Upside of power cuts
Not so long ago, life was simpler. Power cuts raise a sweat today but back then as children we would desperately look forward to the late evening routine in summer. Incredulous as it may sound to some today, but yes we really did. Swati Goel Sharma writes.punjab Updated: Jun 08, 2013 09:38 IST
Not so long ago, life was simpler. Power cuts raise a sweat today but back then as children we would desperately look forward to the late evening routine in summer. Incredulous as it may sound to some today, but yes we really did. This was years before a run through the friends' Facebook profiles replaced post-dinner walks in the street outside.
Power cuts were erratic and occurred without notice. Frankly, this only increased their worth in our eyes. We would be eating, and all of a sudden, darkness would engulf us. There would be a rush for candles, matchboxes and even lanterns. At the risk of sounding dated, I admit this would happen even in my twenties. It was before inverters ceased to be a luxury.
We would rush with the remaining food and leap out of the house into the street, leaving it for mother to struggle with the leftovers and dishes in the candle light.
A late evening power cut did for us what a mobile messenger does for kids today - send an instant mass message. As if on cue, an entire gang of children would gather at a point in the neighbourhood, jubilant, ecstatic, and impatient for the fun to begin.
In the dim light of the moon and stars, we would play hide-n-seek, chor-police, pakdam-pakdai, statue, hopscotch and many more of such indigenous and dying outdoor fun games that urgently need documentation. If it was too dark, antakshari was the best bet.
Sometimes, we would huddle around grandmother, a star storyteller in her own right. Looking back, I guess she must have also yearned for power cuts. When the UPS beeped to death and the television was reduced to a mere box, she felt more at home. Her world would come alive.
We would play as long as the cut went on, no questions asked. With no tab on the deadline, we would lose ourselves in grandma's fables, leaving it for the power department to decide when the fun would end. The moment the power supply returned, a loud cheer would go up. "Aa gayiiii!" we would shout as the houses lit up, all at once. The games, at whichever stage, would stop and we would scurry back home.
"A cut tomorrow evening too," was our goodnight wish and the power department never failed us, particularly in the peak of summer.
Come to think of it, the power cuts brought us closer as a family, as neighbours and as a community. They forced us to drop the material for a while and handle stillness. They made our thoughts wander and let our imagination fly.
But wait. Am I going too far? Probably not. In the virtual world today, desperate questions on 'how to survive a power cut' are all over with saintly suggestions to netizens, including one asking them to "look inwards for happiness". As for me, I am the master of the game.
First Published: Jun 08, 2013 09:37 IST