Nostalgia..

I was driving back home from JP Nagar last weekend when a surprising memory of my childhood came in a flash.

Some folks were probably relocating to a new house I suppose; a van in front of me was taking all their house furniture and other stuff. The sofa set was upturned and I could even see a writing table, few chairs, bureaus and many pieces of furniture. On top of that upturned sofa, they had placed a few rolled mattresses and two small boy aged around 8-10 yrs were excitedly sitting on it. The ear to ear grin oozed excitement but they smiled in embarrassment when someone looked at them. They seemed so proud that they were going in van, along with furniture; as if it’s something never done before.

I suddenly went back to the early 90s when I, along with a few cousins of mine, was in Mysore for the summer holidays and an elder cousin’s wedding. I remembered how 5-6 of us helped loading a van with vegetables and grocery stuff required for the wedding, and how all of us got in and hitchhiked a ride to the choultry that was barely 10 min away. I faintly remember an elder cousin brother shouting “Collection aitha, Govinda??” and all of us, the younger kids, screaming in unison, “Gooooovinda”.. And something like “Madve mane bantha, Govinda??” “Gooooovindaaa”.. Lol!!

The glee on those boys’ faces brought back this long forgotten memory and I laughed. My mom, who was beside me asked what happened and when I recounted the sweet childhood memory, she laughed too reminding me of few other things that happened during that wedding.

Apparently, I’d gotten close to another little girl of my age at the wedding and we were inseperable. When the muhurtham was over and the families were busy teasing the bride and the groom at the “bhoomada oota”, this friend of mine and I were busy blushing in embarrassment when the groom fed his bride. We even sniggered and covered our mouths when the bride fed her groom.

(This was sadly covered on video and to my utmost disbelief, shown around at a recent family get-together!!)

Another incident was sometime that very evening. My cousin, the bride was getting ready for the reception and the discarded garlands she and her groom wore earlier that morning were lying on a chair. This little friend of mine and me, it seems, took turns to sport those huge heavy garlands and go all round the choultry, puffing with pride when spotted by any adult!!

Aaah, the lovely childhood days.. :)