Kashmiri Pandits' Association, Mumbai, India

Milchar

Lalla-Ded Educational and Welfare Trust

  Kashmiri Pandits' Association, Mumbai, India

header
| Home | August-September 2003 Issue |

Milchar
August-September 2003 Issue

Table of Contents

Koshur Music

An Introduction to Spoken Kashmiri

 

Remembering Roots

Rohit Saproo

How I Wish !

I could go back to Polo Ground and have those chocolate balls which some stranger used to provide free of cost.....

I could go back to that Ganesh ji temple not for praying but for Poodi and Ladu.....

I could be allowed to speak on Mahatma Gandhiji in my school function when I had prepared the whole thing for 3 days and I was not allowed to speak because they wanted the 1st ranker to speak....

I could go back to the time when on Sundays I used to start waiting from 4 oclock for the 6 oclock movie.....

I could still feel that cold water meant what we got from our taps 24 hours.....

I could still associate the color Blue with sky, White with snow, Green with un-ripe walnuts, Red with chilly ....

I could still think of my lunch breaks as going to the ice factory near my school and stealing ice......

I could still go to Bhagwan Gopi Nath Temple for that 'thr' (yellow rice) and 'tsarvan'.....

I could still pick my cousins/relatives from Rainawari and somehow traverse an unknown way and reach Dal Lake...

My papa could still wake me up at 5.00 am on Sunday morning and take me to Shankaracharya temple followed by bath at Durga Nag, followed by some Chola-pudi at nearby shop....

We could still have those 3 week power cuts and road blockades due to snow, so that I could rest peacefully.....

  Mahabharat and Ramayana could be telecasted again on the same slot at 9.00 am on Sunday morning...

I could still play with marbles on Maha Shivratri day...

I could still wear that 'phran' with 'kngr'....

I could finish my winter vacation homework in first 3 days of vacation and on 4th day leave for Jammu.

I could still have those red cheeks....

I could go back and may be, listen more to my parents....

I could go back and learn writing Kashmiri, learn to recite Kashmiri poems....

We never had a phone....not even landline....

I could go back to times when I used to weep seeing 'Hakh' over rice, wondering if that was the only thing available in market, only to realise later that I would miss it the most

I wish I could still go across Jhelum and pay 50 paise to boatman for the same ...

I could still go to Khir Bhawani, have that 'lch' and 'mgli chy', observe the milky Divine Spring and go and sit in a tree trunk when it rained.

My Mom could still weave me that sweater with those highly imaginative designs and patterns...

I could be without any pretensions, any made ups, any ego, any over-the-top desires, any hassles, any ever-present criticism ....

I could be myself ..... just myself, without any toppings ... just a plain base ......

Would I ever be able to .... !! ????

Previous

Index

 

Related Sites

Information Digests

Panun Kashmir

Symbol of Unity


 


JOIN US

Facebook Account Follow us and get Koshur Updates Youtube.com Video clips Image Gallery