Come, walk with me…
With Dr Verghese Kurien passing away, you suddenly realise, the world you knew, is slipping away. The white revolution, Amul and Dr Kurien were part of my understanding of the world. They were……There. Not anymore. He’ll be in books now. Taught to children as, there ‘Was’ a Dr Kurien once. I don’t like this. I don’t like change….
Read this when I stumbled upon his words on a page.
A younger brother’s.
My heart broke a little. At the turmoil in his heart. When the world you have known since childhood breaks up bit by bit, it’s tough.
I want you to re- visit some memories with me. And know about a few new ones S. The ones you were too young to remember. You who pretends to be all stoic and what not……… when inside you are still the little gap toothed baby I and A love.
Do you remember how we would watch Duck tales and Jungle book? Do you remember Balloo, Uncle Scrooge and Mowgli?
More than that, do you remember how we would all sing along with the title track?
Zindagi toofani hai jahaan hai duckberg……
Jungle jungle baat chali hai pataa chala hai…arre chaddi pehen ke phool khile hai ….:)
Aaya aaya jhenu wale jhunnu ka baba ….potli baba ki?
Do you remember how you would watch the ek chidiya anek chidiya animation? Wide eyed . I and A remember your exact expression.:)
Do you remember Uncle Pai? And all the letters you would read in Amar Chitra Katha?
Do you remember Mahabharat and Ramayan and how we would watch it all huddled around the tv? But how can you…you were a tiny toddler fiddling with the knobs on the set…:) But we remember you so clearly. Mom, dad, A and I. A little imp dressed in a monkey cap and woollens. We were in Jodhpur then weren’t we?
Every few minutes we had to pick you up and bring you out of the tv’s range. You loved fiddling with those darn knobs. And you would give the most gap toothed grin I have ever seen.:D
Do you remember all the books we would get from the library? Enid Blytons or Archies Or Amar Chitra Kathas.
More importantly do you remember how we would furiously pedal our way to the library? How A and I would take turns to ‘lug’ you around on the bike’s carrier?:D
When we would give up in the middle of nowhere in blistering summer heat and the way you would look at us with a woebegone face?
Do you remember how much you loved that besan namkeen? But you don’t remember how you would ask for it do you? Ask mom.:)
Do you remember how all of us would spell out the words for eatables or anything at all so that you wouldn’t get to know?
We would spell t-o-f-f-e-e and ask mom. A little later you figured out that there was something fishy. So you started saying all sorts of gibber gabber that came into your mind.
So if you wanted toffee you would say a-q-r-t-n-d…in a lilting voice….anything that came into your lil head.:)
Do you remember when we would go to Mother Dairy and how you would always take the tokens because you were fascinated with how the milk would come out of that little spout ?
Do you remember how much you would cry when A and I would go to school and you had to sit on the boundary wall and watch us go? You would cry so much. With your tear streaked cheeks and two little ponytails.:)
Every day mom had to pack your lunchbox and keep some notebooks just so you would feel you were going to school. The first locked home she came across and she would say,”See?Your school is closed.”
You were much too young to go to school and much too enthusiastic to stay at home.:)
Do you remember how you would always want to sit in on any talks when A’s friends and my friends would come home?And how we would shoo you off?
And how we would scare you with tales of ghosts and witches and things that went bump in the night?:D
How we would convince you about the most absurd things imaginable?..:)
Why are we re-visiting these memories?
Because I want you to know.
I want you to know that your siblings will always be with you. Secret sharers. The same hurts.The same joys.
The hurts we gave each other.And how quickly we would forgive.
We could make you snort with laughter so hard that you would be choking on your food. And getting whacks from us at the same time.
How we would threaten each other about going to mom and dad with some secret about each other. But we never did, did we?:)
That was the unwritten pact of siblings. And we never broke it.
We all say a farewell to childhood at some point in our lives.
But not us. We three have our childhood alive inside us. In our memories. In our shared triumphs. In our secret tears. And secret fears. In our mischievous ploys. In the way only we ‘get’ each other’s jokes. In the way our humour is so much our own. In the way we stand up for each other still. In the way we would tear apart anyone who would even think of harming anyone of us. In the way we simply are.
Only the three of us remember where we have been. And all that it took. And we will be there on future journeys too. Noone else in our lives can ever earn that privilege. And that you see is why these memories are so priceless little one. It’s a precious kind of bond and a rare kind of love.
Our siblings push buttons that cast us in roles we felt sure we had let go of long ago – the baby, the peacekeeper, the caretaker, the avoider…. It doesn’t seem to matter how much time has elapsed or how far we’ve traveled. – Jane Mersky Leder
To the outside world, we all grow old. But not to brothers and sisters. We know each other as we always were. We know each other’s hearts. We share private family jokes. We remember family feuds and secrets, family griefs and joys. We live outside the touch of time. – Clara Ortega