Today my fond memories
are taking me back to my maternal grandparents’ place, where my beloved mother
grew up in the midst of greenery and water all around.
After gaining senses, I
first visited the place when I was just 5 years old. I still remember the day
though it is little faded, I was very happy and jumping around when my mother
and father were packing the baggage and beddings; I suppose a day before the
journey.
The day of the journey
in Allahabad station, I was amazed to see so many trains whistling and the
people all around. We boarded the train in the evening and reached Howrah
station of West Bengal the next day afternoon. From the station we took a bus
to reach our place named Panchala. From the bus stop we took cycle rickshaw to
go to our grandparents’ house.
When we reached there almost
all relatives of mine along with their neighbors came out to greet us with open
arms. Initially I was taken aback seeing so many people around hugging and
kissing me. It was almost dawn by then.
Next day my real
adventure started when my elder cousins took me around the village, plucking
flowers and fruits from different plants and trees. The sights which really
appealed me were the ponds encircled by coconut trees. There were many fish
moving around in the ponds and so I was little scared to put my feet in the
water.
After that visit we
visited the place once in every 2 to 3 years in my summer or winter vacations.
Here the day used to start with the breakfast of Muri(raw rice roasted in sand
) with coconut sweet or Tele Bhaja (Pakoris) . Then the real fun time used to
start, I used to roam all around the village with my cousins going to different
houses of the locality. To my surprise most of the houses were having their own
ponds named after the family surnames. None of us had watch with us but the
biological clock of our body that is tinge of hunger and physical surrounding
of people taking bath in the ponds used to remind us of lunch time.
In lunch most of the
days, fish fry and fish curries were served along with plateful of rice and a
bowl of dal with potato fry. After lunch each day my grandmother used to serve
us with cool and sweet water of tender coconut, which I used to relish the
most. These coconuts were not bought, they were dropped from the trees in our
backyard each morning.
In the evening after
getting dressed, we used to go either to the village market or play in the big
play ground, which was also beside a big pond. Sometimes our elder cousins used
to take us little further inside the village,
where I witnessed beetle leaf plantation
and the huts made with mud and plastered with cow dung, having a thatched roof
dry coconut leaves.
This place was like a
different world to me, after going from Allahabad where I could hardly see any
coconut trees or ponds except the river Ganga. This place was like the scenery
drawn by me looking at the posters or the books.
Panchala is situated
near Ulluberia in Howrah district but it takes around 45 minutes to 1 hour from
Howrah station by bus or taxi. This place is very famous for Kali Puja, which
is celebrated every year with lots of devotion. People from different places
visit this place during this time. They even perform the ritual of goat
sacrifice, which I could never witness due to large crowd and my dislike to the
ritual. The village is even famous for its Muggum work on saris, done by the
Muslim craftsmen of the village.