...naye dost...

ammi got me a pet today....probably she feels i need one to relieve the stress in day to day life....the pet is unique and lovable in so many ways....its a pair of small little parrots...a male and a female....female is yellow and i call her piloo...the male is green...but i really dont care to call it anything....i like piloo more....m biased...but piloo looks and behaves like me...i instantly developed a liking for her.....
..its not the first time ammi got me a pet....it has always been a summer vacation exercise during my childhood days....we bachcha party would pool in money and would bring small chicks as pets, or little colorful birds from kabootar market at jama masjid, or pigeons.....fishes....small tortoise....a small very young goat..which abbaji would make sure that its nicely fed....and our mohalla billi never kept us lonely...every few months she used to give kittens....so the house always had a lot of activity to keep us busy......the chicks..rather chooze...has lot of memories...many times they were coloured....and almost everytime their end was sad....the devil bilaao..the dada of mohalla cat society would someday find the chicks alone and would eat them...leaving us sad for few days....there would be so many reasons ammi and taiammi would give to have pets in family....logical as well as illogical....as in they ward off the evil types....but the only one i believe is true is that pets fill our life.....we human beings always have a desire to be needed and feel love..and give that in return....and that way we feel happy....piloo has bought back the vivid beautiful memories of childhood.....m sure now its gonna b a beautiful time....

...nani ka ghar....

today suddenly m missing my nani ka ghar more, its memories are always there....the ghar cant jst get out from the soul....its there always....bt today i m missing it more...its huge sahn..where we have played all through our childhood....a dozen children of the house running, cycling...this sahn has seen all the seasons, festivals, marriages and deaths....sahn been an integral part of the household....a flexible space...which turned into a full fledged dhobi ghat in morning...a full spillover space of the kitchen during meal preparing times, an offcourse how can it be complete without the khat pat of utensils and the spicy gossips of mumanis....they added the zing to the whole thing...come afternoon,....time for us the noisemakers to come bk from school..the sahn would turn into a platform of some railway station....one after the other the huge door would be opened and banged....complete with a loud salaam...so that the whole house wud know who has come...n suddnely nana would shout from his place....aree aram se darwaza band kiya ker....hazaar martaba samjhaya hai....n this wud happen everyday....afternoon siesta time, n our sahn wud be our playground....till evening we wud play....the huge haveli it was....complete with dalan and dar dalan....those beautiful cusped arches and the chajja over them...today how i wish that they should not have sold the haveli....but then...thats how the life is...but even today...while passing even in front of the nani ki gali....i feel a pang somewhere..the biggest house of the mohalla...sold...why......i miss my nanis home...