Sunday, September 07, 2008

A River Called Diana







The River Diana always reminds me of the first Sunday that I ever saw it. That was in 1986, and after all these years here, I still dont know for whom it was named. That Sunday, in 1986, we were four young and happy people on the river bank. My newly married husband held my hand and helped me descend to the river while his bachelor friends looked away discreetly. 'Mohun, the married man!' they must have been wanting to yell, like a character in V.S.Naipul's A House For Mr. Biswas, but they were too polite to rib him in front of me.
Sandeep was new in the Dooars, like me, but he and Saumitro were old friends, as were Saumitro and Mohan, my husband. Soon we were all talking like old friends, that day at the riverside, and we all sang together in the car on our way back. The song, 'Yeh Dil Na Hota Bechaara' by Kishore Kumar. The reason for singing that song : we had just started getting Doordarshan in the Dooars, and were happily looking forward to watching the film 'Jewel Theif ', which features the song, that night.

9 comments:

RAJI MUTHUKRISHNAN said...

Memories are made of these....
The pictures are beautiful.

Kamini said...

Lovely memories and pictures!

Kamini.

flowergirl said...

I remember the Diana as bone dry when we came... or is my memroy playing tricks?

Isnt it a flash-flood river?

Quiet Paths said...

What a wonderful story to go along with the photos. Lovely scenes.

Lakshmi Bharadwaj said...

beautiful....wow, i am envious of your memory power. awesome.

Saumitro said...

Much of this story is true.There are times when Diana runs amok. Like true Lady Di it did one day in 1987 by breaching the main road and on the rebound turned on the neighbouring tea garden. I cannot recollect the Tea Garden name though .

Saumitro

Rada said...

Lovely photos (as usual) and effortless and unassuming narration!

Was a pleasure to read this one!

Priya Subramanyan said...

charming snippet - looking forward to when you will collect them all in a book :)

shalini mehra said...

Nostalgia turns into a story with Gowri, always a beautiful one. Keep that pen .... these day would say keypad on....