Sunday, March 10, 2013

Saturdays and the sound of squirrel

Munching squirrel!

Until reading Keith’s post on ‘my favorite sound on earth’ I didn't had much thought about sounds that are my favorite. Just before started to write this post (on Saturday afternoon), I was hearing the shrill of squirrel somewhere from the nearby trees and this sound always set my mood somewhere into the past. I could recollect a couple of moments as series from past which has relationship between Saturday and squirrel. Both were a phases took place in my childhood and age less than 12.

My father, holding great devotion toward gods, usually takes us to the Pillaiyar Kovil and Anantha Padmanabha Swami Temple near Adyar junction in the neighborhood. And just about a km from home, he used to take us in his bike or sometime walkabout. It used to be our first outing on weekends being Saturday morning; the priests in the Pillaiyar temple were so familiar with us since father never misses visiting their temple then on Saturdays. (The stories where different after shifting home to another area (Thiruvanmyuir) seven years before)

Even he occasionally visits the Adyar Pillaiyar temple, he never miss going to temple on Saturdays still.  Thankfully there’s a Pillaiyar temple at our street end, so he doesn’t needed to traveling 4km to worship his favorite god always. Unlike the Adyar Pillaiyar temple that stood on the middle of the road by splitting a lane, and got disturbed by both sides of passing vehicles; the Padmanabha Swami Temple lies quiet few meters away from there.

I always enjoyed visiting Padmanabha Swami temple, since it has a spacious corridor and courtyard and very less people visited then, we take it as advantage to experience our liberty.  I really liked placing the lord’s headgear (which is a practice in all Perumal temples, to place or make touch our head with a silver headgear, similar to the one on god’s head); even they keep it only for a second, I look for one more time and I don’t know why but I liked it then. I also like having the holy water they drop on the extended palm which taste delicious.

In this temple the lord was seen on a lying position.  Behind the main shrine and on the corridor, there’s an Almond tree and it is where I used to hear the squirrel squeaking and they even run across the corridor leaving their calls behind. To my knowledge it is where I first saw squirrels, to be chased by me. Another place I used to hear the squirrel calling was where I studied tuition, a street away from us.  And she’s was an Anglo-Indian women who took tuition for me and another girl on her own interest and I need to acknowledge, only because of her my English improved much better.

I attended tuition for my fourth and fifth standards to her and she lived in the first floor of an apartment on a dead end street. Almost isolated from noise disturbance, she lived alone with a servant maid aid and occasionally her uncle or aunt visits her. Unlike the weekdays where I usually go to her house in evening, after coming from school, on Saturdays I visit her in morning the time close to our present at temple. Here I hear only the shrill of squirrels rather seeing them in action inside the temple premises. Every time I hear the sound of squirrel I couldn’t avoid touching those memories in mind. 

17 comments:

Indrani said...

Pleasant sounds are stress relievers. Great shot of the squirrel.

ladyfi said...

What great memories - and all from the sound of squirrels.

That shot is a great one too!

Optimistic Existentialist said...

Padmanabha Swami temple really sounds like an interesting place to visit. Thank you for the mention by the way. I have heard the shrill of a squirrel many times hiking in the woods!

TexWisGirl said...

love these pleasant memories that come from the squeak of a squirrel. your tutor sounds like she had a great impact on your learning.

Devilish Angel said...

Some childhood memories wont go away from our thoughts...

Destination Infinity said...

I have seen many squirrels around my house and sometimes inside my house as well. But they run fast and hence I would not be able to catch them! Even these days I see them sometimes, outside. We are lucky to have such abundant life-forms around us :)

Destination Infinity

Arti said...

Such beautiful memories from the childhood pages. Those small little things that we experience in our childhood give us so much joy when recollected at a later stage in life. The photo of the squirrel is gorgeous :)

Ramakrishnan Ramanathan said...

Squirrels are such gentle & charming creatures of nature - the very picture of shyness & innocence.

Namrata said...

Squirrels...hmm...They always make a quirkier sound that can fill heart...I love them too. :)

Rajesh said...

Beautiful memories, one always cherishes such memories.

Krishna said...

Nostalgic memories

thanks

Renu said...

childhood memories are always beautiful.

Dawn said...

Oh my ... I used to have two of them as pet. I had rescued them. But yes squirrel are rare scene here....they call them chipmunk :)
Nicely written you brought my childhood memories back :)
Thanks dear!

Pattu Raj said...

A lovely post Jeevan. Who cannot like those naughty little fellows. They screech all the time near my windows too. We have plenty of stuff to keep them occupied. I see whole lot of them going up and down the coconut trees.

This is the pleasure we enjoy, for choosing to live in a quiet area away from the city's bustle.

Aren't we all so lucky!!!

Ponniyinselvan/karthikeyan said...

sweet old memories.

eden said...

Wow..great capture of the squirrel.

Jeremy said...

What a lovely squirrel and a great photo!