The Two Painful years of Nagpur in Childhood.

Chacha was not stable with his job in years 1963-64 he was literally hopping places to places as per wishes of the employers. Bhabhi (Mother) the name was popular because of all Chachas calling her Bhabhi used to live at Gwaliar with Nanhe Mama that is why I was kept at Nagpur with Umesh Chacha – Chachi for education and that was the time from when Bebi always was with Dadda – Bhabi till her marriage in Balaghat.

I was given admission in the 5th standard of Hindi Bhashi Sangh High School, Santara Market, Nagpur. The classes used be in the morning and the whole day used to be free I did join some kind of Mandals where physical education was thought, yes I was member of scout for couple of years.

Marriage of Umesh Chacha in 1962, Taujee and Girish Chachas coinciding marriage in 1964. The Shankar Vilas Ganesh Mandals of Nagpur accompanying Girish Chacha in the open baghghi till Darampeth in the marriage, the Ambhazari and Telan khedi Gardens, Maharaj Bangh the since of Nahrujee crying after Lata Mangeshkar song of “Aai Mere Vatan ke Logo” in Dhanvate Rang Mandir, The Geeta Mandir the swimming tank adjacent to Geeta Mandir where Dinesh Chacha taught be Swimming. The heroism of Dinesh Chacha, the half lemon story of Girish Chacha keeping it balance with Chachi to be used for his next meals the memories are endless but the most Painful was to miss parents company.

To add to Nagpur’s memories are being turned away by gate keeper of Variety Talkies at Variety Chowk to see Sangam picture as it was an adult movie The hairstyle of Devanand in Guide Cinema of “Fugga” at the front which every body used to try along with humming of famous songs of “Door Gagan Ki Chav me” of Kishor Kumar, Geet Gaya Pattharo Ne, the first film of ever green Jeetendra any was jin 1965 when Chacha settled at Nainpur of Mandala District of M.P. we all accept Bebi shifted to Nainpur for further education and it was the golden era when the childhood gradually turns in to adolescence very like an earthen pot being given shape when the soil is wet by the parents and the teachers the memories of Nainpur in next blog.