Showing posts with label childhoodmemories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label childhoodmemories. Show all posts

Lockdown-4-Roorkee

Lockdown-4 

Go Green. Hip,hip hurrah! 

The district of Hardwar, Uttrakhand has been given the status of Green amidst the Covid-19 precautions and relaxations. The restricted freedom, bestowed on us beleagured citizens, is being celebrated albeit with caution. On the flip side there are areas in many states which are still under strict restrictions being given the RED ZONE tag. Soon, they too should be revelling, but if the restrictions are followed to the T. 

In the area that I live, in the home my ancestors made 150 years ago, along with my family, had to shut down completely. Although our houses are back to back with hardly any space in between, with everyone knowing everyone, it was difficult initially. However, the gravity of the situation , the handsome cane of the law and  the compulsion of survival, compelled all to fall in line. Initially, like little kids who are told to do this and do that, they revolted (which is a very normal reaction to authority) and took to the streets as if life was normal. The scenes that I witnessed were like something from the "Planet of the Apes", wherein Caesar, though caged longed for freedom even in the restricted area that he and his fellow apes were allowed in.https://www.cinemablend.com/news/2472384/all-the-planet-of-the-apes-movies-ranked 

Just imagine that! The peole failed to see the invisible domed cage enveloping the very lives of each. It was unthinkable that one is free yet freedom would be restricted. And how quickly humans adapted to it. Soon, streets were deserted and we were untouched so far by this endemic whilst all over the country infection was takeing it toll with many dying. Yet, to us, it seemed a far off thing. For, we felt secure and followed the norms in these extraordinary times, although, the news flashes on the idiot box  showed that the grim reaper was at work. 

There was no sirens wailing, no medical attendents looking like cosmonauts around us. This invokes to the mind the movie Contagion (2011). https://www.imdb.com/title/tt1598778/ .

The initial shock had worn off. The hasty and for-the-camera distribution of food packets had by now trickled down to nothing. The fact that such benevolence could not be sustained for long hit all of us, which no doubt, was bound to happen.  It appears that the locals had little problems to scream about. The brunt of the lockdown was felt by the migrant labour. Their condition was really bad. They are the ones who got sucked into the vortex of suffering: lack of work ,food and shlelter. On social media much is talked about, much is shared, But coming to brass tacks, we all did our bit in hwatever way we could, especially this month being Ramadan, in which, alms are given, food is distributed among the have-nots. 

Our district has been given the green status in this lockdown-4. This has had a effective affect on all here. Life is slowly, but surely limping back to narmalcy, Of course this will take some time though. Places of mass gatherings still remain closed. On the whole, work has started, restaurants have been allowed to make home delivery, barbers are back to work. The roads and streets are busy with a little traffic, shops are opening on alternate days. We are happy for us, but sad for those migrants. Let us all pray things will improve for them too!
How about you and your area? 
Stay Safe, Stay Healthy and Stay Blessed.
Till next time, 

The Lost Connexion

Fabric-of-Space-and-Time


During a lifetime, one meets many of his species which inhabit this earth. There are meetings and partings. We study in school and change our friend circle when changing schools becomes the only option. Some fail and juniors become companions. During this shifting and sweepings of life the only thing which remains with us is our memories. These memories remain in our sub-conscious till something or someone triggers them awake. What follows is nothing else but pure nostalgia ! That intoxicating, exhilarating and exciting feeling that churn up your very insides. Space and time are so shortened that everything just seems as if it happened only yesterday. Sometimes, we leave etchings on places to mark the place and time of our presence at that spot.(Heaven help our heritage buildings ! ).
Peace Corps headquarters at 1111 20th Street, ...Image via Wikipedia (Peace Corps Building)
So all this happens when your are sent a phone number of a long lost school mate whom you had no inkling you would meet. Well, you call up that given number wondering what all you're going to say and ask ! Someone answers, you make sure by citing the school name of the friend, aaaannnnnnnnnnnd . . . . . . . you are greeted with a big hello and transported into the past. The naughty tricks played on you and you played on the others... being the butt of practical jokes. . . . you did that. . . . . I did this. . . .Mrs.xxx had said that when she caught us on the bunk.....etc etc and the floodgates of conversation open wide..conversation ... conversation......conversation......
This is exactly what happened with me. I happened to get the phone of one-year senior-to-me Sudhir Rao. His younger Rao was one of my closest friends. First I got the sad news that Ravi Rao had expired and that too 7 years ago in a tragic car accident.Well, that did hold up the conversation,however, it continued with the other incidences that had occurred in those days. He refreshed my memories about certain incidences and I his. We recalled the time when our school had Peace Corps volunteers and they had set up a chemistry lab where the junior school staff room is today. Well, Sudhir, over-encouraged by these Americans who aroused us to do something or the other in the Chemistry lab, well. . . . . Sudhir decided to clean his hands with Hydrochloric acid. He poured the whole bottle on his right/left hand. Wow ! How we all ( the whole school-- we were only about seventeen of us) rushed to the hospital, parents called and the wounded scientist came back to the pavilion, hurt but in high spirits.
Well, the same thing is repeated time and time again,. The over-enthusiastic mates of our school decided to leave a permanent record of their school names on the table top of their desks. Have a look ! ! !  The artists are no more studting at the school, nevertheless they would recognize this work of a genius amongst them. Take a trip down memory lane once in a  while ! Its really refreshing !!!! Till next time, happy studying...
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