It is surprising how the most pedestrian things evoke memories of the past these days. I can’t make out why , but it does. I was rocking my chair at home yesterday and remembered that it was a disease that was programmed into my DNA since school days.
We had these little chairs and hexagonal shaped tables (formed by joining two trapezium shaped ones) in school. This was supposed to form a group in the class. I understand that this is unconventional when compared to the benches in normal schools. Yes. Our school was unconventional in more than one ways. Rocking the chair was the most involuntary thing that we used to do. But, sometimes some of us fell. And the onlookers couldn't help but burst into a huge laughter. The teachers warned and scolded us not to rock those chairs, but we still did, not matter how many times we fell. We were incorrigible as far as this habit was concerned.
I had Chikku milkshake the other day in office canteen and I was directly transported to my old house in Tumkur. Our neighbors had a huge garden which included two big Chikku trees. Every summer I used to climb those trees and pluck Chikkus before they ripened. I used to put them in gunny bags filled with Ragi to ripen them. Of course, the neighbors didn't care. It was also a de facto cricket ground. Today those two Chikku trees are no more. The whole garden is gone. In its place they have built a commercial complex.
The third memory I wanted to write about was the 10.20 breaks in school. Even the coffee break at work is exactly at 10.20. Usually it was hard to concentrate in the last ten minutes of the class before break or lunch, especially if there was a tasty dish in the box. We used to look at the watch again and again and curse the minute hand for refusing to move faster. Sometimes it is the same case in office. I usually wait for that minute hand to hit 20 on certain days if not all.
I don’t think that I’d be the only one who keeps going back to those good old days. I sincerely hope so.