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My Umbrella and I

My Umbrella and I

I bet each one of you has an umbrella story (or several) to tell.

My first memory of an umbrella is probably from the time I was five–or younger–huddling under a huge black umbrella with a wooden handle; at least it seemed huge at the time to my 2.2 feet self. Summer days in the balcony under the fabric, pretending to be in a tent. Kudos to my mom for some quick thinking, eh, in creating the setting for my make-believe world. Also, it was easy to maneuver. And twirl, this way and that.

Even then, I yearned for a beach umbrella, of the sort I saw in my books. Huge colorful striped stretches that seemed to house entire families under it, around a picnic table laden with all kinds of goodies. Shelter from the sun. Beach in the distance, waves lapping at the shore. I think that’s one of my “happy” memories. I mean, I have this bunch of “happy” scenes in my head that I draw on when I feel a little low.

Later I got my very own mini-umbrella, striped and colorful. Don’t be shocked–I still have it. Decades later, I used it to build the rustic umbrella that went with the Vamana avatar for my son when he was 8 and played the role in an Onam drama.

My Umbrella and I

I may or may not have pretended to be Eliza Doolittle with the old black umbrella, doing a jig or two on the staircase, holding the curved wooden handle.

During one of our visits to a furniture exhibition, while shopping for a bed, we came across this stall where they were promoting a folding picnic table with chairs. I mean, the whole thing fits into a flat box to be stored away. Then, all one has to do is open it up, and voila! There’s this table with four seats around it. Adults fit in the seats. We were enamored with it and spent money we couldn’t really afford at the time to acquire it. It came with a massive beach umbrella. Talk about buying a coat because we had a button! But seriously, the hours of pleasure that followed enjoying jigsaw puzzles, tea-parties-both make-believe and real, and the laughter, were all priceless and well worth the investment. Yep, still have the table packed up, safe on top of one of our cupboards.

We used the beach umbrella that came with it far more than the table–setting it up in the balcony where we spent a lot of time.

Haven’t opened it for years now, and as I write this, I am tempted to bring it down and set it up.

I remember how, when Vidur was around a year and a half old, we’d take him for walks around the area. The kid hardly sat in his pram, preferring to push it around and keep on laughing. There used to be a tiny temple near our place. He had this habit of placing the umbrella near one of the railings in the fence, running around the temple and then grabbing it back. One day, he forgot. And realized it after returning home. And became super-upset. And….believed it would be waiting for him when he went back the next evening. And it was. Still have it!

And oh, he loved to sit under the shower holding an umbrella–pretending it was raining!

When he was three, he gifted me a purple tri fold umbrella that fit neatly into my handbag–I treasure it and still use it even if the fabric tends to face the other side when there’s a breeze! Ah, sentiment! Like the little lunch box with cutouts of all my favorite foods that I hold, transported back to the day when my son, then seven-year-old, gifted it to me. . .

Oh, Sury has his own favorite umbrellas. A couple of memorable mementos from International Math Olympiads that he treasures–even if they are no longer usable.

We may have come a long way from those rigid black umbrellas with the wooden handles…but the umbrellas I love most? The not-big-enough ones, huddling with friends in the rain, getting drenched and not bothered about it.

I remember coveting one lovely transparent-see-through umbrella. Saw it in a movie. Now these are available everywhere. And funnily enough, I haven’t bought one of those. Some things are nicest when you covet them but don’t acquire them, right? Rather like the anticipation and excitement that goes into looking forward to something–than its actual occurrence!

Hmmm. So all this just because I have to go shop for umbrellas–obviously nostalgia won’t keep me from getting drenched in the rain!

Do you have a favorite umbrella memory?

The mind is like an umbrella. It,s most useful when open. #inspiringquotes

 

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9 Comments

  • Reply
    Vanita
    July 18, 2018 at 12:08 am

    I can always count on you for stories that lighten my mood and brighten my day. Thank you vidya.

    • Reply
      Vidya Sury
      July 18, 2018 at 12:11 am

      Thank you Vani! You know, everything I see has a memory attached to it! Hugs!

  • Reply
    Ryan Biddulph
    July 18, 2018 at 4:56 am

    This is cool Vidya. Just the other day I opened a huge umbrella on a terrace in NYC. I recall the homeowners warning me about some aspect of using the umbrella. 4 hours later when I saw it almost get blown off the terrace, I remembered what they were talking about LOL.

    Ryan

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    Ramya Abhinand
    July 18, 2018 at 11:17 am

    So true.. the journey of the humble umbrella has brought forth so many memories. I remember my frandfathers old black one, yes the ones with the wooden handle. They were huge and an entire family could be accomodated within. They were sturdy, unlike the new ones we get these days, fancy, unable to withstand the slightest of wonds of the monsoons. A journey down memory lane Vidya and a great read indeed.
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    Shilpa Gupte
    July 18, 2018 at 12:12 pm

    I know what you mean! My nephew also loves making a tent out of his umbrella, or my mom’s. It’s a cozy feeling underneath the colourful umby!
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    Kavita
    July 18, 2018 at 4:58 pm

    Reading this story I felt like I was sitting n chatting with a friend and we are talking about the little things. It was such a beautiful experience to read this memory!!

    • Reply
      Vidya Sury
      July 19, 2018 at 9:45 am

      Thank you so much, Kavita! Do come back!

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    Darla M Sands
    July 18, 2018 at 7:54 pm

    I still like walking in gentle rains with an umbrella. ~grin~ Great quote. And thank you for sharing these lovely memories. Namaste, my dear.
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    Beth Bishop
    September 2, 2018 at 9:25 pm

    Thank you for sharing your umbrella and you! Great post.

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