The Bench
Benches- we come across them at so many places- homes,
parks, gardens, schools, colleges, theatres and so on and each one of them
signifies a certain stage of our growing up years and life in general. These benches come in so
many varieties too- some wooden, some made of bamboo, some wrought iron ones
and some in reinforced concrete cement. As soon as I come across a bench, I
start imagining a couple, a pair of friends, siblings sitting and sharing some
precious moments of life. The school bench where you studied, learnt, acquired
knowledge, the college bench where you studied, played pranks, stole glances,
the park benches on which you shared some romantic tete-a-tete, watched
children play or just sat in solitude and wondered, imagined and reminisced. Sometimes, when one sits on the bench alone, lost in thoughts, it actually serves to be a close confidant too.
Gone are the days when
people would sit on benches and relax for a while. So, you get to see the broken,
forlorn benches at so many places. Now, the municipal corporations have added
benches on the footpaths in the smart city projects and mostly these are
occupied by the pensioners and oldies.
The sight of a bench at anyplace reminds me of my
growing up years and my maternal grandparent’s house, which was part of a
spacious bungalow and there was this large wooden bench atop a solid wrought
iron frame on the platform in front of the house. It was a real vantage point
from where one could see right up to the green fields across the road till the
horizon which was dotted with a railway line. The goods train and some few
passenger trains came chugging along at timely intervals and it used to be a
favourite pastime to sit on the bench and count the number of compartments.
My grandparents sat on the bench and kept a watch on
the water tap which was shared by about 40-45 families. It was also a great
place to keep an eye on their ever-blossoming garden with plenty of mango
trees, roses, lemon trees and other fruit trees like guavas, chikoos etc. Each
person in the family had a me-time on this favourite bench. My mother and my
aunts would sit on it while sipping evening tea and exchanging their family notes and life experiences etc. We cousins would generally sit in the night exchanging our
juicy pieces of information on growing up. In all, it used to be pure fun.
This bench saw so many happy as well as sad moments, small children
sun bathing, grandparents sharing their wisdom, sisters and brothers’ bonding and some moments of grief of loss in the family and the war times. It was witness to a lot of
heart to heart talks and conversations. Later, when my grandparents shifted
from this laid-back town to my uncle’s place, he brought this bench to his
bungalow. I was married by then and my brother and cousin told me what efforts
they took to shift this massive bench to my uncle’s house. I have not seen the
bench in ages now, but the memories linger on. So, whenever I see a bench anywhere, it does invite me to go back in time and I do sit on it for a few moments to re-live the nostalgia......