”Gande kapde neeche phenk do.” Amma with high of her voice would order me to throw down the clothes that now need to be washed. She was regular, disciplined in her act so much that the days when she wouldn’t ask for my clothes, I would check if the washing machine is working fine. Washing clothes was never so easy for Amma. I still remember the days when our first washing machine came to our house. It was my birthday and papa had given it as a gift to me. “What will I do with it?” I had said to him and he said, “Use it.”
The washing machine was prepared for a war that it had to fight for all the weekdays. Its enemies trained in special bunkers to cause massive destruction to the image of washing machine.
Every Sunday was the D-Day. Amma and papa would wake up early, taking out clothes from every nook and corner of the house. The school shirts, ties, socks, curtains, bedsheets. Nobody was spared. They all laid helplessly in huge piles.
Amma used to wash clothes in batches. White clothes, colored clothes, discolored clothes and even the foot mats.
We had that top loading washing machines in which you had do everything yourself. Filling up the water, putting in the detergent, twisting the neck of shirts. Everything but the wash which sometimes was not even visible. Amma separated those clothes. I will wash them when I will have a bath. She would say and continue her fight with the machine.
Peeeee!, the machine would sound, telling Amma and all our neighbours that the first batch of washed clothes was ready. Amma would gradually take them out, check if they are spotless, wash them under a running tap over a bucket full of water, completely immersed in that water, her clothes begging her to stop. But she wouldn’t. Until all the clothes were done with.
We would quickly bring buckets to carry the done clothes to hang them to dry. Sometimes it happened that the rope broke under the pressure. But Amma wouldn’t. All those clothes she would wash again, without any word, without any complain.
The drier of the washing machine had surrendered long ago, even before we knew what its use was. When we found out that it was to be used after washing the clothes, our wallets had become lighter in weight. “Who needs a drier when we can dry them in the sun. Natural light is the best.” Amma would say and papa would bring two more buckets. “These two are done. How many still remain.” He would ask. “Bas thode aur. Ap jaiye, main dal dungi.” she would say. “Accha” papa would say and go back to his Sunday news, waiting patiently for the sound of machine.
I remember those days when Amma would keep on washing the clothes, every Sunday of the year, no season skipped, no fever skipped. We never realised what Amma and Papa went through while using the machine until the day when we started washing them ourselves.
It is said that great wars are fought over the grounds of a wish, a desire or maybe even an oath. The washing machine served us well. One Sunday it stopped working. We had taken them for granted. But now we could afford that shiny front loading washing they showed in the television. In which Bugs Bunny stuffed the hunter or Mr Bean who had a ride of lifetime.
After careful consideration, we got it for us.
The previous machine we had was very light. I could lift it up by myself. But this one was so heavy. I dared not to. The representative came the next day amidst all my excitement. I was alone at home that day. And I was so excited that I took him straight to the machine. And boy, he took so much time in unwrapping that beauty that stood in front of me. I and him, we two took out the machine and placed it where he directed. I watched him as he prepared the machine. That small pipe for inlet and that huge pipe for outlet. I was amazed seeing that artist perform Infront of me. He called me and explained me all the functions. “The clothes will come out dry.” He said. I was shocked. ” Matlab we don’t have to do anything.” “Yes, you don’t have to do anything, except putting in the clothes and taking them out. ” he said and left.
Amma came back from work and she could see the excitement on my face.” A gya machine vala. Chla di machine? ” she asked and I replied in affirmation.
Papa came in evening.” Zra tika toh lga do ispe.” he said.
And we had finally welcomed the machine in our family.
Today, when I see Amma washing clothes in the machine, I remember all those years of hardwork that she and papa did for us. We used to live in a rented 1 room flat, had nothing but the warmth of our relationship. But now, when I look around, I see their hardwork has grown from a seed to a beautiful tree. “Tum Dono Bhai hi toh hum dono ki mehnat ho”, they say whenever we all sit down together.
Life is tough. Living through it is even tougher. But there is some kind of divine force that helps you guide through it. It doesn’t provide you with a bed of roses, neither a bed of thorns. It keeps on giving you something or the another. It really falls on us to realise the potential of those things, those small little gestures, the fights, the celebrations.
After all, this life is all we got.
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That was a good read Harsh! It was lovely to know your Amma and papa’s story and the love they shared beautifully while raising you. Very true… even if you have nothing it’s the warmth of the relationship that matters and will do wonders. At my home weekends are mostly the laundry days but it’s done effortlessly by the husband. I hate doing laundry😠 as I don’t like the drying part. He prefers to hang up the clothes to be dried in the sun. I don’t like that. If I do laundry I always use the dryer… easy way out😉 But then hubby is not too happy about it stating “kyu paisa ghala rahi hai jab kapde free mein sookh sakte hain”😂
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Thank you Mona Ma’am. I am glad ki apko accha lga ise padh ke.
Hahaha, kya baat Sir toh bade sahi hain. And bda sahi logic diya unhone. 😂😂 say hi to him from my side.
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I will convey. Par kya firse ma’am😞 Chandigarh mein riwaj hai kya koi ma’am sir bulane ka?😂
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Nhi nhi yahan toh veerji kehte hain bade bhai ko. Sir, Ma’am toh maine apna chalaya hai Mona darling
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To mat chalao. Yaha first name basis pe log address karte hain. Even at workplaces. So kind of not used to it. 😉
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Vahan ap tu nhi hota na bas you hota hai isliye thoda odd lagta hoga na
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Hahaha ye kya tha😂😂 tu bhi Na…oh sorry…you bhi Na Harsh😂😂
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Hahaha, ab samjhe ap.
Birthday Party kaisi rhi.
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Dhamaal full on. It was amazing for kids. Using bahane hum bado ne bhi maze maar liye😀
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Arey nice.
Meri taraf se uske liye
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Thank you😃
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🙂
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I mean usi bahane. Oops typo
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Koi na main bhavnayon ko samajh gya tha. 😂
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Arey bhavnao ki to bol hi mat. I had to literally control my emotions after two pegs of mojito. But it was fun
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Daruuuuu 😈😈
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Lol!! Kyu tu nai peeta? I was just giving company to my friends😂😂
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Hahaha, arey nhi bahut sahi hai. Acchi baat hai. 😁
Main toh shareef baccha hun. 😂😂 vaise you know na a fact about punjabis.
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What’s that fact? That Punjabis are shareef?😉
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Yes, just like jalebi. 😂
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I know. Punjabis. I have never been in good terms with them. Not the sardars but the mona Punjabis. But can’t generalise based on my experience
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Punjabis are not only sardars. Punjab main rehne vala punjabi. Vaise usually they have high temper.
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Hahaha then you’ve never come across a bong’s temper. We don’t spare anybody if we are mad
….for once and all we finish everything😂😂
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Waise are you Punjabi? I thought you are from UP. I mean native
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Han I was born in Allahabad but never lived there. Pehle Delhi then now chandigarh. I consider myself a punjabi because jo aadatein ab hain na puri family main kisi ki nhi thi. 😂
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I guessed it right. It’s a different story that now you identify yourself as Punjabi but your native is in UP. I guessed from your name actually. Kumar harsh. Quite common among upites to write the surname first.
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Hanji, I lived there roughly for a year or two. I am more comfortable here than anywhere else.
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That’s human! My daughter identifies herself as a Singaporean not Indian😂😂
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Hahahaha hahahaha, yahan aegi toh she will be shocked. 😂
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Haan Na…😂😂
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Bilkul. Mom what’s that. Beta that’s a cow. 😂
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Hahaha. You won’t believe it but this is exactly what happened when I took her to India this year. She was like”mumma this place is like old Macdonald’s farm. You can find all the animals on the road!!”😱
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Hahahahahhaha, bechari. 😝
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Harsh you have almost put the laundry story of every Indian middle class home…I can very well relate to it. Nice read 🙂
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It’s Sunday today and I saw my mother sleeping today without any worries after so long. Everything just flashed back. I wanted to just share. I am glad that you could relate. Thank you so much for reading. ☺️
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Oh yes…i could absolutely relate to what you wrote. That’s such a good feeling to see your parents get the much needed relief from all the chores that earlier seemed never ending. So we can clearly see the positive side of technological advancement 🙂
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Definitely. Technology has been a bane for us, mostly for our parents. 😊
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Lol. Hilarious story. You are a great story teller, Harsh. I was actually laughing throughout. Calling amma and neighbors and then begging to stop.. 😅😅😅
Good one 😃
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Hahaha, thank you Miracle. I am glad you liked it. ☺️
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You are welcome. Why not give a try to Miracle Challenges. I’m sure you will have fun 😃
If you are interested, I will give you the link here. Or you can directly visit my blog and check the menus or get from my latest blog post ☺
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Sure Miracle. I will check them son.
Thank you.😊
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That’s great 😃
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Hi Devika, I am sorry your comment went into the spam folder. I just saw it. Thank you for nominating me. I will get to it soon.
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