Nostalgia!

MasilaaMani temple.


"Why would you ever want to leave such a beautiful place buddy?",asked one of my colleague.I can list down more than a handful of reasons for our family to be shifted to chennai from my native place.No basic infrastructures.There are no doctors there anymore and we never had a hospital.Inspite of all these,i cannot help that lump in the throat when i see these snaps of my native.It has been almost 8 years since i stayed more than a month continuously in my native.So,though its not going to be too hard for me,I wonder how emotional my parents will be right now.

My native place is called Porayar,located on the east coast,100 Km from Pondicherry towards the famous shrines,Velankanni and Nagore Darha.Needless to say,my native was one of the most picturesque places i have been to.It has appeared in few movies too.The temple in the above snap will be there in that place mostly for another 10 years.I took a snap of the last tomb standing.The sea erosion has been the Tomb raider here.It is very sad to see such an amazing architectural work going down in front of your eyes.But,i feel nothing much can be done to prevent that.My granny used to say that she used bull carts to goto the sea shore from this temple when she was young.Though it sounded like an exaggeration,i could believe it to some extent because of the major cyclone that hit our native some 50 years ago.



An Evening View of the beach in my native  

There is one beautiful Danish fort just in the sea shore.I would have loved to post a snap of that,had the government authorities not spoiled it so miserably making it appear worse than an ordinary godown,in the name of 'Renovation'.

My mornings in my native were the best way to start a day.I used to have the habit of waking up early in the morning in my school days.I could hear the birds's wake up calls and cuckoos humming up and flying.Open the door and a heavenly frame unfolds in front of your eyes.You see farmers starting their day with the ploughs,the best and my favourite one was,the calves running around.One needs a thousand eyes to see the jubiliant mood of those cute little animals.It jumps around so ecstatic that anybdy who sees it will forget their worries at that moment and feel like their own child playing in front of them.I made sure to catch hold of one calf at least and play around with that for 5-10 minutes.I miss them all so much when i see the people holding a burger in the hand and literally running to catch the train.

Yeah,yeah.,i hear you say,"move on dude.You have got whole lot of life to live".Yes.,thats exactly i am doing now.I am just saving the thoughts for the rainy days.

I am able to have pleasant thoughts of my native only because of the great childhood my parents gave us.Thanks to my parents,we brothers were never made to feel the impact of the financial struggles our dad was undergoing.I have fewer words in my limited vocabulary to write them all down here.
I will miss my native,no doubts.But,the native i visualize is no more there.Its all gone 10 years back.Life goes on folks!!