Village to Villas……. 03/05/2012
It is a beautiful village from where I had learnt the life skills
and the simplicity of life. Hope all my readers will support me to develop my
writing.I spent my memorable childhood in the same village
where along with my brothers ,sister and pals enjoyed a lot and the sweet memories made
me to share a few things for the readers.
Village life: People may think after all what is there to
share.just to munch the most happiest moments its self something
interesting.
My first photo:
Mom you are not looking nice in this photo.Shall I delete? asked
my daughter.I just turned and nodded my head affirmatively.Immediately my
memories stepped back to thirty years.I recalled my first photo
experience..
I was only8 years.It was a early rainy season
of September 1975 .My sister got married.The age difference bet ween
my sister and me is quite high of ten years.So she acted as a foster mother for
me.We never had any sibling rivals.Let me come to the matter.As soon as She got
married she had to move to her in law's house.Since we are from a
very poor background ,it was an unimaginable thing for us to take
photos and video during the marriage.So my dad the village school
master had taken the young couple to a studio.They
never neglected me to take along with them.I am the youngest in the
family and the affection with my sister made my father to include me in
the plan.I was carried away by the invitation and happily accompanied
with them.We walked three kilometer to get the bus.It was our routine .when
ever we want to go to the town we have to walk three kilometers.With all
my interest the one and only new dress which was bought recently for the
wedding I wore and happily went along with them.When ever we go out we keep
flowers on our plait.So my sister suggested me to get flowers at the
town.
I was tired because of the whole day work at school.and also it
was the late evening.Any how the enormous interest of getting a
new photo wiped out all my tiredness.At last we got down from the bus and
went to the studio.my dad was in a happy mood to introduce the new couple
to every one whom he had known very well.He never forgot to introduce me
to his friends.I was only a tit bit. Studio, watching the bus, snacks
smell every thing was mind boggling to me.As soon as
we inquired the assistant boy replied that the photographer had gone
to take photo at a wedding.He said he would come only after an hour.We stated
to wait. Because there was no other thing to do.Time went on .....It
just melted like a costly ice cream.I was so small and the hunger made me
to sleep.I controlled my self.
At last the magic man the photographer came .My sister made
me to woke up and just applied little face power on my face.We stood
in a line.I stood next to my sister.He asked me to smile.But I was in the mood
to sleep.My sister with her great effort she managed herself and made me to see
the camera.
After four days my dad brought the photo.It was in brown
cover.With a lot of interest and expectation opened and looked.I joy
went to the peek.It was my first photo.I took it to my school and with a lot of
pride shown to every body.My brothers advised me not to spoil the photo.My dad made a frame and hung it on the wall.
In that way my first photo experience staged in my life
drama.Years rolled down thirty five years had gone.Technology
had developed and we could take
"n" number of photos and videos.Suddenly my son called
and told me ,Mom we could take 2000 photos at a stretch in the
new camera which was bought recently by our dad.I just recalled my first photo
experience and started my vehicle and raised the accelerator.........
We have lots and lots of happy moments.But never try
to munch and feel the happiness.We are running behind something
........If our one search ends we step in to another and try to erase the sweet memories.....
Village girl will speak......
