The Flour Mill ( Maavu Mill Kathai ( Nostalgia Story )

 

After a very long time , I had the chance to take wheat and rice and have them crushed in to fine powder at the Maavu Mill.. As I waited for the process to be completed , my mind just wandered to our young days where this process was so complicated and time consuming.

Whenever there was a festival coming , rice ,wheat and other flour had to be readied to make the wonderful snacks for the festivity. And it used to be 100 % homemade—No A2B or Grand snacks or any of those shops existed to buy it ready made. The task of getting the flour done would be invariably assigned to the children. Some ground rules :

  1. Cannot just leave your stuff at the Mill and come back . One had to wait and ensure that only our stuff went in to the Grinding machine and come out and not mixed with others. The other reason was that stuff can be stolen , so just stay put
  2. If Kadalai Maavu was being grinded , do not allow the guy to have your rice to go next. Ensure that they clean the machine and then have your rice grinded . ( most times , we had to wait as the guy in the Mill will not clean and will look for customers to get the same type to grind
  3. Time was of no importance. Just stay there  , get your stuff done in the right way as prescribed and come home.

 The Maavu mill near my home opened at around 10 AM – We would be there by 9:30 only to see at least five ahead of us and each of them having at least 3 type of flour to grind… All the vessels holding the items to be grinded would be in Q !

The mill was owned by a couple who used to come in their bicycle. Although the time as 10 Am , it would be anytime after 10 AM … The crowd will become excited as they see them come.. Slowly , the man will open the shop.. The vessels will line up against each machine—There was one for Rice , one for Turmeric and one for  Shikakai ( Shampoo ? ) – Shikakai will take the longest to get done. If you had all three, then be assured half the day will be gone. The man will do prayers to the God before he switches on the mains. Everyone there will pray that the machines start and work !   And when they start humming . the crowd will be noisy and chirpy

Finally , the grinding will start.

And as they follow the Q , if the Rice is on in a machine  , the wheat  has to wait. All the Rice that is in the Q needs to be grinded , before they change.  Now there is no end to the wait. As you thing the rice is done , a new customer will enter with rice to grind. So the switch will never happen. Finally , the switch will happen and they will start with wheat  to be made in to flour. Just when you think you are next in line  and getting it done, the Power will go !!! And there is no estimated time for it to come back. Once again everyone prays for the power to be restored

Meanwhile , most of your friends are at the Maavu mill carrying the same errand.

And as we wait for the power play begins – it will be either marbles ( most of us would have carried this in our pockets ) or Kabaddi ( no prop needed )  A team will be formed—Lines will be drawn right outside the shop and the game will become intense…. Now, the guys playing, will pray for the power not to come… !!!

 

Oh…. What lovely days it were … Simple but sweet memories with life around things that we had and so contented. It was happy days always ... Nothing to worry about !

PS:  This time , my waiting time was hardly two minutes  -- Took pic as the wheat flour was being made










Comments

K Saravanan said…
I carry a very bad memory when it comes to maavu mill… I return back sneezing in multiple of 100’s because of allergic reaction… anyway good story to recollect the past👍
Partha said…
Thanks Srikanth
It rekindled my memories
We had two machines- between Panagal park and T Nagar bus stand
We did not have the luxury to play as even in those times it was commercial area
But all other memories were similar especially the power
Laxmi Bitra said…
Super Sri, nostalgia..couple of years back I had this exp...we can write stories on this :)
Prasanna said…
Born and brought up in Mint-Broadway area , I can never forget days around Deepavali where the Queue will be the longest for Aadirsam for next day Noambu . Dry Chilli & Dhaniya grinding is the best , no face mask nor cloth , people keep sneezing :-), even passing by people sneeze when chilies gets grounded , noisy , Good old days to Cherish, Life was simple and memorable!!
Prabhu said…
Appuram veetukku vandhu, ellathayum thirandhu vaikkanum. Illenaa verthu vittudum. Amma kittendhu thalayil kuttu vizhum :) Evergreen memories. you have kindled them Sri.
Seshadri said…
Life was truly laid back and no one seemed to be in any great hurry! We found joy even in the ordinary day-to-day chores. Well narrated Srikanth.
Venkys Blog said…
Nicely narrated -- you brought the memories in front of me. Thank you Sri
Aravind said…
Sri - Real nostalgia!! The cranky and squeaky sound from those machines was running in my ear all along while I was reading your post. From the queue of eversilver 'thookus' and plastic 'dabbaas', the annoying power cut (compulsory) breaks to ensuring the one that goes before us is not going to spoil ours (rice/ wheat/ kadala maavu) - you have captured the entire scene perfectly :)
Vidya Nagarajan said…
for a moment i thought that you carried marbles the last time you went to the mill.......lovely memory. and super photo. soon such outfits may disappear.
Naresh said…
My mother still dont trust me, as i leave my stuff with Mavu mill guy and roam somewhere and just collect on time... so i just drive to the mill...

btw, andha ManU satta super

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