Mar 22, 2009

301. 7-A Chellakan Street

All of us would remember the first house that we lived in. I was going through an old photo album at home and I came across this picture taken 21 years back. Most memories are sweet especially if those are your pleasant childhood memories.

I was 6 years old then.The people in the photo are me and my folks.
  • My Dad with his broad moustache.
  • My sister frowning at the photographer.
  • Me standing in stand-ease position and
  • My mom in attention pose.
The blue colour door is still very fresh in my memory. The number 7-A was our house number. My mom forced me to memorise my house number when i was 4 years old. In case i lost my way, I was supposed to find my way back home. But it never happened.

If you take a close look at the picture, i have circled three specific places as 1,2 and 3 respectively. Number 3 is the calling bell of our house. The chime "Jingle bells" rings in my ears still now. Number 1 is the place where i would climb to press the calling bell when ever i come back from school.

Number 2 is the place where i would climb from inside of the house. I used to climb to number 2 position every single day. When ever my mom could not tolerate my tantrums at home, she used to thrash me with sticks, ruler scales, the cricket bat and sometimes even using the frying pan in the kitchen. During such wonderful moments, i try to escape from her vicinity.Most often i would reach the door. On a few occasions, i would even climb to position 2 so that i could open the latch of the door and escape from the house. But my mom is a sprinter too. She never ever allowed me to reach number 1 position during my run-away moments.

7-A Chellakan Street. My first home.I have lot of lovely memories associated with that place. Do you have any such memory associated with your first house?

-Chronicwriter

45 comments:

  1. its really lovable chriz... 2/42-C memorable..in my life

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  2. lolz!!

    yeah totally! Vasad, Baroda and Ahmedabad...memories of my early homely experiences are abundant mate...

    i feel you on the unfair race bit. i too never made it out the door. so instead i learned to run in circles inside the house.

    :)

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  3. Wow the bell is so so high!! Maybe the children over there will indeed grow taller..
    My ROM tells me that whenever 'A-2' comes across, it should be followed with '26' - A/2-26 was my first address on this planet.

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  4. Dai Enga Vettulla ennaku Sambar karandiyala adi villugum chinna vayasula

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  5. Reminds me of my old home, makes me want to take my pictures out..


    Poetry

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  6. is dat d red underwear u have been lookin for all this time :P :P

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  7. hi chriz! thts a cute pic!anyways had a good laugh reading u blog!ur mom had a helluva time bringing u up!lol!,yeah i hav loads of my first house memories!:)

    ciao!

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  8. he he :D
    a complete family pic ...i am getting nostalgic :(

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  9. aww makes me kinda feel nostalgic as well.. i dont know how one feels about their first home.. coz im still in the same house i was born...:) thats in a way good na?

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  10. waah ..!
    you must be very strong...dodging/surviving the bat and belan thrashes..and still being able to climb to open the door/ring the bell. bravo!

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  11. Chriz, I ve become a late comer to your blog these days:P Have been missing out posts as well:-(Blame my schedule, I shall try to be prompt henceforth.

    As for this post, I love it. I love when people write about memories, anything associated with memories. Remembrance is an art!

    Happy week!

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  12. YEA....my amma's favourite weapon was the Dosa stick;)

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  13. Cherished memories ...... Stay Blessed !!!

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  14. Hey! Here after a long time and late. Memories always give you that high which nothing else can, nay? Well, my house/home was No 7, Tana Street :-) Hmmm... Those were the days!!!

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  15. I don remember nly !!! But I sure do have lotsa memories with other house!!! :)

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  16. Beautiful et funny!
    yeah, C-3 is it for me :)
    btw, is the door blue?? I can see green :)

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  17. used to live with my grandparents when i was small.. n i vividly remember running to them every time i did something wrong..to get out of scoldings that is! :D

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  18. Even I store memories of all the homes I made of the houses I lived in...even in the rented houses, felt bad, when somebody else lived there:)

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  19. mate, tht brings out d nostalgia now...have just shifted to a new place and can so understand the feelings u r trying to convey:)

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  20. Yes ofcourse!My 83KH Road was ever green in my memories...
    check out my old blog
    http://meetasimpleguy.blogspot.com/2005/08/gaza-withdrawl-in-ayanavaram.html

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  21. my first house address would be 32-B,Odai Street.
    the street name sounds bad in English ;-) but in Tamil it means a rivulet.. of course, this street isnt in NGL.. :-)

    Nice post! made me think bout the decrepit house in that idyllic village which I remember as my first house..

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  22. I had my first crush in my first house :) I was 6 years old then.. Yes, I started early ;)

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  23. nostalgic...
    I miss my first house..

    perfect pic :)

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  24. cuuttee.. :)

    Something made me cry after reading this.. :(

    Nikhil

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  25. Nice post! I dont have any photos of then.. but memories vaguely remain

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  26. for someone whose parents got transferred every 2 yrs, remembering her first house is really great job...

    i have several other places/houses that have left a place in my memory... Home is wr ur heart is.. i go by that

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  27. indeed Chriz who forget their first home.. mine was 1014/III-25 :D

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  28. Nostalgic... but I seem to be having no memories... :(

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  29. Dude.. Looks like you have come out strong with all the thrashing from ur mom... :)

    Nice memories.. We never changed houses and I don't even remember our H. No..

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  30. i used to hide under the bed when my mommy used to fall in love with me all over again :P my fondest memories are that of gully cricket, teacher teacher , house house and doctor doctor :P

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  31. the first house is always special. Sadly i dont quite remember my first house coz i hav lived in close to ten houses so far!!

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  32. dude... I still dream of being in that house I grew up in... though it has been a decade since I left that place... awesome... neat post...

    take care... cheers...

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  33. Sweet Nostalgic post bro!! :)
    //But it never happened// You never lost your way or you didnt find your way back?? which one never happened??? :D
    Oh ya...I remember my first house...It ended where it began - the house!! It was big enough to be stored in my heart!! :)

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  34. 7A lirunthu
    oru 7.5 :)))


    hahaha.. onnukku keele onna eluthi irukken.. so, ithu kavithai :) thaan :)))

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  35. //
    she used to thrash me with sticks, ruler scales, the cricket bat and sometimes even using the frying pan in the kitchen.
    //
    another one important TOOL is missing :))))

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  36. Chriz!

    I am still living - I mean if I am in Chennai that is - in my first house. So, there are memories of the past; and every now and then there is a "present" that will become a memory when it becomes past too!:-)


    Fine write. And congrats on crossing 300 too!

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  37. And hey, I am going to do that tag (though you haven't invited me to.lol). I am sure your repletion of readers thinks otherwise when you say your write-ups are silly. For yours truly (at least), they make a lot of otherwise sadness - and/or ennui-filled days.

    Keep them coming!

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  38. Nostalgic and funny.. i live in the same house whr i was born.. so many renovation done still its the same old floor and same ceiling

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  39. chrizzz... so sorry.. i see i've missed sum really good posts in ur blog :) am back now..

    btw.. my first house.. i remember sittin wit ma dad and looking thru a cauliflower to find a worm :P and later finding one in it too!!! big black one! yuck! i was 3

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