Friday, 28 March 2025

"Khidkiyaan"

Dedicated to those who grew up in the vastly tech free world of 70s & 80s, and more importantly, dedicated to those from the earlier generation, for whom  community living mattered more than privacy.

"Khidkiyaan" - windows existed then as they do now. Only their size and structures have changed. But more importantly their permeability has undergone a sea change.
Back in the tech free era, the windows used to be dimutive in size but would open out to a whole world of freedom fresh air and social bonding. They would have hardly two panes opening outwardly but would bond a family with its entire neighbourhood. What cooks within was for all those outside to sniff upon. Be it a rustic Aaloo Paalak made on a cold winter night or a frugal daal chaawal during hot summers or a fragrant biryani during Ramzan. People within were never bothered about their voices being heard outside and a curious neighbor would never hesitate to ask - "Kal jhagda ho raha tha Kya?" Or "Aaj kuch special pak raha hain kya?"  In both cases curiosity of the neighbor was not considered as an intrusion into a private space and the neighbor would end up mediating between two warring couples or relishing on some delectable fare dished out from the kitchen. Privacy was an alien concept and sense of community living reigned supreme.
Now the two paned windows that used to be built at a height of about 3 feet from the floor only to end up another 3 feet from the roof, has given way to wall to wall and floor to ceiling panaromic windows through which, in many cases one could see not only the entire neighbourhood but also a big part of city itself. But strangely they have become less pervious, allowing almost nothing to pass through. These open to sky windows open up to acres and acres of privacy, but end up being inhabited by people who keep searching for social bonding on a tiny 6" screen. Mighty price to pay for privacy.

Moorings


Bhai kitne baar jaayega tu Nagpur😊?

Given a choice, i would love to travel to Nagpur every month atleast for a day of two. Atleast till I can manage to do that on my own. And during each such visit i would definitely go atleast once to the place where I grew up from an infant to a young adult. The place where I spent 23 years of my formative life. The place where I spent maximum number of years with my first blood - my raison d etre - my parents and my sibling. The place which gave me the most lasting of friendships which were destined to be and i had no choice in choosing them. The place where I was never judged for what I was born as or for what I had done with my life till then. A place where the only tags attached to me were pet names given by my family and friends.
Every other subsequent place where I spent rest of my life as an adult, have been a place of my choice but still none can measure up to the charm and appeal of the quaint little place where time stands still for me. A place where I can smell and feel my childhood and adolescence.
That's the only place on earth where I can visualise my parents as being fully capable and incharge of their surroundings, and not being dependent on any third person for their own needs, as it had been towards the fag ends of their lives. A place where I saw my father as a hero who as the sole bread earner could handle any situation in his inimitable cool as a cucumber style  and my mother as a home maker who perfected the art of running the household economy in minimum resources and yet not making us aware of the limitations she faced in walking the tight rope. Two very capable persons who ensured that I got the best of what any average child in the neighborhood could get. And the place also gave me the pride of being the younger sibling to a super achiever sister whose accolades (curriculum as well as co-curriculum) were always a source of joy for the entire family. 
These moorings bring me back to the place again and again. And during each such visit I can sense the good old days still hovering around the place as if untouched by time.
To put in a somewhat poetic style - "Meri rooh yaha basti hain"😊