12 years ago my parents moved to a new place. The place is near to the high hills with dense forest. The road was not paved and it was water everywhere. The house in which we took two room for rent was huge with marble floors. Never really got a chance to be in that kind of big house before. We had a small piece of land of our own there. I always wondered why we came this far leaving behind all those friends and my playground. After six months of stay at that huge house we then moved to our own house with a single flat only. I was very new to the place. The place had no telephone line, no channels to watch except Kantipur and Nepal television. Slowly Friends were made and a new era of my life begun.
We used to have friendly match with the students of Rehdon School. Once we couldn’t play on the ground we used to. There was heavy rainfall and it was all muddy. Then the search for new ground begun. It was that time when this place used to have 8 or 9 houses in some square miles. Then we found a playable ground near our house. It was surrounded by huge walls in all side but a little inlet at eastern side. It was truly amazing that we never saw that place before. The ground was surrounded by tall grasses but none at the middle pitch. Then we started our game there. I can still remember the particular day very well. 100 metres from the house and recently found. Was kinda’ like fairy tale.
There was a furniture shop at northeastern side but lots of open area for the games. And also that was the time when I used to be 4feet tall. The grounds was popularly called as “Bisteys’ baari”. Bista is the last name of the owner.
Holiday!!!!!! Clock hits 7am. Eyes open itself and some sips of tea. Run to the ground. If the friends were already there, straight the teams were built and match was on. If no friends were gathered then walk to the every friends’ house and the loud thunderous beating on the gate yelling out their names. Since there was load shading every time, never really pushed the bell. Most of the time friend yelled out from inside of their houses that they will be out soon but sometimes it was their mom. Athletics were then shown by us.
Except for the breakfast and lunch, we never showed our face in the house. Why would we? Neither there was electricity nor any fun activities to do. Study?? Who really cared at that time? All we ever cared was how to collect money for cricket balls. None of us had the fair face as it was all sun and dirt.
There was a house of retired Army Colonel just behind the ground. Only a road and the wall was separating us from the house. Both the wife and husband were very grumpy. Everytime the ball jumped inside their yard, it was our balls’ funeral. Only problem we had at that was this Colonel and his dog. We also had two brothers who used to climb walls like a pro thieves. If the dog was chained, there was no problemo. The brothers also used to pick fruits from the garden and give it to us. Later on the Colonel discovered and it was paradise for dog.
In the evening time when the cool breeze hit our dry face, we used to stop play and have some talks about sports and current affairs. There were some elder brothers who used to share their adult life. Naughty talks about girls and sex. Since the age was just 14/15, these kind of talk were of great attraction. The way they used to tell these things were awesome.
As my age progressed, lots of houses were built and lots of new people flooded. After completetion of high school all of us got scattered. The elder brothers were already to foreign countries, some got married. As I am writing this, some elders are bathing their 2/3 years old child. My compadres also went to different colleges. Some went to engineering college, some medical, agriculture, IT and some to foreign countries. New responsibilities were now on the shoulders. So those daily routines were hanged.
But the heart never really agreed. Since I was not the lonely kind, couldn’t really pass my time just being at home. There is internet and 100s of channels to watch. But the mind was in continuous motion on what to do what not to. Of all those friends only one is still here named Sabin (most of others are in hostels). Then we both used to go to the ground and play with new bunch of kids. Within few months the furniture house got destroyed. Bull dozer was on the ground. All ground was levelled. Otherwise there were different sizes of playground for different purposes (mainly two were there; for cricket and for football). There were no tears but the feeling was…………..dont know…….word yet to be discovered. The very ground that helped us grow, gave us friends, where we wrestle, where we did athletics, where we defeated those Rehdon guys and enjoy like we won the world cup. Everything was rolled and buried that day. Whole ground got plotted.
Now I’m 21. Still I and Sabin are always there at the evening. We, mostly be at side of the ground have talks like we used to have before. No houses are yet built there but no big area for the games. Only a volleyball is played. 30 people gather there but I know none of them. All the new peoples are flooding day by day. An era of ours has gone with all beautiful memories.
But the next generation kids also show their face sometimes and play in small area. But there is no harmony like we used to have. For them videogame and outdoor games are same. It’s not like they don’t have talkings. They do. But on the topics like Mini Militia and Clash Of Clans. In my time I used to be aside of elder guys to listen to their funny moments. But nowadays all they ask is which clan I am in, which level on this game. The time is changing.
Listening to my fathers and grandfathers experience I didn’t have as fun as them. Same will be told by me to my Youngers. Only thing I want is that people don’t lock themselves inside their homes. Internets will show others memories and entertainment will be there. But I can assure that memory of your own is much entertaining and awesome. We also need something to tell our grandchildren.
“I spent my time on internet boy.” This can’t be the answer these children want to answer to their grandchildren on future.
present status of playground with a volleball court……….