When I became the “Mayor” for a day!!!

From Anshi’s desk…..

It all started a while back, 6 months ago to be precise. It was the end of yet another ordinary day at school, when suddenly, I looked up from my book, which I was deeply engrossed in, to find a leaflet lying on my desk. It was announcing a competition about writing a letter about becoming Mayor of the town for one day and what you would do if this happened. As soon as I read this, I was full of elation and was keen to begin my letter as soon as I had arrived home. I was struggling for ideas; my Nanu (Grandfather) was visiting and since he has a lot of wisdom, I asked him for advice. He gave me a few ideas as did my Dad. I can guarantee that without their support and assistance achieving this magnificent opportunity would have been a bit difficult. Giving credit where it is due….. hahaha!

To my absolute delight, I did win the competition and was chosen- alongside three others- from a number of participants to be the Mayor for one day…..yoohooo!!!

The eve before my reign as Mayor I can well remember, not being able to think about anything other than what would happen the next day. Excited I was indeed!!!

Finally …….I’m Mayor today:-

The next morning, it was a bright and summery day and I could not wait to govern as Mayor; I was bursting with exhilaration. As we entered the local District Council Office we- my Dad and I- were warmly greeted by the Mayor’s secretary. She took me and three other winners  (junior Mayors) of the competition to the mayor’s parlour. As we entered, I gazed at my surroundings and was astonished to see so many prestigious items, including:

The golden Mast carried by the Beadle (Mayor’s bodyguard) to usher people out of the Mayor’s path.

The silver stick used by the Mayor to walk with.

And the golden necklace worn by the Mayor to ceremonial events such as: the opening of a new business.

There also seemed to be an abundance of antique furniture in the parlour. Later in the day, I asked the Mayor why this was and he said it was because in the olden times the town’s main trade used to be making furniture and all the furniture in the Mayor’s chamber was donated by the many craftsmen who made them.

High Wycombe – A twinned town:-

The Mayor explained the  history of our town to us. He told us that it was twinned with a place called “Kelkheim”- a small town in Germany which is near Frankfurt. It was interesting because when on a sign near my town it said ” High Wycombe twinned with Kelkheim”, but I never understood what it actually meant!

Recently, The Mayor and 20 other people visited Kelkheim, stayed with German families and were shown around the town. The Mayor said that in a few months’ time the Mayor of Kelkheim and twenty other people would stay with English families and be shown around just as they did to the English. The reason behind this was because if there was to be a war you would require as many allies as possible. He also informed us that in 1974 the Mayor’s powers were removed and distributed amongst the District Council, hence from then onwards the Mayor became entirely ceremonial and just promoted the town. Therefore, he said if had a complaint to make we should not cavil to him but to the District Council.

Weighing of the Mayor:-

After that activity it was the weighing ceremony. This unorthodox tradition is only done in one place in the world….my town!!! This tradition was followed to see if the Mayor was squandering the townsfolk’s money on himself or using it for good purposes such as: maintaining local parks. At the inauguration of each Mayor’s reign the crier, the person who would shout out the weight of the Mayor, would weigh the Mayor, then at the end of his reign he would, once again, be weighed; if he had put on weight it meant that he had been dissipating the money on himself- a mistake that was paid for dearly as the townsfolk would throw rotten tomatoes and eggs at him. If the Mayor had not put on weight then the townsfolk would praise him. However, in recent times this ritual is not taken as seriously as the Mayor has become entirely ceremonial.

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Learning about the rich history of High Wycombe certainly puts up a huge appetite and at the exactly at that time it was time for lunch. My parents were invited to join us and this being a once in a lifetime opportunity they did come. We had a delicious meal of “Jimmy’s Pizza” of which I had three slices.

Visit to the street market:-

After lunch the Beadle put on my “Mayor” robes, as I was chosen to be the Mayor, and we went into to the high street – the street market, where we talked to the local businessmen. My particular favourite was a business run by a man called Nathan, he was extremely jolly and I had a lot of fun talking to him. We asked him how his business was doing and if there was anything he would covet from the Mayor. The reason we did this was that in the olden days the Mayor would look after the businesses and would do a weekly check on them.

Beating of the bounds:-

The next ceremony was the beating of the bounds. It was a ceremony in which we were turned upside-down and our heads touched the stones which marked the ancient boundaries of Chepping Wycombe, chepping meant “in view of…” and Wycombe meant  ” Market town” in old English, as Wycombe was just a small village besieged by forests.

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Meeting our local firefighters:-

Our final stop was to the fire Station. A man called Howard took us to the “Bays”. A room where all the equipment is stored. He told us how all the tools work and I even tried to hold one. Although, it was very heavy!!!, we held the hoses and the water guns; Howard even showed us how to connect the pipes to the hoses and how he could take water from any source. Then, it was my turn to try and put on the fireman’s clothes. The time limit for a Fireman to get dressed is 80 seconds and their chattels include: boots, with steel inside them for foot protection, baggy trousers (which felt like a ton!!!…. well at least to me) and an extremely thick coat, which stopped the heat from the fire hurting or burning your skin.

I had a wonderful time being Mayor; I hope this gave you an insight to what it actually feels like, being a Mayor.

 

The lavish food of India !!!

From Anshi’s desk……..

I’ve always loved the exotic taste of homemade Indian food. The exquisite texture, the delectable smell, the toothsome feeling when the burst of flavours touches the tip of your tongue. I have always loved watching and helping my marvelous mother cook dinner.

I’ve always adored gazing at the steam rising from the cooker, the popping of the pan as mustard seeds get fried with curry leaves, the smell of the perfect blend between ginger and garlic. My favourite Indian foods are: chicken curry( Kashmiri style), Lamb curry (Kashmiri style), Kashmiri Dumaloo and Aloo Parantha.

I love these foods because of there amazing taste; take Dumaloo for example, I endear it because of it’s disconcerting taste – the magical taste of the spice which makes you feel like you’ve been hit by a purgatory of flavour and spice; as you may have noticed I relish Indian flavours.

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Lamb Roganjosh is my favourite dish because of its smell, taste, and it’s absolutely sublime texture.

This is how I feel about the absolutely, stupendous authentic Indian food; and I certainly hope you do too!

How my love for cricket began

My love for cricket started at the age of ten. I never really had a passion for any sport- I knew of a few games such as rugby and football, but I didn’t know many of the rules;  only the basics.

Then in the warm summer of 2015, my love for cricket started. It all began because of my Dad, had he not been there to show me the 2015 ICC cricket world cup; I would not have been the astounding cricketer I am today. The first match that intrigued me was India vs Pakistan. After that I kept watching matches, the more I watched, the stronger my zealousness for cricket  grew. As I kept watching, I got more and more tantalized about a player called Mr. Shikhar Dhawan. I began to like him so much that I knew literally everything about him.

And from then on I started to play some cricket myself – and once I found out that one of my friends from school was playing for the county, I began to take tips from him on how to improve. I worked diligently until I became the best player I could be….at least so I feel. In the months of March-July cricket club started at school, which I  joined immediately.  Guess what, when the club teachers chose the team – Yes it was yours truly who got chosen!!!!

This is where it all began…..and now all that is on my mind is cricket; that is how much I love the game. Hope you do too!

Memorable Moments….. for me!!!

Anshi’s first blog

My trip to Disneyland :-):-):-)

Cleaning away the dust from the ancient attic, I stumbled upon some old photographs. Brushing away, the somewhat huge amount of dust, I saw the photos and the memory of our trip to Disneyland Paris suddenly came back, and before I knew it my surroundings were floating away.

The sky was as blue as the sea, and the sun shone like a piece of crystal. I was besieged by several rides, as I glanced around my eyes caught the ride I was looking for . My eyes could do nothing but stay fixed on the ride. “ Blue Mountain ” the most scariest ride in all of Disneyland. My Dad could see my eagerness, and the next thing I knew we were hopping on, me with my usual spring in my step,  and my Dad just sauntering along. As we got on I could see a dark tunnel. Then…

whoosh we were off! To me it felt as if we were going faster than the speed of sound. Then we stopped with a sudden jerk. Then we started to reverse and we suddenly were hanging upside-down; we were off again and the lights were flashing past as if I had been through a blast of inferno colors. Now we were going through loops, my stomach felt queasy! We also went through other various encounters which were : hills, twists and turns, drops and tunnels; and then it was all over. How I wish I could do that again! It was one of my most memorable experiences.