Under the tamarind tree endless games are played with bits of pot shards and stones and leaves and flowers. Meals are cooked,
marriages, pregnancies (complete with a pillow stuffed under the dress), births
and deaths happen. Elaborate jewellery is made of weeds and flowers. The little
boys beg to be included in the games and are usually given secondary roles like
attendants.
Henna leaves are collected, ground and applied on hands. The boys also love putting henna designs on their palms.
Henna leaves are collected, ground and applied on hands. The boys also love putting henna designs on their palms.
The children make ‘parani’
to apply on their hands. This is made by mixing kumkum with jaggery distillate
or coconut shell distillate. To make the distillate two pots are taken. Jaggery
or coconut shells are kept in one pot, and a small vessel is balanced over the
jaggey or coconut shell pieces, into which the distillate will collect. A
second pot is placed over the first and the joint is sealed with cowdung. The
fire is lit, and some water is poured into the second pot. The ‘gas’ keeps
trying to escape from cracks in the cowdung, and the cracks are constantly
resealed. After awhile the distillate collects in the vessel in the lower pot.
The cowdung seal is removed and the the distillate taken out. This is mixed
with kumkum and applied with a stick on
their hands, making various designs. This colour lasts for two to three days.
The jaggery parani is preferred as the paint on the hand does not crack as in
the case of that made with coconut shells. But coconut shells are easy to procure
by scouring ‘dibbas’.
Dibbas are heaps where people dump their cowdung and kitchen waste to later use
as manure. Children search here for the coconut shells! Boys and girls apply
parani and henna.
The
girl children all pierce their noses too. By
ten years most have their noses peirced. They all want to, and the
pricking is done locally by some adult with the thorn of the naagadaru (Opuntia monacantha) cactus. The pain is manfully borne ! The girls pluck flowers and string them together and wear
them. The little ones learn to tie flowers from the slightly older ones. They
first learn the noru kattu
or mouth knot, in which they hold the
thread in their mouth as they tie, then the kaal kattu or foot knot where the toe is used, and
then the chei kattu
or hand knot done with the hand. The maanmalli (Millingtonia hortensis) tree
flowers in season and carpets the floor with sweet smelling white flowers. The
children collect these and twist them into a string to make garlands.
During
the rains water lilies appear in the pools of water. The children string the
stems together and make chains of them. There is ‘lipstick kaaya’, fruits of
the bachchalachettu creeper, which has fruits which are crushed and rubbed over
the lips for a bright redness. There is also a flower they call ‘lipstick
poovu’ that they use to crush and rub over their lips for colour. The children
chew wild tulsi (Ocimum sanctum) and
bark of tangedu (Cassia auriculata)
to acquire a red mouth looking as if betel leaf has been chewed.
Children
sing a song to antlions, a small, brown insect that burrows in the loose mud
asking it 'Kundelu raave, maa amma kakkalu techinde raave’, meaning ‘Rabbit
won’t you come ? My mother has brought snacks, won’t you come?, or ‘Kundelu rave,
maa amma pilichindi raave’ meaning ‘Rabbit
won’t you come ? My mother calls you, won’t you come?’) There used to be
another big black bettle they would tie to a string and call its buzz a
helicopter.
Climbing
trees and collecting fruits is a continuous part of life. Children prepare a
‘dhoti’ by firmly tying a small stick to
the upper end of a long one and use it to hook fruits from the highest
branches.
Jyothi, now a young lady of 19, when she was eight or
nine years of age spent entire days through the whole summer under the seema
chinta tree (Pithecellobium dulce)
outside our house, singing songs to the parrot on it and asking it to
drop the fruits. The peak sun through the afternoon would not deter her or the
parrot. The parrot would drop her many fruits.
V beautiful and soberly written ... Refreshing Truly!
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