Memories, Unplugged!

Dr Monika Chugh New Delhi, India,
Dr Monika Chugh

Dr.Monika Chugh

Aah, THOSE DAYS! Growing up, memories unfold. Early morning hush hush, I remember mom’s hot sizzling chai, Parle G biscuits ( not cookies as the new gen calls them now ), crisp and crusty toast smeared with Amul butter, getting ready for school, backpack on the shoulder and rushing out to the bus stop to catch the school bus. How can I forget my big round chunky glasses with my eyeballs sticking out trying to capture the world.

My absolutely short boy cut hair which I thought made me look real chic. The long, perfectly creased fully covered tunic lower than the knees with shining and polished black shoes. Well, that was the prim and proper dress code, no escape. Chitter chatter in the bus, but I had my science text book in my hands, precisely Organic Chemistry, trying to cram the equations which I never got the hang of! Trying to nail down each step in my brain, after all I had to ace my test.

Back home and mom’s fresh home made lunch with roti, sabzi, daal, raita and fruit, not forgetting achaar ( till date I cannot eat without the spice element in my food ). Finish up homework, prepare for any upcoming tests and off to spending some time outdoors. Chupan chupai, kho kho, pithoo all those unforgettable games we used to play and how we used to cheat creating quarrels as though we were on a battleground! Whoa, the electricity just cuts off, yay, more time to play now!

Dad coming back home on his Bajaj scooter, helmet on his head, briefcase on the side, which slowly progressed to the gray Ambassador, green Fiat and finally the sleek and silky blue Maruti. Chai time again, with the maid in the kitchen helping mom getting the dinner ready. Being a family of six we had a simple rule, all sit on the table and enjoy the simple yet luxurious sumptuous meal.

Entertainment time on weekdays was Doordarshan channel, Krishi Darshan, news and how much I used to wait for Wednesday to watch my favorite bollywood music program Chitrahar. Sunday was a heavy brunch, mom massaging the head with coconut oil and the entire family flocked to see the episode of Ramayana and Mahabharata. There was absolute pin drop silence in the neighborhood, not even the sabziwala screaming on top of his lungs, as all were glued to the remoteless television.

Dining out and shopping was a rare treat on the weekends, it never crossed the mind as we were content in our cozy homes. However, a trip to Nirula’s for their mouth watering toothy ice cream, delectable pizzas and juicy burgers has surely left a strong mark on my taste buds. Late night idle talks in our balcony, peeling oranges and munching them away under the stars used to be the highlight for us siblings sharing our most hidden secrets like digging skeletons in the closet.

Summer vacations were super long and boring but we never complained or whined. Did we have options? Not really! Warm sultry days, getting up late, filling up our bellies with all the fatty greasy parathas, mango milk shake, reading, crafting, filling up the cooler with bucket full of water, spending weeks with cousins and grandparents and land up coming back home with some cash in our pockets secretly given by uncles and aunts. Those were some classic days that have left durable imprints on our hearts.

Dr Monika Chugh New Delhi, India,
Dr Monika Chugh

Fast forward, life has become very fast paced where we are racing against time. We have so much yet our platter is hollow and barren. We have a brain chock full of knowledge yet judge over and above. Sky scrapers touching the sky, funneled with highways, speeding cars yet tunneled and narrow thinking. Money in our pockets yet mind boggles shoving out for charity. Meditative centers to cleanse our disturbed soul yet mind is anguished and disquieted. Computers, internet, social media, automobiles, jets, remotes yet at a sluggish pace crawling towards an inconsequential life. Social element reaching it’s peak yet no authentic relationships to latch on.

Where did we go wrong? Did we forget what this universe had gifted us? Did we get sidetracked? Did the wheels get off the tracks? What happened after all? Love, peace, harmony, passion, accord, devotion, empathy and tolerance seem to have been forever lost in between the cracks.

COVID-19 strikes, lock down happens and we all are quarantined. Life takes a dramatic and theatrical turn. We get discombobulated with baffled feelings. One week at home may become months with a divergent lifestyle which we never imagined. The universe has reminded us of our deep roots and has given us a prodigious reminder to wake up! Open you eyes!

Flash Back, I am reminded of my time growing up as an ideal family. Musing over, reminiscing the old days gives me goose bumps as I am faintly aware where I went wrong, what I ignored in a blink, what I gave a cold shoulder to and what I was oblivious to with open eyes.

Cooking all day brings out the lost forgotten worldly chef in me, cleaning the mess, doing the extra pile of laundry makes me value my cleaners a lot more, unable to get myself pampered for my skin, hair, nails makes me comfortable looking at myself in the mirror, watching old television shows reminds me of the golden times enjoying with family, playing monopoly with my kids tells me I am not that old after all and taking long walks connects me with myself and the universe.

Is it worth it? Yes absolutely!

Just watching the kids bond, listening to their boisterous chats, resolving their tantrums, getting those extra cuddly social distance hugs, sipping the perfect Dalgona hot coffee in my most treasured cup made by my daughter, sending an angry late night text to my son like a lunatic mom to lower his volume while playing video games in the middle of the night and turning off the kitchen lights after the midnight snacks only makes me smile mutely! I am as silent and still as a mouse but my heart has a surge of powerful and turbulent emotions. These are not normal times but I am normal after the latent periods of me burying my head in the sand.

Will this earth heal, most definitely! Will the path of life change? Yes, it will for some and maybe not for some. Latch on to these priceless memories which are worth as a king’s ransom, don’t let them melt away without a trace.

Life will revert back soon, but will we be normal, the new normal or succumb to the disguised us again? Think about it!

Love, peace & blessings! 

About the Author

Dr. Monika Chugh, resident of Fremont for 26 years was born and raised in New Delhi, India, and the Middle East. She has practiced for more than 20 years and is a graduate of New England College of Optometry, Boston. Married and a mother of 2 kids she considers her family as her biggest treasure. Compassion, tenderness and gratitude are attributes that she believes are essential for any healthy relationship. Monika is an active blogger and writes regularly on Monika’s Affirmations where she shares her life experiences and perspective on various topics. A nature lover, fitness/yoga enthusiast, in her free time you will often find her learning new karaoke Bollywood songs or in a cafe sipping coffee and working on her writing.

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