One small real life story
One small real life story
This happened during my college days. We were staying at Thakurli. This place had all green tress and it was a very good village. Our people were all very good. All used to work from dawn till dusk and earn bread and butter. It happenened one day I was returning from college and walking the lonely road. Nothing happened. There were few guy living in my colony who tried to scare me. What they did you want to know. There was a small hole in my home window. They tried to scare me by poking their fingers into my hoewindow. There were really naughty guys I say.
My school friends used to call my Thakulri Railway quarters as Bhoot Bungalow. There was no Bhoot . All were peaceloving people. These naughty felows just wanted to scare people by telling and spinning false stories about my Thakuli. The long serpentine roads were nice to walk. Morning people used to walk. Many school students used to making walking a daily ritual. The place was like real jungle. All green trees. Nice Pipal tress offer shade to the long passerby and tired salespeople. They used to take rest under the tress. We used to have nearby park. All kids used to play on the slide in the park. It was really Jungle mein Mangal. 23 years we stayed there. And thankfully my father was staying and working there. So I was also happy that I need not leave that place.
So I love my Thakuli very much. My Thakulr school was so good. All we students daily used to go hearilty to school and learn there . And our teachers were so loving. Only once got punishmen. t I had to kneel down in the Sun for not being in uniform. Other than that I was an obedient child. There were some notorious boys in my school. They used to hurl duster at me when I tried to control them as classmonitor. We girls used to have our lunches. Their moms used to pack them great snacks like Chivada and many other tasty snacks. Our girls batch was good. We were good students. All our batch was discipined. Whatever our mam said we followed obediently. There was nothing really haunting at my place. All daring women used to venture out for work. And good homemakers used to prepare great lunches for their family.
My neighbours used to offer me very tasty food. Till date I remember their foods. They had magic in their hands. The Marathi Roti,Bhakri are really an affair to remmeber. Appus moms was an expert in making cahapathis/All nicely oiled the chapathis used to come with aroma. Nice aromatic cuisines used to be unveiled in that small one room home. The rooms were so mall. Still people used to live there in harmony. Literally no brawls,no catfights. Such was my Thakurli. Women used to come for walks in my roads as the roads were long,there was no traffic so it was like jogging area in the lap of nature. This rea is now taken over by the private parties.
They have demolished the quarters and now making cultivation there. It is such a nice place. I had a rough childhood but I used to be very close to Appu and Rahul. They are now in very high positions in life. They have kids now. So meeting them again in real life is a distant dream. But yes we do catch up on Facebook. If you remember Malgdi Days serial on TV you will definitely remember Swami. He got award for catching hold of a thief. Malgudi Days was a great serial. It will always be etched in my mind for a long time. Great acting by Girish Karnad this serial was rich in itself. So this is all I want to say about the word Haunting.