My “civic spirit” started at an early age of four..
This incident happened as a part of the infamous “oor adi” between our village and a neighbouring village… I think it was around 1994, I’m not sure..
This is about a mini-war between two villages… Everyone participated despite being unaware of the reason behind the war..Five men were killed and the impact is still there..
Men – the actual soldiers in the battlefield
Women – helped in collecting weapons and stones for pelting
Kids – had fun… Yeah, we little kids literally enjoyed those days.. Our schools were shut and we had our best holidays..
The actual scene
Luckily my dad was working abroad.. The actual fight scene was like this:
“Men from our village gather in the main-road with their weapons.. The same scene in the opposite village.. When both the groups are ready, the church bell rings.. With a roaring sound, the two groups run towards each other and the fight starts..”
I was a big fan of that roaring sound.. We, kids and ladies, stayed at home with doors closed.. We used to see through gaps between doors..We could just see people running with weapons..
I remember nagging my mom” mummy mummy, when will the next bell ring?? Fight epo start aagum?? ”
As the war started to intensify, people started fleeing from the village.. My mom fled to a nearby village.. I found refuge at my mootha mummy’s house.. My hubby just said, he fled to his granny’s hometown and had a good time with his cousins..
The deserted village was looted by the opponents.. We lost some furniture and my mom’s silk sarees..
My cute story
Just like Jack-Rose love story in the movie Titanic, this cute incident happened amongst the tragedy(No..not a love story!!)
The fight was about to start, just a few minutes left for the church bell to ring.. I was missing!!!! OMG!! my mom’s only child was not around… She started crying and searching for me..
Ladies were busy collecting stones for pelting.. My mom continued her search and stopped near the church.. Her tears turned into tears of happiness..
Yeah, I was there, among the stone-collecting ladies.. I was seen collecting small stones that my tiny hands could hold.. I collected as much pellets as possible in my skirt and dropped in the bucket filled with bigger stones… Ahhh!!! What a proud and self-satisfied look!!!
My mom held me tight and kissed me.. She still enacts this incident… Actually she injected this memory into my brain..She narrated it several times that I still remember it…