Jhansi

In the year 2013 if I were to tell somebody that I lived there for 6 years, I can almost see the shock on the face! Wonder what the reaction would be if I were to say that I lived there from 1973-79!!! That's eons back - the last century!

However, even now I remember Jhansi with a lot of fondness. I've had some wonderful experiences while there and many many memories which I cherish to date. I'm glad I lived in Jhansi - in the little town that it was.

I've decided to list my memories down - in no particular order as such.

Memory 1
Summers were unbearably hot in Jhansi. The walls of the house spewed heat through the night. The fan assisted the walls in ensuring that the hot air reached every nook and corner. There was no way one could sleep indoors. We did have coolers, but for that you needed electricity through the night!! We had our own exciting way of ensuring we slept sound. Walking past the houses in the colony late in the evening, you would drown in the most intoxicating smell - the smell you smell when water has been sprayed over a hot tarred road and over the hot, parched mud. For me, it is one of the most beautiful smells to date. The road, the lawns and the ground would all be sprayed, watered, long enough for the surface heat to have been won over by the cool water. That done, the cots would be put out, mattresses spread, bedsheets spread, mosquito nets fastened. Post dinner, the families retired for a good nights rest out in the open, with the starry night sky as the roof over your head!!!
Would I have had this 'sleeping under the night sky' experience had I been in a city? I doubt. Would I have felt safe doing so, I doubt.

Memory 2
Summers also meant 'jugnus' or fireflies. Come sunset and you could see thousands of them, with their little lights flickering as if beckoning us to 'catch me if you can'! And, that's exactly what we did! We would run after them, get them between our two palms, put them into a big glass bottle, with a cloth to cover the mouth and watch in wonder how the 'jugnus'  shone. In some time they would stop giving out their light and that was the cue for us to let them free.
Would I have even seen 'jugnus'  if I was in a city? I doubt. Would I have even known of something called 'jugnu' ? I doubt.

Memory 3
There was a huge 'ber' tree in the compound of my house. I had a 'jhoola' which hung from one of its branches. How did we get the 'ber' ? We used the jute ropes of the swing to rope-climb, got onto the tree, plucked whatever the little hands could get, threw them down to our friends who would be holding a sheet to collect them. If the collect wasn't much, we would just lie horizontal on the thick 'swing branch', hold on with one hand and use the other hand to give the nearby branches a good shake, and what do we get - 'ber ka baarish' !!!Not to forget, the friends who held on to the swing to ensure it did not sway while we climbed and slid down the ropes!!! I don't remember how we ate the 'ber', the process of getting them probably appealed to me more!!!
Would I have ever learnt to rope climb had I been in a city? I doubt. Would I have had the luxury of having friends come over to pluck and collect 'bers', I doubt.

Memory 4
This is another 'collecting memory'. What did we collect? We collected 'olas' !!! Suddenly, there would be a downpour of hailstones. Our heads would hurt. Our first observation would be how big the hailstones were. We would run into the verandah of the closest house. Everything would be white - it was like there was snow all around the house. Then came the patient wait - the wait for the hailstones to end. I can still feel the excitement we felt once it stopped. What was the excitement for???? Believe it or not, it was to collect the 'olas' !!!!. We would rush out gather all what we could, all what our frocks could hold, all what our little hands could hold and lay them on the window sill. Each child had one window sill and then it was a wait and watch to see whose hailstones last the longest!
Would I have had the chance to experience such simple pleasures and experiences had I been in a city? I doubt. Would I have had the luxury of collecting 'olas'? I doubt.

Memory 5
Sadar Bazaar was our big outing! Dirty, crowded, teeming with people. I remember hearing the song 'O saathi re, tere bina bhi kya jina' over and over again while eating chole-bhature in a really tiny but famous joint. There was something about the taste, the ambience, the music. It was comfort food. I still associate this food with this particular song. Probably, it was the only joint that had a tape recorder and so the proud owner thought it to be his duty to entertain all with the music. Why do I remember only this song? I don't know. The other taste unique to Jhansi in my memory is that of 'karela-chaat'. It was just that the paapdi was shaped like a karela. I can stilll see and taste the 'dahi' , the 'imli chatni', the 'mirchi powder'.
Would I have enjoyed a crowded market place in a city the way I enjoyed sadar bazaar? I doubt.

I had the good fortune of visiting Jhansi for a couple of days in 2003. I was thrilled with the chance I'd gotten and more so because I was taking my son along. A lot has changed, the roads are broader, the roads cleaner, the shops swankier, hotels to eat in. The 'ber' tree is still there and the 'jhoola' too. I did not find the chola - bhature joint.
One thing hasn't changed - the 'karela-chaat'  at sadar bazaar!!!!! The taste is still the same, it looks still the same! Like in the 70's we had to stand out and eat it from the 'patte ka plate'. My son loved it - had 3 plates. He still remembers it and keeps saying that the taste is still there in his mouth and that he is yet to have something like that!!

I've been truly blessed with the many opportunities to live in so many different places. They've each given me so many beautiful memories to cherish and keep.