Barring the period of war, my father had, in his own estimate, an idyllic childhood. Post-war, the schools had not yet opened, and being part of a large family, he was pretty much left to his own devices. Baba remembers with a twinge of nostalgia, running bare-feet on the streets and generally being the vagabond of the family, roaming around Singapore and returning only for his meals and when it started getting dark. It was therefore to the great disconcertment of his parents that it was realized, when finally schools re-opened, at the age of 7, that Baba did not know how to read, let alone know his alphabets or numbers. He was virtually tied down to a study table and given a crash course before being bundled off, kicking and screaming, to be admitted to Raffles school, Singapore's oldest and one of its more prestigious schools....not that my dad was in any way impressed by this. Torn away from his Huckberry Finn existence, he craved for his days of old dogs and worn-out shoes! So, when the opportunity arose, in the form of the Singapore Boy Scouts Association, to wander wild and free, he jumped at it!
One of the many tests a Boy Scout took was to travel across a certain region of Singapore from point A to point B, a journey which would take two days to complete. This was because Singapore was still a marshy wetland in many areas and the Scouts were to make this journey by foot. To Baba, nothing could be more perfect! He was teamed with another older boy and the two of them started off with great cameraderie. Baba recalls leaping through streams and jumping over rocks, stopping for swigs of water from their canteens and 'borrowing' rambutans from a nearby field to eat for lunch.
At dinner time, therefore, the two were pretty famished. Stopping at a suitable spot under a tree, they quickly gathered sticks and built a fire and his older comrade started preparing a meal in a saucepan of eggs and canned meat. After walking the whole day with just a few fruits in his belly, the food was perfect, even though it did taste a bit unfamiliar. After voraciously devouring the first few spoons, Baba paused to ask his friend what the meat was. The older boy, a Muslim, told him, "it's beef" and then clapped his hand over his forehead in sudden dismay! For Baba was Hindu and was not supposed to eat beef!!
It was the great moment of the Big Decision! To continue eating or to fling the 'unauspicious' bowl away and rinse his mouth with water to try and rid it off its "vile" contents!!
It was of course, a no-brainer! They still had another day before they reached civilization! Baba finished his meal and declared it great! That was the beginning of an era which involved exploration and experimentation with many different new foods. Even today, beef is one of Baba's favorite meat!


22 comments:
Hi, you have a wonderful and lovely blog. I'm glad I found you, through the wonderful Joanna Jenkins of the The Fifty Factor.
What a delightful story of your Father and family! You do tell them so well and I always look forward to them! Lots of fun smiles with this one, Roshni!
Have a lovely weekend!
Sylvia
How terribly sad for mother cow....
Ah my darling, when we are truly hungry, in every section of life, we will eat what fills us up.
Who cares what meat it is when you are famished?
Though I personally do not find beef very tasty and avoid it whenever I can, which is always.
If you are hungry enough you will eat anything. I no longer eat meat, but I did most of my life. It depends on the way you are raised. Meat was served for at least two meals a day when I was growing up.
Your posts are really great and I am learning so much. Thank you for a job well done.
@Ocean girl.... I'm so glad you visited! I love your blog too and I'm sure my dad would be happy to read it too!
@Aparna...well, probably a good thing! Its not that healthy, any way!
Another gem from your collection of stories about your family in earlier times! Wonderful narration!
LOL I can just imagine the shock little boy had when he realised life was not 1 big holiday & I can imagine the bigger shock the family had when they realised he cdnt read or write;-D
Ur father's story brought back a memory:-))
My husband lived with his grandparents in Kerala for the 1st 8 yrs of his life. They pampered him & let him have his way mostly. When his parents sent for him & tried to put him in 3rd std in Dubai they realise that he hardly knew his subjects. It was a big shock;-D. Since it happened 30 yrs back the school just put him in a class below & asked the parents to make sure he caught up.
Just imagine if something like this happened now;-))
Roshni, I am ghass phoos. A vegetarian.But each being to his taste.
Nice to come back
@Reflections...wow! Big change then..not only in terms of schooling but also city! Still, he was fine! Yes, I can imagine it not turning out too well now!!
That's a great story, Roshni. I have a Jewish friend who discovered lobster in a similar fashion: he was both aghast and enchanted and to this day has lobster once a year, "just to taste it".
Pearl
Your stories are just wonderful.
@Wendi...thank you!! I love your blog too...you tell such funny stories!
What incredible barefoot adventures - sounds like an ideal childhood!
Hey Roshni, I am doing good. How about you?
My little one is keeping me busy at the moment... :)
I just discovered your blog. Hello.
I just read this to my son and he is so excited to think about a life before schools! Thanks for sharing!
Thanks for sharing another great story. Baba's a wise one!
Great story, your blog is nice too.
What's that saying...hunger is the best seasoning.
Thanks for visiting, Missy, carma and welcome to sumanam!!
Anymommy, I really admire that you're belting out one post a day AND finding time to visit, besides taking care of the brood! Wow!! Thanks so much!!
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