name and laugh from the road…

going around everywhere with my mom in her bike 🙂

the walking sessions with my dad eating veppam-kozhundhu (tender neem leaves)

stealing marudhani leaves with amma from around the quarters…

the community hall.. (where thoppa vilundha “youngsters” play tennis everyday)

the maram.. chedi.. kodi…

the yellow and white carpet of flowers during spring…

the arajagam that we do in the middle of the road..

i digress to exemplify the arajagam..

my house was in a building in the corner left of the main lane.. we park our dad’s bike across the main lane (blocking ppl who go) and play badminton specifically at peak hours and unearthly hours.. and shout at people who cross us..

play holi in the middle of the road.. talk all that we want at the top of our voices, crack jokes and laugh so loudly that some people peep out to see if the sky is crashing (ok thats an exaggeration about the sky crashing part)

drive rashly inside the quarters.. and make the vehicle jump five feet after the speed breaker ended… etc..

aah.. i’m gonna miss these simple pleasures…

i’m back..

saying hi to any x y z aunty who says… evlooo chinna ponna irundha inga varappo… (ippovum apdiye irukka mudiyuma?)

alternate day 1 hour morning hassle to fill water in every spoon possible inside the house.. taking bath exactly when it is closing time of that precious 1 hour.. making a mess inside the house with the hose pipe.. (and getting blasted for that)

the hospital.. and the nurse i am still scared of.. the sessions with the homeo doctor who got retired.. exam nu poi sollitu evlo naal i would have cut the queue only to tell her the medicine worked.. i’m fine now 🙂

the iron maan (isthri kaaran) who used to beautifully press my dance costumes to shape.. i once went and called him watch man uncle and he was upset with me for about a week 🙂

the walls that leak profusely.. the most beautiful balcony..

innum naraya things i’ll miss… but ‘ll stop here 🙂

i’ll still take the road inside the quarters to go anywhere past it.. promise 🙂


i missed the saying Hi to chandramoulishwarar from inside the quarters part… he’s the Shivan in the chandramoulishwarar kovil near the quarters.. 🙂

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