Memories
of childhood always bring a whiff of nostalgia with them. There is something,
rather many things about that phase which make it so very special. As we keep
moving away from that time, the past
picture keeps getting better and better, isn't it? I consider it a
zooming-out effect which brings out the essence of the complete
perspective.
We often
tend to go back to some of those disjointed flashes from the past to relive the
soul of the bygone time. Whenever they surface, they invariably manage to bring
an innocent smile to our face.
We had a
small traditional tandoor in our house which our father got made on order. I
think it was made using the body of an old cylindrical drum which had its own
lid too. It was a functional tandoor and at least once in a month, usually on a
Sunday, tandoori rotis were made to go along with dal-makhani. As far as I
remember, it was not a trivial activity. Cleaning the tandoor, preparing it,
heating it up sufficiently for the rotis - all this itself would take some
considerable time before actual roti making action. After its use, it was
allowed to cool down, cleaned properly and secured with the lid.
I am not
sure how and when but some years down the line, the usage of tandoor became
less frequent. I think it was the time when father got posted to another city.
It was later given away to somebody but strangely its lid was retained. I think
it was a very smart move as that lid in its upside down avatar, naturally
became a serving plate for the birds. Mostly house sparrows, mainas, crows and
red vented bulbuls used to visit our home. Out of these the house sparrows were
the most frequent ones and often came in large numbers. Those were the times
when house sparrows were easily seen in the city. Mother would keep some bajra
seeds, bits and pieces of the first roti that was cooked every day and any left
over roti or rice in that plate, along with water in a deep terracotta pot -
for the birds to feast on. I remember every day, early in the morning, while
tidying up the house and the backyard, mother would clean up that plate and the
water bowl and would refill both with fresh supplies.
During
summers, early morning was the time when the sparrows would visit looking for
their first meal of the day, in good numbers. Their chirping, altercations and
bantering were a part of the background noise in our home. Their numbers would
dwindle as the day became hotter. The pattern reversed in winters. House
sparrows would come solo, in pairs, and in groups when sun brought some respite
from the chill.
I carry
one particular memory of those winter afternoons. Natural light, fresh air and
winter sun are perhaps a few things out of many which were highly valued by
mother. She always encouraged us to sit and study in the backyard to make the
most of these three. After returning home from school during those winter days,
we were served food outside on the foldable cot. While basking in the warmth of
the sun, we would indulge in the last course of
any winter meal - roasted peanuts and gazak. Many birds, especially
house sparrows used to pay us a visit during that time and we would gently
flick some peanuts to their side too though cautiously, trying not to scare
them away. It was a sheer delight to watch them feast on those peanuts and I
must admit a little bit of sense of individual achievement that they ate what
one offered. While writing this I can very vividly see that scene in front of
my eyes where we all ate peanuts together. Years passed in almost fast forward
manner, I moved out of the parental house first for my masters and then to
build a separate abode after marriage. On every visit to that house, I couldn't
help notice lesser and lesser sparrows coming to the backyard for food. They
were fast getting pushed away by the bigger and stronger mainas.
House
sparrows were tiny little birds, females had pale brown and grey coats while
males had brighter black, white and brown markings. They were very shy
birds. Sadly, they have become extinct in our city now. I miss them, because
their chirpiness and their companionship are an integral part of my childhood
memories. They remain the loveable background sound, in fact, music in my
reminiscences.
We do
have feathered visitors in our new house here too. After searching online for
their name, I came to know that they are Jungle Babblers. They are bigger,
brown coated birds with long tails and they chirp loudly. I scatter bread
crumbs, leftover rice and pieces of first chapatti of the day for them on the
backyard wall. They also visit in groups to eat and then fly away together.
They are much stronger and fearless, rather aggressive than my old feathered
friends. I like feeding them but I miss the little ones dearly, more so in
winters when I eat peanuts.
Dear sparrows, this is my tribute to you. You will always have a special place in my memories.