Did I ever tell you that I often forget what I was talking about and go off the track many a times? Well if I didn’t…then I am telling now. So let’s start with our topic of today- ICE CREAMS.
I remember the time when I used to wait outside my house under my Banyan tree with a 2Rs coin in my hand. I used to wait to hear that Pom-Pom of the white cycle lorry- the treasure keeper…the Icecream-wala. Many people ask me a lot of times, am I from a village? I often reply to that with my own created terms- not really village but a semi-urban town. To be true…that’s how it can be really defined…the place where I used to live before. And where am I now?
Yeah so what I was talking about… yeah I forgot… Ice Creams. Sorry but I often loose the track while talking about something. Please don’t mind. So I was saying that there was a time when I used to wait under my Banyan Tree with 2Rs in my hand for the IceCream guy. I used to come home by 2 afternoon and after having my lunch I used to search whole house for just those 2 pennies. Quite a few times my mother used to help me out by taking out 6 from her vault- for me, my bro and herself. She is a very interesting character you see…bit kiddish from inside. Surprisingly she is still like that. Even now if I bring a chewing gum home…she would still like to have a bite of that…even if its just one chewing gum…I have to break it into two. Yeah so I was saying that quite often she used to join the party and give me 6 herself. Though not everyday; well to be honest she was not that much of a kid…even she knew eating icecream everyday is not good for our teeth. So as I was saying that I used to search whole house for those two little coins. I often used to try to pull out a two from my Piggy Bank(in India its like a big pot made of clay). And even if that didn’t work…then the drawer in our dressing table was the place where there were always spare coins.
Yeah so as I was saying that after getting my hands on those two bucks, I used to wait for the ice cream man. Punctual at his job, exactly at 3 o clock he used to reach the temple area. You could hear his Pom- Pom horn from quite far. And kids like me used to run towards him. I often used to forgot my slippers home while running towards that heavenly wagon. It was too hot outside, but that feeling of having that delicious melting cold lava inside my mouth always made me forgot the harsh warmth under my legs.
There were so many options. So so many that I used to feel real jealous when the kid from my neighbourhood used to buy a 5Rs two in one icecream- an orange sheet of sweet ice from outside…covering the white milky portion inside. So jealous that I often used to wish I were my neighbour’s kid. I so used to envy that Army-cut prick. I was often asked by my mother to get a haircut like that…just coz he had one. Well I never understood this that why all parents think that short hairs are the sign of a good kid. Shorter the hairs…more obedient the kid is. Never got answer to that question either.
Well nevermind… so as I was saying that how many variesties that ice-cream guy used to have. There was 1Rs sweet red icy bar…and then there was this 2Rs one… the elder brother to the 1Rs one. More wide and large than the 1Rs bar. At three we used to get a rounded milk bar. Well it looked like it was made of milk only but my mother always used to say otherwise. At 4 we had three’s big brother same like we had 1’s. Then 4 afterwards we had the elite class- the 5Rs aforementioned two flavoured bar, mixture of 1 and 3. At 6 we had seen was the Cup- white icecream cup which now I came to understand was Vanilla. At 7 we had another cup…a bigger one with Pinkish hue…which now I think was Strawberry. Then at 8 was this new guy in IceCream town- a coconut flavour. Well out of every kid we knew in our semi-urban town…we heard that Fauji’s(Soldier) son had tasted that one. Well I never knew or rather asked how was it’s taste…but I assumed it must be coconuty as per its name.
Moving on…now we had the premium ones in the line. Skipping 9… at 10 we had Chocobar. The dream of every kid…the chocolate covering the milky region. We had heard the rumours that Fauji’s kid had tried that one too. After 10 we all never even thought of guessing how the big shots would be like. We couldn’t even imagine if there could be any other flavour after 10.
So one can imagine how small my little world used to be. And just thinking about it now…all I can do is just smile. Here I am sitting in this big Food Court with regular McFlurry beside me…waiting for me to enjoy it’s Oreotic taste. And guess how much it cost me…freaking 82Rs. 42 times the one I used to eat from the ice cream vendor. I can’t just imagine how time has flown away. How I have become an adult from that little IceCream craving kid. That how I have gone past the time when not being able to find those 2 bucks used to give me tension all day and how now I lament upon my problems regarding friends and relationships. What have I become? Where’s that little kid inside me lost? What happened to him? All I do now is cry silently inside about some silly things and some silly girl.
When I was a kid…I used to cry for not getting a toy or ice-cream and I can easily recall that how back then I used to fell asleep while crying. And when I used to get up…I would had forgotten everything. I would had forgotten the reason for being sad and angry at first place. We all have been through that phase. And that time when my Maa used to scream at me for breaking some machine and I just used to start crying; though just after an hour I used to cling in her arms tightly to get consoled by her.
We have changed a lot now. Just think that how sad our life has become now that even when we feel to cry…we just cry from inside…we are not even able to shed our tears. How much pain we give to ourself for someone who doesn’t even care how you feel.
I can’t imagine how much have I changed…too much I guess. How difficult it has now become to talk to my parents for even 5 minutes. It feels like burden now, whereas as a kid they were the first one to whom I used to go running after coming home to tell that I scored 10/10 in Maths test. Why some person’s “I don’t care” behaviour about you is so hearbreaking, whereas while doing same to your parents it’s not such a big deal? Well no one can answer to that either.
Life plays too many puns on you…and all you can do is see bieng laughed upon…only what good we can do is laugh along in our life…that way even life would be surprised to see you being happy. People say Cricket is a funny game… well I would say Life is funnier than cricket my friend and Love is funniest of all… and neither of these games is easy. And only one advise can be given about these games- Play Wisely or You’ll Get Bowled.
So what was I saying- Ice Creams right? Oh…I think I lost the track again? Did I ever tell you that I often forget what I was talking about?