The story told by Gumi Malhotra is excellent and certainly brought back memories of my Nepali ayah way back in the late 1940s.
To be honest, once the planters had a good ayah they were very reluctant to let them go!
Even though in the majority of cases the ayahs spoilt “their” children terribly.
A few days before my father passed away, he told me of a couple of nursery rhymes that my Ayah used to tell me. These were the standard stock that I am sure most expatriate ‘char babas’ were told.
“Little Jack Horner”:
Chhota Jack Horner
Kona par beta
Khatata Kismish mithai
Angli gussaya
Kishmish nikhalaBola
“Kya good boy ham hai!”
“Humpty Dumpty”:
Humpty Dumpty upa me bita
Humpty dumpty girghia phut!
Sub Rajah ka monas,
Sub Rajah ka ghorra
Humpty dumpty kubbi nay jora
And:
Neeni, baba neeni, roti, mucken, cheeni
Roti mucken hogia, chota baba sogiar.
And I had not heard this nursey rhyme that Carol Penstone (nee Graham, whose father was a long-time manager at Pahargoomiah TE ) shared – have you?
Little Miss Muffet:
Ghass mer bite parr Khai
Aya muckra sari pukra
Bagh geer Mukati Mai
Do you have a chai story of your own to share?
Send it to me here, please : indianchaistories@gmail.com.
My name is Gowri Mohanakrishnan and I'm a tea planter's wife. I started this blog because one of the things that I wouldn't want us to lose in a fast changing world is the tea story - a story always told with great seriousness, no matter how funny - always true (always), maybe a tall tale, long, or short, impossible, scary, funny or exciting but never dull.
Happy reading! Cheers to the spirit of Indian Tea!
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Priceless and simply delightful anecdotes. Thank you for passing them on for us!
ReplyDeleteFascinating! This one is from my ayah, from pre Independence Day’s.Nelly Bai, Nelly Bai, jharoo lay kar ayo. Borchikhana saaf karo, ek do thumri gao. Hey Nelly, ho Nelly, listen love to me. I’ll sing to you and play to you, a dulsome melody.
ReplyDeleteHas anyone else heard this before??
Another one in Punjabi as my infancy was spent in Jalandhar.
ReplyDeleteChooleh pichey choohi bathey, kur kur chabey loon. Maro enoo, kuto enoo, bhano ehdhi dhon.
Sung to the tune of “Roaming in the Gloaming.”
Wonderful ode to the trusty and faithful ''Ayah's'' of the Tea Estates.
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