Wednesday, March 16, 2011

My Melodic Communiqué

Childhood/ School:

- The sound of wind when I first learnt about the word breeze
- The sound of allah-ho-akbar early in morning @ 5.10 that woke me up to dress for school
- … of trucks moving on early winter mornings made me think how people start working from the wee hours of the day (just like me :)
- … of those footsteps of the neighbour’s guard who would steal flowers from my garden, I used to listen him walking, from the loo
- … of my school bus’ horn honking from a range of 200 meters at 6.15 am
- … of fart in a silent class
- … of rough chalk running on the blackboard to create immense irritation to ears
- …of Principal’s stick on disobeyed hands accompanied with an echo sound ‘Why don’t you Talk in English’
- … of dusters banging the desks ordering ‘Keep Quiet’
-… of those 10 statue bells smacked by the peon to control the chaotic movements and sounds made after lunch followed by pin drop silence.
- … of that sabziwali calling out everyone and the little me sneaked out from my old home in Civil Lines that got replaced with a posh society without any street vendors
- …of that unripe little mango mistakenly dropped down while plucking from the tree to make a thump on neighbour’s tin sheet in those naughty summer afternoons
- … of the pages of a book flipping by the winds at the time of evening terrace studying

Adolescence/ Profession/ Post engagement:

- The sound of the peon in our media institute calling from the classroom’s window to the hostel’s room ‘Sir agaya’
- The sound of the insect on a lonely night on the top of the hostel’s terrace
- … of Richa’s bold voice waking me up ‘Tina chal khadi ho ja’
- …of the boss calling out your name in front of the staff giving you goose bumps
- … of chat message that popped up always at the wrong time when boss is around
- … of typing, printing and murmuring in a newspaper office
- … of the train crossing by from nearby lane @ 3 am registering its presence
- … of the guard’s whistles forcing me to keep awake @ 3.15 am
- … of the chirp made by the birds sitting outside my window asking to be fed
- … of my phone ringing after a long wait for two little words ‘Love Morning’
- … of my sister’s old Luna that I wanted to be silenced with a scooty
- … of kids howling in the society on a holiday eve
- … of the cat under my bed in labour pain
- … of that old fan mocking from above when I used to rest in my father’s office
- … of chaiwala in an overcrowded compartment of a train
- … of silence while meditating with a group of 25000 people

Post Wedding:
- The sound of his snores on first night…
- The sound of the pressure cooker’s whistles calling me to put it off knob
- … of the alarming wake-up alarms of really early mornings
- … of the out stationed husband over the phone who’s half asleep
- … of the FM blaring from the father-in-law’s room
- … of silence in the empty summer afternoons
- …of half hanging newspapers stuck on the glass slider of a new house waiting for curtains
- … of the doorbell and continuous scary knocks, when I am unwilling to open the door in a lonely flat.
- …of the elevator reaching my bedroom tearing all the doors and window panes

- The sound of my father scolding someone that threatens the victim to pee in his pants
- The sound of my dad’s vehicle that always told me about his arrival and that I have to switch to the study table
- … of the mild shivering cries of the new born baby at my home
- … of my brother’s limping footsteps he took before getting bedridden
- … of that scream just before bhai used to go into fits
- … of his coughing I heard on his last day while leaving for office
- … of my mom’s sobs over the phone after bhai was gone
- … of my father’s rare laugh


mystupendoussalvation said...

Some say sounds, some say them noise, or some say they are those non-chantic, without music sounds, which will carry everywhere and every time, where we go.

U made me recall each and everything, that left a voice, melody, music, words, sounds in my head.. those were forgotten-unforgotten memories that I will carry till I die. Thank u for remembering me what I have left and I will never repent to remember them again. The Family one was really heart touching, i have numb eyes and lump in my throats, wish I can fly and hug u. Thanks.

nothin.. within said...

Khush kar diya tune dost!! ha ha aur richa ka tina chal khadi ho ja to tu kya sabko yaa ho ga. see i was in the next apartment phir bhi mujhe yaad hai. :P Aur
ramesh anna ka sir Aagya. U said it copy like him re..

Rashmi... said...

@ Richa: these are the sounds that everyone grow up listening, I just penned them down here :)

Bhavna: ofcourse, wo sabse majedar diin the yar apni life ke

Unruly Rebel said...

its just so strange, we have so much just in dis small life...enjoyed readin it though i have a lot to come my way, but i hope it goes by smooth and even i cud write a post over it.. :)

Unruly Rebel
something THEY call life

Prude said...

Thank just made me relive my entire life! :)

It was a beautiful post!

Soumya said...

:) :) :)........this one brght a bright smile on ma nostalgic face.. awsume one ya... cute but very intense observation... purane din fir samne agaye.... :)