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rambles, rumbles & grumbles: a strand of memory...

Sunday, January 31, 2010

a strand of memory...

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i still haven't figured out a decent way of navigating my own blog... there's no damn place to sign in... i have discovered a roundabout way of course, or i would have spared you of the regular dose of nonsense.... but it's like akshay kumar's route to australia from india... through egypt... can't remember the movie...

so, it was a weekend... again... i read somewhere that people who ask about your weekend are usually dying to tell you of their own weekend... where was i going with that? hmm... forget it!! when i started, i'm sure i had the most brilliant idea for today's blog... but for the world of me, i can't remember it now...

so instead, i'll just pen down the mundane things i did with my life for as far back as i can remember... i should write about my childhood sometime... i really have the most gory tales... there was a time recently when i'd get a bad case of throat infection by drinking unbottled water... my water had to be ISI marked... and it had to be a brand i recognized... compare that with a re-discovered childhood memory... i recently remembered the ice-cream wala that frequented my village... you know, (or maybe you had a saner childhood, so you don't) the one who came in a cycle, with a wooden box on the carrier behind him... and there'd be red, green, orange(my favorite) ice-candies... they were probably just colored ice but nothing in my childhood held more charm, hope and promise than that rare delicacy... if my mother was in a good mood and had change to spare, my brother and i would run triumphantly and flash our 25paisas to him and he'd ransack inside his box until he found our colors... but most days, we'd simply run behind him excitedly as he toured the village... and on some occasions(i hope to god, rare!!!) i remember cupping our hands below the ice-box where the ice would melt and trickle down in drops... ok, let me put it slowly... all the different colored ice, along with little bits of the wood from the box, sawdust and many other things i dare not think about... would all melt in drops and leak out the corner into our eager hands... and we drank it!! i drank it!!! without any side-effects... or aftermath!!! well, i'm not sure about the latter... maybe it did kill a few of my neurons... hmmm???

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