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17th May 2013 Page: 8 Growing Up

I was born in Hosur, a small town known for its expanding manufacturing industries, its pleasant climate and its close proximity to Bangalore. The year was 1989. I spent probably the least memorable days in the house I was born in but the majority of my childhood was in an independent house with a garden among 20 odd other houses situated in Shanthi Nikethan Colony. The very first memory of me in that house was of me climbing the veranda’s metal door that was freshly painted. It was white and blue in colour with a robust lock that had the key which can also open the wooden main door of the house. There were two gates for my home. One of them was meant for a car to enter the shed type garage which overlooked the hibiscus plantations. The other one was three foot wide and was meant for people to walk into. The wall that held the smaller gate also had a hole in it meant for the latch but during summer time housed the eggs of lizards, protecting them from the heat outside.

The house had undergone two renovations before it became what it looks like today. My mum made sure there were plants all around the garden in the front, back and sides of the house. This was the reasons for many stories in about the house that involved snakes. There was a guava tree and a mango tree next to each other in the backyard which have their roots dug into the earth beneath them. There were many other flowering plants along with a Sapota and a Custard Apple Plant. The whole garden smelt of earth after rain on any given day. It was pristine. The smell and sights of any metropolitan however flashy it might look, was never close to the ones in that house.

As soon as you enter the veranda, you will find a concrete rack of slabs meant for placing your foot wear. This is followed by the wooden door that opened up to the a 10 foot high living room that had another maze of concrete slabs that can house a television, a music system and many other decorative articles that my mum had a fascination for. Terracotta dolls and pictures were the top of her list when she went out. There was an elevated dining room that had a staircase to the terrace on the left and way to the bedrooms on the right. Through the same area you can enter the Pooja room that was converted from a kitchen and a kitchen that was converted from a Pooja room. I still remember the face of the contractor who took up the renovation for the house and also the day he got his foot burnt when it touched the hot searing exhaust of my brothers TVS Victor bike.

I would have never become the man I’m today if I continued staying there. It’s really sad in the end to note the fact that a happy childhood is actually the worst preparation for life and what it has to offer against our dreams. But then again maybe our adult lives are the contradiction of our childhood.

When you finally go back to your old home after a significant period of time without seeing where you grew up in, you’ll realize it isn’t the house that you miss the most, but your childhood that you wish you got back again.

20th of May
20th May 2013 Page: 10

An Easy Life

I woke up to the tunes of Valentine by Kina Grannis today. It is a pleasant ambience outside my window and the previous night’s heavy showers had reduced to little dew drops on the leaves of the planets in my balcony. I looked at the clock on my desk with its hands pointing towards digits which said I began my day at 7.40 AM. It air smelt air and felt a bit colder than it usually is. It was an odd feeling but none the less a pleasing one.

I would usually walk to the faucet to brush as soon as I get out of bed before I switch on the geyser. However today I just sat upright on my bed and stared at the open sky through my window. Hmmm it might rain because I can see the clouds already swelling up even though the first rays of the rising sun are passing through them to heat the earth underneath them with warm shaft of light.

An unsettling truth started creeping up my mind as I started to realize that it’s Monday and sooner or later I’ll find myself in the less than enthusiastic workspace. There is nothing wrong bout where I work. When I was given a choice about where I can sit, I chose the desk that is close to the window that faces the sun in the evenings. It gives a bearing for time. Less I’ll be clueless whether it’s evening or late at night when I get engrossed in my work. I don't want to forget the world outside even if I am cosy and nestled in my desk writing this page.

Before I could get into the shower I smelt the air filled with the aroma of caramel that touches the hot surface of the pan whenever my mum places a moist slice of beard that is soaked in milk, sugar and egg yolk. Yum, I am having French toast for breakfast and it’ll be the high point of my morning. It's true. Breakfast is the most meal of the day. If it doesn't make you happy, nothing will for the rest of the day. And when it’s your mum who is making them…. You’re living the life of a happy kid. Added to this was the daily Good Morning phone call my girl friend makes before she gets ready for work. It puts a smile on my face by the way she extends the morning part. And when she blows kisses before she cuts the call, it widens my smile so much that it looks like a coat hangar in stuck in my mouth.

As an every day routine I turn on the shower with Sly and the Family stone’s “Everyday People” playing on my IPod in the shower. It drives a 4 inch speaker in my bathroom that is sufficient enough to fill the whole place with music. The acoustics of the space inside is so good that it amplifies the richness in every song I play. My voice sounds better when I sing along with Sylvester Stewart a song about pleas for peace and equality between different races and social groups.

By the time I get out of the shower the clock will show 8.30AM. I got two hours more to dress and have French toast with butter on them before I get in to the cab that takes me to work. I don’t have to ride or catch a bus. I just got to live an easy life with a smile every morning.

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