Rain rain…
Welcome back!
It is something that I miss….I miss whenever I am out of Kerala…Coming from a city where it rains almost everyday, (thanks to its topography and geography),I keep wondering how can it not rain for so many days!!!Why days, even months…be it Warangal or Pune, rains strictly follow the instructions given by the MET office and arrive only when they say…a story quite different from my Mallu land.
I remember the days, when I used to go to school partly by KSRTC bus and partly by walk. I used to take a short cut through lush green paddy fields(For anyone from Trivandrum reading this, I’m talking about the place behind Udiyannoor Temple, Maruthankuzhi.Walking for 5 minutes through the field would take me to the Pangode Cantontment).I am sure atleast parts of the paddy field that existed during those times(late 80s) would have condescended to the real estate boom that the state is witnessing now.During the rains, I used to loath myself for my inabilty to control my umbrella that would always go upside down…I used to wonder if the wind that blew would take me to the gushing streams just a step away….looking back ,walking through the thin slippery separators(varamb in Malayalam) that separated the fields from each other,looking into the overflowing streams that irrigated the fields….keeping my eye balls in-sync with the flow of the streams trying to locate a water snake (Neerkoli in Malayalam)….enjoying the awe and fear of seeing a snake….making sure that my rain coat does not allow water to seep into the school bag….closing my eyes and holding the umbrella firmly whenever a lightning and thunder struck….so firm as to get my wet palm imprinted with the groves on the umbrella handle…..and ….
finally reaching home, drenched to the last skin, inspite of having worn a rain coat or having had an unbrella that succumbed to the forces of nature, having carried litres of water in my shoes……
and the happiness of opening the gate and ringing the calling bell continuosly with my wet finger……till mom opened the door….and throwing away the school bag , the wet shoes to the farthest corner…and start undressing there itself….and a mom who would ask me to take a shower ….presumably because of me having trudged my way through the water, partly dirty, partly rainy…..and then as the kid in me, barely ten quite reluctuntantly succumbs to maternal concern for hygiene and decides to look into options of changing mom…..
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11 comments
Thanks for that walk back to Kerala in the monsoons… Yes I remember that vividly! Class 8 B – the last room on the right in the 2nd floor in the new school building… you Saneesh and Pradeep or Deepu Gopal (I dont remember who) sitting in the bench behind us… always cracking jokes… rains lashing down outside… class window full of raincoats dripping wet.. damp shoes and socks removed and trying to dry under the fan… and hindi teacher blowing her nose away to glory! Prayer sung in the corridor downstairs and so first period is terribly long… man, the memories of monsoon and school! those were the days indeed….
Beautiful!!!
your words quite literally paint a picture…and a very pretty on at that!!!
very very eloquent indeed….
Very descriptive da….childhood memories are the best
@Nirms
That was a lovely comment
@ Reena
Yes, very much true
@Nithya
Tnx buddy for chipping in
nostalgic memories raining. and its very touching. i am appreciating you
awesome post !!!
@Anish
Thanks Aliya…
Every non-resident mallu I have met and spoken to eulogises the rain and with imagery that only someone who has been in kerala for sometime can identify closely with. The mallu psyche and torrential rains are so intimately bonded!
Looks like u missed out Maaya maaya koda koda…Maaya vannal ppopy kuda!!
but probably the song did not come up at that time … anyways the Rain & slippery paddy fields are good excuses to go late to school. Can fall sick at any point during the monsoon parents will be doting as not to aggrevate the cold & cough…
Now even if it rains ?U are expected at work or now in Kerla cabs are there to pick kids up …. Kids are missing some thing these days
So Rain Rain come again
Pramod
there is nothin like when it rains back home..miss those heavy rain!!!
While I was searching google about Maruthankuzhy, I found this blog. I am residing near Maruthankuzhy, behind Krishnan Kovil, Kesavapuram Road. I have many sweet memories of the paddy field, and varambu, and the rain. When I was a boy I regularly spents hours in the paddy field behind Udiyanoor Temple. Now there is a few paddy fields are remaining. Field are filled with soil for making houses, and some cultivating other products.
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