Sangeeta Sharma |
I
don’t know why, but the meals we have on picnics always taste so much nicer
than the ones we have indoors- Enid
Blyton.
Since yore, picnics have always been a lure
for human beings. One of the greatest joys of a lazy summer is munching
sandwiches and drinking hot coffee or a lemonade beside an enchanting beach or
on a sprawling green patch of a lush garden. Of late, clicking a selfie at the
earmarked selfie corner is catching up fast too.
As spring arrives, the pleasant weather goads
you to plan a location and pack up the choicest food in your picnic bags and to
go vroooomm for a long drive to a beach, a lake or a park setting.
Climbing up the slopes of Chinguacousy park or
watching the cherry blossoms bloom in the spring at the Centennial Park or the
Trinity Bellwoods Park in late April to early May in a 200–300
temperature helps you heal, unwind, destress and is the perfect getaway to
forget the spiritually vacant overstimulation of our daily lives.
With great relish, I recall chomping Indian
delicacies, when we siblings were escorted to the Seminary Hills Garden of
Nagpur, India, by our parents during the 80s. Mom used to fill flasks with hot
water and picnic boxes with poha, onion bhajias and bread butter-the
aroma of which used to waft in the surroundings when it was served on paper
plates with green chutney and tomato ketchup. We used to throw dozens of milk,
sugar, tea and coffee sachets in the picnic bag to have hot milky, sweetened
coffee, once there. The water-sprayed green, velvety, inviting grass of the
hills and the morning crisp breeze instantly soothed our senses. And we kids
played Ringa Ringa Roses, Hide and Seek and frolicked all-round the
place.
The fun and flavours of stuffed karelas, brinjals
with puris in the first-class cabins of the superfast passenger
trains (and later AC compartments) is something that will never fade from my
memory. During summer vacations of my childhood, my father being in Railways,
the whole first-class compartment used to be ours when we travelled to New
Delhi, our native place. It was divine pleasure to be with the entire family.
For lighter meal, during hot afternoons, mom used to peel boiled potatoes and
chopped onions, cucumbers, tomatoes, green chillies and add thick
cool curd to this medley of veggies and then sprinkled salt and red
chilli powder to it. This assortment, along with overnight puris, as
lunch in the train, used to taste like heaven for we kids.
During school-days, when we were teenagers
with hearty appetite, the aroma of egg-curry or mashed fried potatoes with
home-made soft chapatis and mango pickle that wafted from the school tiffins or
the mouth-watering khasta kachoris, or gobhi and paneer pakoras
vended at the landmark street joints of New Delhi, have etched their mark on our
memories.
During my prime, sites like The Champ de
Mars park behind the Eiffel Tower, Paris, France or Superkilen public
park of Copenhagen, Denmark, provided the same rejuvenation and I rocked in
the company of my precious family.
Droughts of hot coffee and luscious mayonnaise
laden lettuce, bell pepper and cucumber tortilla bites intoxicated us with satiety
and gaiety.
It was sheer bliss.
Same way the spring season walks through the trails are as exciting and
invigorating as outdoor picnics. Strolling through North American trails it’s
no surprise sighting beautiful American Robins, dark-eyed juncos, three-toed
woodpecker, American Redstart or American Goldfinch across the trail and to
hear their mumbled cuck or tuk or trill or po-ta-to chip. They perch on trees
so admirably as if wanting to be photographed. Spring season revives this
natural flora and fauna and reinvigorates the dormant plants after the colder
winter months. They begin to grow again; new seedlings start sprouting and
beautiful colourful birds throng your backyards.
Same are picnics. These outdoor
drives, locations and short stays revive and reinvigorate people who have
become more like mercenary automatons working relentlessly forgetting the
essential truth of human life.
I'm really
big on day dates. If you go for a stroll, have a picnic or lunch with a glass
of wine - it doesn't get better than that. Meghan Markle
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