The Blessings Of A Hill Station :’Momos’


The Ladies of Mahabaleshwar
Have strawberries for tea
And as for cream and sugar
They add them lavishly;

But Poona! oh, in Poona,
Their hearts are like to break
For while the butter’s melting
The flies eat up the cake.

The Ladies of Mahabaleshwar
In wraps and furs delight,
And often get pneumonia
`Neath blankets two at night;

But Poona! oh, in Poona,
The gauziest wisps appal,
And ladies sleep (they tell me)
With nothing on at all.

The Ladies of Mahabaleshwar
In such sweet charms abound
That doctors say their livers
Are marvellously sound;

But Poona! oh, in Poona
They scold and nag all day,
And contradict their husbands
Until they fade away.

This little ditty was written to contrast the life in Poona (Pune) and its hill station (Mahabaleswar), but until the advent of air-conditioning it could be replicated all over India. The government in Delhi during the British period simply moved lock, stock, and filing cabinet to Simla (Shimla) for the summer.


About layanglicana

Author of books on Calcutta, Delhi and Dar es Salaam, I am now blogging as a lay person about the Church of England and the Anglican Communion. I am also blogging about the effects of World War One on the village of St Mary Bourne, Hampshire.
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