It's been a long time that some one has given me a pinch. I got a new pinch recently though. From Savita, my wife, when she noticed me wearing a new T shirt that she had bought the previous day. She just said 'new pinch'.
Back home in my village in Shimla the custom was different. Everytime some one wore something new, it was like really hard. The boys would give a real hard one. One that left bruises.
I don't know how the word and custom reached our village. Must have come from Shimla that was just a day's walk away from our village. The British ruled the country from Shimla during the summers and many stayed there through the year. They rode horses and partyied by bonfires through the year.
My grand dad was one of the many who supplied grass and jungle wood to the British. His name was Narayan Datt. The grass was for the british horses while the wood was for bonfires. Perhaps the word new-pinch was picked by some one from my grand dad's generation. They must have seen the British congratulating each other.
Thursday, July 17, 2008
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