Starting with school, life has suddenly opened up so much that here on
it is going to be a tough task for me to pack time into a capsule. Some of the
photo albums of 70s were eaten by termites at home later and the only graphic capture for a few years may be what I pen.
My cousin Sridhar joined the
family to study 9&10 at Coimbatore and I got 2 big brothers at home.
Sridhar and my brother Ram both started going to another school oddly named
Suburban High School. They both were getting into the more serious phase of
schooling while I was initiated into school. Dusting thinks at home, cleaning
& dusting Dad’s Lambretta scooter, dusting and polishing shoes, picking flowers
for Puja were all basic chores cutout for the boys, which we had to take turns
at, early in the morning before getting ready for school.
Post school play time was fun but
space was limited. There used to be a small area in the front of the house where
one could play with glass marbles (a great game for motor skills and
concentration), the poor man’s cricket – Gilli (Gulli Danda) and seasonal kite
flying. We had a Richie Rich neighbor Babloo. Babloo was a very sweet boy who lived
in the house of AP Nagarajan – a film personality (APN used to be formed in the
grills of this house with ground glass windows - a rich statement). Don’t know
if he was part of the APN family but the bungalow was spacious, had a car, an
Alsatian dog and was our Chepauk for cricket. The right to play first or longer
depended on age and the younger ones like me were thrilled to be in the playing
team even if we were just fielding with the odd chance to hold the bat, almost our height. While fielding Eknath Solkar was the idol ( I think he took lot of close catches for India in that period) and
standing close to the batsman assuming wherever one stood to be a silly point
was the in thing. Got hit one day just above the eye, no clue by the bat or
ball, but there was pride in sporting those wounds and scars – part of getting
battle hardened. We used to play with cork ball which was hard and still
remember how everyone used to try getting it to shine, when it was new with a
red coating, thinking it will swing. Three things were dreaded – the ball
hitting any of the glass windows which meant end of play for - at times weeks,
the ball going over the compound wall and falling into the open drain (there
was a democratic arrangement of taking turns to pick it out of the drain and
cleaning it with water) and the ball going near the dog- who would bite and
hold it and only Babloo could get it out but the ball would get pitted.
Once a month a weekend outing
was to movies or to V O Chidambaram park which had a small zoo. We would keenly
check if it was the same set of animals in zoo. The guinea pig and rabbit
enclosures always had something new in size, colour and shape as they profusely
multiplied. The high point used to be a baby elephant ride and the younger kids
were made to sit close to the head/ears and kutti elephant's prickly hair was the most tingling
part of the ride. Carrom and cards were the family games at home. Both would be
played in teams of two and passionately fought with the opposition trying to
distract, tease, cheat and bully. The follow on to the red had to be kept for
the climax and boy did it test the nerves.
Sometime during my 1st
or 2nd standard we had the first outing from school to a movie
called Thavapudalvan which had Sivaji. I guess the school found this convenient.
No school buses then and we walked with our snack bag for a km or 2 to GP
theatre and back. Sivaji was a great hero then and the songs from this movie
were a hit and it had a lingering effect on what I did with them in the coming
years.
Cinema was the main source of entertainment and I guess my family liked
Sivaji more and we saw more of those movies. Dad had two strict rules – Things had
to be in its place (else one can get severely scolded or at times caned) and no
movies if one did not get top marks. I think it worked well for both parents
and us kids. So Sivaji was The Star and one was a sworn fan. And my good friend
Srinivas was all for MGR. So we used to have frequent discussions on what these
heroes did on screen. Srinivas lived next door to the school and one day, which
was a holiday we were sitting and talking in the school ground and the debate
steered into who is a better fighter Sivaji or MGR. Though we never saw Sivaji
& MGR together on screen we decided to fight it out. The reel life poured
into real life and suddenly this Tom Sawyer – Huck Finn pair was hitting, punching,
rolling with all sound effects and pulling at each other. The commotion alerted
Mr.Pandian (the school owner whose house was also at the school), he called
out and we jumped the gate and scooted. But he did know it was the two of us
and called us the next day at school and made us realize while the fighting can be good
for fun but it is silly if it gets serious. I don’t think we resolved who is
better MGR or Sivaji but Srinivas and I continued to be good friends. I don’t remember
getting into a brawl after that!
2 comments:
Sundar....I think your friend Srinivas, has with that brawl taken away that side of you........I cannot, even at the slightest imagine, YOU getting into a brawl with someone........Does Ram have a story, at this point to share.....!!!!!
yaa right vidhu unbelievable
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