Thank you Ruchi And Dipika for allowing me to board on this Wonderful Speakeasy Blogging Challenge2.1, which unfortunately I missed last time. I must say that working with you two hard-working influential souls is such an amazing experience.
My Span Of Travel
Living in the USA has never been an issue of traveling and collecting memories. I have countless cherishable moments of some adventurous, some full of fun, some thrilling, some boring, some surprising trips, some prepared, even some unprepared travel stories in my kitty.For this challenge, I choose precious childhood travel memories.
Adding to this, it’s been 5 years since I have visited India. It is not that I don’t want to, but somehow every year, my plans refused to succeed. Likewise, last year, this year in 2020 also my long list was ready, where India visit was at the top on the scoreboard. Who thought of tiny virus will play a catalyst to fail my plans one more time. And now I am literally craving to visit my home, my nation India. Kyunki, Ghar Yaad Aata Hai Mujhe!
From childhood to young college days in India, I hardly got the liberty to visit any city beyond the state UP (Uttar Pradesh) until I got my first placement in Bharti Airtel Ltd. Which provided me opportunities to visit the various states for training and seminar purpose. And of course, after my marriage list continued to become long of witnessing multiple states, countries, and its beauty.
Unlike others, my travel zone had always been excessively narrow in my childhood. I belong to Uttar Pradesh, India. Where Varanasi, and Allahabad had been my two common spots of travel for several years.
Yes, we used to have a pre-fixed monotonous calendar for the whole year, be it any vacay, festival, or family functions, we pack our bags and visit grandparents, my ancestor’s home to which we named GHAR. Yes, I hardly remember any moment when we called it Varanasi home or village, or Dadaji ka Ghar; it was merely GHAR. ( Yahi Ghar Yaad Aata hai Mujhe)
It was a rule made by my Papa, who believed that to travel around the world is something we will have unlimited time and opportunities, contrast to it minimal days to spend with our grandparents, who are aging old and not ready to leave their village at any cost. Be the reason of their elated face, the brightness of their eyes when they come to know that we would come to visit them is no less than a blessing, value it, they rarely demand anything from us.
Sometimes it was really depressing for me to see my low score vacation plans compared to my friend’s exciting vacays. However, later I realized those were the best memories of my life till now. I must confess, “Papa, you were so right.”
Priceless Memories Of My Rountined Travel To Grandpa’s Home
As soon as my final exams end before the tension of exam results clutched our happiness, mommy gets all our bags and briefcases packed for straight two and a half months for the grand commencement of our traditional monotonous holiday.
First in Varanasi and then to my Maternal Uncle’s place, Allahabad. Here are some precious memories of my travel celebration at GHAR.
1). Drinking milk in my favorite yellow Bournvita mug, no fun can beat the joy of those day’s breakfast when my Grandma bought yellow cups for all our cousins because she wanted to dilute all the reasons of the possible fights among her grandkids. Isn’t it cute?
2). Watching Ramayan on Doordarshan and being forced by grandpa to sit folded hands throughout the episode, waiting for Table fan to turn our side was the real struggle. sounds funny! No Netflix, Amazon Prime, or Hotstar could able to match the delightedness of those moments.
3). The indomitable spirit of taking a shower by fetching the water from our own well also on the tube well was the real mirth. Though I have fewer pics of those lovely moments, priceless memories are still ranking high in front of any beach fun.
4). Sleeping Time was no less than any Supreme court hearing session after preparing the bed for everyone on the terrace. We all put our point and the deeds of the entire day before either grandpa or Uncle or Aunt(my dad’s sisters my Bua) Why we had a fight? Why did not we share with everyone if bought something edible from the shop?
5). During the Diwali festival, watching the 10 days of Ramleela of the village was the craze of the next level; after having dinner in the early hours, we used to go for the Ramleela show. Memories of buying those hot roasted peanuts in winter nights are still fresh in my mind.
6). Making Mud House in Diwali, DIY of colors for rangoli, next morning, collecting the used Diya was the biggest challenge for all cousins; everybody wanted the most of Diyas, making deals in the night in case we woke up late.
7). Poppins Challenge was the most famous challenge in our house. Whenever my Grandpa goes for grocery shopping to the city, he never forgot to bring Poppins candy for all of us, which only received by those who succeeded in doing Shirshasan(a form of exercise). No sweets can take the place of those Poppins candy.
8). I miss the ambiance of Hanuman Temple that located in my Ghar’s premise, the soothing chanting Shlokas of Sunderkand, Hanuman Jayanti celebration, and sleepless nights of its preparation everything.
9). My memories of Childhood would be incomplete if I forget to mention the Whistle of Train. My grandpa never looked at the clock to check the time he used to be so confident about the passing train that supposed to cross from the railway line that goes by in front of our house, the guessing of time was so bang on I must say.
Ah!! Let me come back from those days!!!! I know It is almost impossible for me to mention the countless fun in just one post.
Sadly, I have lost many of my loved ones in these five years whom I was connected by heart, I won’t be able to see them anymore even by my every best effort, I could not recreate those memories.
At present the big village’s house that we proudly and lovingly named GHAR is vacant. Time has have changed many things, but the feeling can’t be changed unless we call for it. Though I have traveled to many cities, living on the foreign land, I still miss my monotonous pre-fixed travel to Ghar so badly and you know why? because Ghar Yaad Aata Hai Mujhe!!!!!!!!!!!!
We have to accept what life serves us. Keep going, collect memories as much as you can. You may have limited time but the memories does not have expiry date so go make most of it. Ending my post with the famous say
“Life is a journey, not a destination.”
The only song I listen to whenever I miss my home, my family, my village, my Ghar. As the wordings of this song mirrors the exact image of my Ghar and my feeling for it !!!
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