Comments on: Once upon a summer, kunte-bille and kayyi tuthu

By: Sunil

Sunil — Sun, 25 May 2008 19:29:17 +0000

Ranjana… i just finished reading this.. and halfway thru I started crying like a child….and i cant stop!!.. though i grewup in bangalore… May is the same… or rather “was” the same…

Thanks for blooming this Gulmohar of urs… way to go!!!!!!!
god…i cant stop…

By: Sadhana

Sadhana — Wed, 21 May 2008 08:54:49 +0000

Hey Ranjana…

Nice one.. All mysoreans have the same childhood experience..
I have always seen the beauty of gulmohar flowers covering the roads in Narayan Shastry road while going n coming back from school.. Making those loong nails, cork balls with my friends, n ya if u remember we used to play those tiny water filled things of gulmohar as GUNs by removing its tip.. searching that itself used to be fun.. I still have the privilege of moonlight kayyi thuthu from my mom when I go home during weekends.. Awesome memories..

Happy blogging..

Cheers,
Sadhana

By: Ravikiran

Ravikiran — Thu, 15 May 2008 01:57:56 +0000

Wah.. Feels like all mysoreans had similar fun….
Just carries me back in time… this is quite nostalgic…
I was almost in mysore (virtually) Thanks for this nice write up

By: Shruthi

Shruthi — Wed, 14 May 2008 09:35:59 +0000

“If we had our cousins over, it was always “Kayyi Tuthu“—an elder sitting the kids in a circle and handing morsels of food to each by turns. Curd rice with nimbekayi uppinakayi (lime pickle) on a moonlit terrace with a faint, scented breeze.

Heavenly.”

Ditto, ditto.

Thanks for this writeup

By: H.R.Bapu Satyanaryana

H.R.Bapu Satyanaryana — Mon, 12 May 2008 17:23:41 +0000

Pease don’t remind me of all these things because I feel like runing back to Mysore from Portland where I have come to see my peopel. Marakothi and swinging from branches like Tarzan and those Bugri aata going round the streets with Gunna tearing the Bugree and so many and may be it is good Imay tell grand children about it though I doubt they can appreciate it I can try though

By: mayura

mayura — Mon, 12 May 2008 16:31:46 +0000

Grrreat article!! Brings back those childhood memories…I guess these simple pleasures of childhood is missed by the present generation of kids who are hooked to TV/Computers during the holidays

By: Sathya

Sathya — Mon, 12 May 2008 15:32:36 +0000

Vitlan Potli, right. Penda uDis goli aaTa, jebu thumba goligaLu, huNise pachchi, kavade, buguridaara……jaarubanDe aaTa,,, aamele manege banda mele thale mele yeraDu yeTu..
And mother always telling ” let your father come, you will see today…” and as susual before father cringing and some times one or two thrashes…

By: Jai Byaadr Bomma

Jai Byaadr Bomma — Mon, 12 May 2008 12:59:43 +0000

“Steeeel Patre saamaan” guy who exchanged old clothes for utensils, “Tarkaariyamma” who always selected the best bendekaayi for me, Bombaai Mithai gaadi with its tempting red cotton candies hung all around it, Seeme yennae gaadi with the person hitting the drums with a stick to draw attention, the extremely talented bombae sweet guy who could make an airplane or a doll in a minute, the visit to ’shetty’ angdi to buy a pack of biscuits just before tea time, hitting the mass of crushed stones during power cuts to see the ‘benki’, ‘kooka?…..kook!!’ during kanna muchchalae, in between playing cricket, keeping a watch at the road end for dad to turn up so that i’ll be the first to run and ‘discover’ what’s in his bag, playing badminton with torn and battered feather cocks….priceless memories.
“You may break, you may shatter the vase if you may will - but the scent of the flowers will linger there still” as Ruskin bond? says.

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By: savitha

savitha — Sun, 11 May 2008 06:02:31 +0000

Hey, brings back a lot of memories. I particularly remember keeping navilugari in textbooks (when classmates would tell us, adhu mari hakkutthe
Also, collecting gasgase hannu, looking for kaage bangara in the playground, playing lagori….

By: goutam

goutam — Sun, 11 May 2008 01:58:02 +0000

Have you played KOLI JAGALA with the Gulmohar buds,stamen before they bloom?

By: dharma

dharma — Sun, 11 May 2008 01:53:52 +0000

Gulmohar trees! Go to Kantarajaurs road in the morning by 6am before they clean the road, there will a carpet of flowers on the foot path from Kennegowdan koppal entry at one end to JL road at the other end. It used to be a real beauty to see this. Ballal circle used to be decorated with flowers.
Is this PHENOMENA still exist!??

By: Vitlan Potli

Vitlan Potli — Sat, 10 May 2008 19:45:06 +0000

Sathya,

You are right, add Gilli-Dandlu, Gante Goli aata, buguri aata, Lagori, Maanja paynge haaku gaalipata competion, The earnestness in chasing and running shouting “pata cut, pata cut” in the bylanes to be the first person to get hold of the kite.

I miss the joys of calling out to the person holding the maanja & glass powder tainted thread reel “deal hodi deal hodi” in the heat of the moment to be one up and cut the chord of the kites of other fliers

Unfortunately none of the present generation know of how “gilli-dandlu” is played. The words like “Dakku double two dandlu” will forever be forgotten The sense of proportion we learnt when we called out “ondu(1) gatta, yerd(2) gatta” (1 gatta = 10 dandlu lengths) is all but a memory

The sheer joy of belting with a stick my father’s old unused scooter tyre at break neck speed along with the other guys and the joy of artfully running along with a bicycle rim with a stick in its groove to control it, is a simple unadulterated pleasure that is still unsurpassed.

Yes this is what we did in the summer hols later as the years passed we grew up and the idiot box came into our lives.

By: Gouri Satya

Gouri Satya — Sat, 10 May 2008 19:23:14 +0000

The Ramavilasa Road was one such place, full of Gulmohars in full bloom in May.

By: Viky

Viky — Sat, 10 May 2008 18:05:18 +0000

Childhood in Mysore, beautifully depicted. Loved it!