Mottai Madi (The Terrace)
Mottai Madi... Mottai Madi... Oru Love Story.. Love Story....
Chennaites would have grown up hearing this song....
Yes It is a Love Story.... I remember..... I Love my Mottai Madi (The terrace) ...
We as children used to love the Mottai Madi (The Terrace)....
Particularly for a child lived in Chennai or any other Metros would agree this....
It was freedom to go to the terrace...
It was our playground...
It was our dream place...
it was our stage to perform the movie stories..
It was a place where Puranas and epics were staged...
We had heroes and heroines... Costumes were never difficult... We arrange it in no time...
it was our laboratory and we did lot of experiments, like putting a fly in a bottle and seeing how much time it survived..
It was our Kitchen... Artificial food used to be cooked with mud, leaves and water and served.... and we were so contented eating it....
Many kites we flew from this space of expansion... The process of coating the thread for flying the kites was a big preparation... Experts do it and we watch ... We were assisting sincerely and wanted to have those skills.. some day....
Loneliness and frustrations... All end there....
Fights and Big Compromises happen there....
Celebrations were planned, executed and experienced there....
Some come with the excuse of studying and enjoyed there....
Just looking in to the sky and lying down there ... there is/was no heaven on earth...
All the kids and elders from all the houses come to the terrace in the dawn...
Eat there in the moon light...
And in very hot days.... used to sleep there...
Wow... we as kids were very happy and we play till late night...
Waking up in the morning to the view of sky and sun.... Unforgettable...
Oh Mottai Madi... The heaven on the earth...
And when it rains... Rushing to the road (no it was prohibited...)
Rush to the terrace(that was also prohibited.. but sometimes we skip in to it with the excuse we will not get wet...)
The Chillies, Rice and many times some eatables will be kept for drying...
We steal and eat them joyfully (of course the eatables)....
It was our hide to run away from mother's punishment...
Everyday number of times we used to climb up there...
to experience that expansion... which that 8*8 room could not give...
Mottai Madi was the place of caring and sharing...
Any thing we get from house we hide and take it to Mottai Madi and share and sometime to show off..
Many stories were shared there.. many were created there..
Anybody gets hitting from the parents... they will allotted a private space in the open space.. Caring... we care.. counsel.. console.. and we love...
In teenage...
We experienced our initial experiences of adultery there...
Looking at the opposite girl's house and waiting for her to come up...
Do a combined study or study in the respective mottai madis...
Playing cricket and hitting to next mottai madi and asking the girl to throw it back or using that excuse and going there..
Cloth Drying can be a chapter in the biopic of the Mottai Madi..
The girl at the opposite house will come once to hang the clothes.. but our hearts gets hanged there ...
Then she will come again to turn the clothes...It turns us around..,,
Then to check it is dried or not.... we would have dried in the hot sun waiting for her...
But watching the clothes hanging there itself was worth watching for few hours...
And at last in the evening to collect them back...
Painful.. Separation...
We could only see tomorrow...
Said are no words.. Unsaid are volumes... Many Soft corners in many mottai madis were maintained...
I learned to wear lungi there...
I looked at growing moustcahe/beard and was proud from there...
And many more unexplainable experiences has happened there...
That is why mottai madi is a heaven.. again and again....
Ha ha... Life it was... Living it was...Pleasure it was... Pain it was...
Hiding and watching others Mottai Madis were another pleasure...
All secret things used to happen in this open space... that is the beauty...
We never had security guards to monitor during this time ...
Our greatest disturbances ...
Mothers sit there in the evenings and chat their heart out...
Fathers sit there with the news paper as if they are studying for a exam...
Anyway i don;t think anyone has ever passed a exam studying in a mottai madi..
So many distractions...
Many Love stories started there... Many were crushed there ... Many became one there.. Many got separated there ...
We have helped many as children... We were helped by many as adults...
There were signals used if we were going to the mottai madi.. If that sound is heard.. we know so and so has gone up there..
Lovers have unique signals.. there was no sms.. we had to rely upon manual sounds...
Mottai Madi... Mottai Madi...
Clothes fly there...
Kites fly there...
Minds fly there..
Hearts fly there...
And now my memories are flying there....
While i am writing this i am in chennai and i am thrilled to go and visit the Mottai Madi, my childhood heaven...
Hope they have not changed/demolished it... because the child in me is still living there..
My request to all.. Please preserve all mottai madis ... And when the kids grow they want to come and experience it.. with tears... with memories...
Feelings Flow... No Order.. Memories Flow.. No Order... Dreams flow.. No Order... So are my words.. they flow... No Order...
Chennaites would have grown up hearing this song....
Yes It is a Love Story.... I remember..... I Love my Mottai Madi (The terrace) ...
We as children used to love the Mottai Madi (The Terrace)....
Particularly for a child lived in Chennai or any other Metros would agree this....
It was freedom to go to the terrace...
It was our playground...
It was our dream place...
it was our stage to perform the movie stories..
It was a place where Puranas and epics were staged...
We had heroes and heroines... Costumes were never difficult... We arrange it in no time...
it was our laboratory and we did lot of experiments, like putting a fly in a bottle and seeing how much time it survived..
It was our Kitchen... Artificial food used to be cooked with mud, leaves and water and served.... and we were so contented eating it....
Many kites we flew from this space of expansion... The process of coating the thread for flying the kites was a big preparation... Experts do it and we watch ... We were assisting sincerely and wanted to have those skills.. some day....
Loneliness and frustrations... All end there....
Fights and Big Compromises happen there....
Celebrations were planned, executed and experienced there....
Some come with the excuse of studying and enjoyed there....
Just looking in to the sky and lying down there ... there is/was no heaven on earth...
All the kids and elders from all the houses come to the terrace in the dawn...
Eat there in the moon light...
And in very hot days.... used to sleep there...
Wow... we as kids were very happy and we play till late night...
Waking up in the morning to the view of sky and sun.... Unforgettable...
Oh Mottai Madi... The heaven on the earth...
And when it rains... Rushing to the road (no it was prohibited...)
Rush to the terrace(that was also prohibited.. but sometimes we skip in to it with the excuse we will not get wet...)
The Chillies, Rice and many times some eatables will be kept for drying...
We steal and eat them joyfully (of course the eatables)....
It was our hide to run away from mother's punishment...
Everyday number of times we used to climb up there...
to experience that expansion... which that 8*8 room could not give...
Mottai Madi was the place of caring and sharing...
Any thing we get from house we hide and take it to Mottai Madi and share and sometime to show off..
Many stories were shared there.. many were created there..
Anybody gets hitting from the parents... they will allotted a private space in the open space.. Caring... we care.. counsel.. console.. and we love...
In teenage...
We experienced our initial experiences of adultery there...
Looking at the opposite girl's house and waiting for her to come up...
Do a combined study or study in the respective mottai madis...
Playing cricket and hitting to next mottai madi and asking the girl to throw it back or using that excuse and going there..
Cloth Drying can be a chapter in the biopic of the Mottai Madi..
The girl at the opposite house will come once to hang the clothes.. but our hearts gets hanged there ...
Then she will come again to turn the clothes...It turns us around..,,
Then to check it is dried or not.... we would have dried in the hot sun waiting for her...
But watching the clothes hanging there itself was worth watching for few hours...
And at last in the evening to collect them back...
Painful.. Separation...
We could only see tomorrow...
Said are no words.. Unsaid are volumes... Many Soft corners in many mottai madis were maintained...
I learned to wear lungi there...
I looked at growing moustcahe/beard and was proud from there...
And many more unexplainable experiences has happened there...
That is why mottai madi is a heaven.. again and again....
Ha ha... Life it was... Living it was...Pleasure it was... Pain it was...
Hiding and watching others Mottai Madis were another pleasure...
All secret things used to happen in this open space... that is the beauty...
We never had security guards to monitor during this time ...
Our greatest disturbances ...
Mothers sit there in the evenings and chat their heart out...
Fathers sit there with the news paper as if they are studying for a exam...
Anyway i don;t think anyone has ever passed a exam studying in a mottai madi..
So many distractions...
Many Love stories started there... Many were crushed there ... Many became one there.. Many got separated there ...
We have helped many as children... We were helped by many as adults...
There were signals used if we were going to the mottai madi.. If that sound is heard.. we know so and so has gone up there..
Lovers have unique signals.. there was no sms.. we had to rely upon manual sounds...
Mottai Madi... Mottai Madi...
Clothes fly there...
Kites fly there...
Minds fly there..
Hearts fly there...
And now my memories are flying there....
While i am writing this i am in chennai and i am thrilled to go and visit the Mottai Madi, my childhood heaven...
Hope they have not changed/demolished it... because the child in me is still living there..
My request to all.. Please preserve all mottai madis ... And when the kids grow they want to come and experience it.. with tears... with memories...
Feelings Flow... No Order.. Memories Flow.. No Order... Dreams flow.. No Order... So are my words.. they flow... No Order...
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