Some people are always a part of our lives, whether they are with us are not. My grandfather, my father’s father is one such person. He was a very important part of my childhood. His reading aloud from our epics and other stories instilled a love for books.
2016 starts the day after tomorrow. And the year 1916 comes to mind. My grandparents got married in that year, a hundred years ago! Life has changed in so many different ways. My grandfather had written about the journey from his village to the bride’s house for his wedding, about sixty miles away. Those were the days when there were no buses or cars. People either walked or went by bullock carts.
My grandfather, his parents and other relatives set out from their village called Polya, at a good muhuruta (auspicious time), four days before the wedding. There were two bullock carts to take them to Somawarpet, the bride’s village. They started out at night. By morning they reached a place called Sullia, twenty miles away. While reading his Memoirs , I could just imagine two bullock carts going at a leisurely pace, with a lantern hanging in the front. It sounds magical. There would have been problems but that was life then.
The whole day they rested in the house of a friend .That night after dinner they started again. Early next morning they reached Sampaje, twenty miles away.There they stayed in a relative’s house the whole day.After dinner they set out after dinner. By morning they reached
Madikeri, twenty miles away.After a whole morning’s rest in my grandmother’s uncle’s house, they set out after dinner that night for Somwarpet, eighteen miles from Madikeri and reached early morning. The wedding took place the next day.
Sixty miles and four days. 🙂 Life moved at a much slower pace. And over the years we have been saying farewell to so much and welcoming the new. So life goes on.
‘Farewells are a part of our lives
Every moment we bid goodbye
To earlier moments.
But we do not really think,
For life moves forward
Without a break,
And those moments are too small.
For us to take time to bid goodbye.
They are gone forever
But their memories live with us.
Memories good or bad
Are always a part of us .
Life would be so much better
If only we could say farewell
To those bad moments in Life.
But somehow they cling on.
Somewhere in our minds,
And do not allow us
To say farewell.
Those good moments
Forever a part of our lives,
They are precious
Thank God we have the sense
Never to bid them farewell.’
WE WISH YOU ALL A VERY HAPPY NEW YEAR 🙂