I can see this blog is soon on becoming a "parents blog" than a rustic kids one, but risking those raised eyebrows from some not-yet-parents, here comes my next piece.
My daughter is practising for her stage dance next Sunday. Reminded me of endless hours of practise we spent in our school days for the Big School Annual and also the Building Annual. In those days, most buildings had one day set aside for a communal gathering - there would be games (housie, memory, tail the donkeey, how well d you know your neighbour, etc) and of course, the kid's programs. From being part of a group dance - i actually slept in my first performance on stage, and had to be replaced by another little girl - I graduated to choreographing, anchoring the shows and co-ordinating for the whole event. It was fun.
rule no. 1 was: every child must get a prize
rule no.2: every child has to participate
rule no. 3: there has to be something for the elders and for the toddlers.
so the smarter children were the heroes, and the shy ones were given the roles of "asst. doctor" or "plumber" or "sidey" roles! i often got a boy's role - but mainly because of a too-many-smart-girls and too-few-boys scenario!
School annual was fun too! Plays in English - derived from abridged versions of Shakespeare's stories were a hit with the teachers! once i dressed like a Punk (this was the 80s, remember?) and smoked a ciggarette filled with talcom powder - that drew "oooh... how can they allow this" from the crowd! no prizes for guessing that i din't get any prize for my "bold" get-up!!
i'm now reliving my "stage" days through my daughter's activities... and its in no way any less exciting!
Thursday, December 6, 2007
Tuesday, November 27, 2007
Parental crisis
Life was much simpler when we were kids. We went to the closest school - walkable distance - holding friends' hands, wore hand-me-down uniforms and used books that belonged to siblings 3 years older than you, and didn't feel anything awkward about this arrangement.
As a parent today, I feel much more pressurized - I'm currently looking for schools for my daughter. I'd only heard about donations - now I know about them - they come under various headings - admission fees, non-refundable / refundable deposits, one-time processing fees etc. Then there are the various boards - IB, IGCSE, ICSE, CBSE and our very own humble SSC, which, unfortunately has very few takers.
Where my parents paid Rs. 50 odd as my monthly fees, with "girl child" refund, today i struggling with the thought of "one-time payable annual fees - non-refundable under any circumstances - in ranges of Rs 35000 and above" plus uniforms, swimming fees, bus fees, books, dancing, art, craft, music fees.... and oh yes... phonetics for english speaking !!! And yes, your kids' lunch box must have only nutritional diet, fruit, juice and salad! Working moms - beware if you ever thought of packing off chips or chocolate!
whoosh.... no wonder several of my friends are just saying "no" to having kids!
As a parent today, I feel much more pressurized - I'm currently looking for schools for my daughter. I'd only heard about donations - now I know about them - they come under various headings - admission fees, non-refundable / refundable deposits, one-time processing fees etc. Then there are the various boards - IB, IGCSE, ICSE, CBSE and our very own humble SSC, which, unfortunately has very few takers.
Where my parents paid Rs. 50 odd as my monthly fees, with "girl child" refund, today i struggling with the thought of "one-time payable annual fees - non-refundable under any circumstances - in ranges of Rs 35000 and above" plus uniforms, swimming fees, bus fees, books, dancing, art, craft, music fees.... and oh yes... phonetics for english speaking !!! And yes, your kids' lunch box must have only nutritional diet, fruit, juice and salad! Working moms - beware if you ever thought of packing off chips or chocolate!
whoosh.... no wonder several of my friends are just saying "no" to having kids!
Monday, October 29, 2007
Rustic Kids have weird names!
As a child I hated my name. In fact I still do. Maybe it had something to do with the Pakistani singer Reshma Singh (lambi judaai) - and I always wanted a name I wouldn't be sharing with anyone else. I'd actually rechristened myself Eesha (Esha Deol was non-existent then) - but of course, the name died its natural death.
Though the idea of rechristening myself actually stemmed from my cousin Trupti, who changed her name to Pooja (eew - perhaps because she looked like Pooja Bhatt!) - her fate resembled mine. After marriage she changed her name to match her husband's - Neha and Nitin!
Another friend Lakshmi was in the same dilemma and she became Anita.
But I remember some strange names in school - Premal, Balasundari, Nikunj, Kamal (thats a boy!) and Sambamoorthy to name a few. The last one was Sambaa to one and all.
And now of course there are the Debi Prasads and the ChandraBhushans now in office! and not to mention the three Rohits we had in a team of 15! My daughter has 3 friends called Dhruv, 3 Aryans, few Diyas and some Omkars! God... give us some nice new names.
Though the idea of rechristening myself actually stemmed from my cousin Trupti, who changed her name to Pooja (eew - perhaps because she looked like Pooja Bhatt!) - her fate resembled mine. After marriage she changed her name to match her husband's - Neha and Nitin!
Another friend Lakshmi was in the same dilemma and she became Anita.
But I remember some strange names in school - Premal, Balasundari, Nikunj, Kamal (thats a boy!) and Sambamoorthy to name a few. The last one was Sambaa to one and all.
And now of course there are the Debi Prasads and the ChandraBhushans now in office! and not to mention the three Rohits we had in a team of 15! My daughter has 3 friends called Dhruv, 3 Aryans, few Diyas and some Omkars! God... give us some nice new names.
Tuesday, September 4, 2007
A grim “issue”
This piece has nothing to do with “the objective of rustic kids” – but it has a lot to do with our up-bringing as rustic kids. I pride myself on being an “equalist” – not “feminist” as most people would believe. In spite of this, I am biased towards the girl child and feel very strongly towards women rights. But the reasons are not few.
Since last few weeks, realms of newsprint have been spent on female foeticide and girl children being abandoned in gutters and dustbins. Gutters?? How worse can it get?
I have an appeal to make to all the parents who have girl children and don’t want them – please give them up for adoption – contact your nearest police station, or adoption agency, or even the media – they can help you put up the girls for adoption. And there are hundreds of couples waiting their turn to adopt, because they have none of their own.
On one hand we have women excelling in all the fields in India, on other hand we have villages in remote Rajasthan/Haryana where polygamy for women is common because the number of women are now so few, that each male member of the family is not able to find a bride for himself. Women are known to have been “married” to the whole male clan of a family.
How is all this linked to our up-bringing, we may say? It does… there are boys who’ve been given more opportunities in their childhood, on the mere achievement of being born a male. Or even, better food, better schools, better gifts. I know of instances where the girls have been made to study in vernacular medium or municipal schools, but the boys attend the good English schools.
Let us, as mothers bridge this gap between our children, and educate others to do the same. Let us teach our young boys that they need to respect other women – just as they would their own mother.
Since last few weeks, realms of newsprint have been spent on female foeticide and girl children being abandoned in gutters and dustbins. Gutters?? How worse can it get?
I have an appeal to make to all the parents who have girl children and don’t want them – please give them up for adoption – contact your nearest police station, or adoption agency, or even the media – they can help you put up the girls for adoption. And there are hundreds of couples waiting their turn to adopt, because they have none of their own.
On one hand we have women excelling in all the fields in India, on other hand we have villages in remote Rajasthan/Haryana where polygamy for women is common because the number of women are now so few, that each male member of the family is not able to find a bride for himself. Women are known to have been “married” to the whole male clan of a family.
How is all this linked to our up-bringing, we may say? It does… there are boys who’ve been given more opportunities in their childhood, on the mere achievement of being born a male. Or even, better food, better schools, better gifts. I know of instances where the girls have been made to study in vernacular medium or municipal schools, but the boys attend the good English schools.
Let us, as mothers bridge this gap between our children, and educate others to do the same. Let us teach our young boys that they need to respect other women – just as they would their own mother.
Friday, August 31, 2007
And we had our crushes too!
Even as kids, we've all had our crushes... most girls actually think they can marry their dads when they grow up! And the boys love their Nursery teacher. I've studied in a geeky school with only female teachers, so having crushes on teachers or the boys around was almost out of the question. I did, however, have my part of fun too!
My first crush was Julian .. know who this is? the eldest boy in the Famous Five series!!! A fictional character! He was smart, tall, had golden hair and was "so responsible" - just the guy a young girl dreamed of!
Crush no. 2 was again a character from a book - Pete of The Three Investigators (Alfred Hitchcock)- again the tall, athletic one.
Crush no. 3 was the biggest crush of all - Ned Nickerson of the Nancy Drew series... in fact I remember going to the library and choosing Nancy Drew books - but only those which had Ned Nickerson in it. I actually stopped reading this series when Nancy breaks off with Ned - I was oh-so-heart-broken. Ned Nickerson was athletic, sporty, always there when Nancy needed him (meaning where some villianous bones had to broken or physical activity was involved) - and most of all - he drove a sports car!
My first crush was Julian .. know who this is? the eldest boy in the Famous Five series!!! A fictional character! He was smart, tall, had golden hair and was "so responsible" - just the guy a young girl dreamed of!
Crush no. 2 was again a character from a book - Pete of The Three Investigators (Alfred Hitchcock)- again the tall, athletic one.
Crush no. 3 was the biggest crush of all - Ned Nickerson of the Nancy Drew series... in fact I remember going to the library and choosing Nancy Drew books - but only those which had Ned Nickerson in it. I actually stopped reading this series when Nancy breaks off with Ned - I was oh-so-heart-broken. Ned Nickerson was athletic, sporty, always there when Nancy needed him (meaning where some villianous bones had to broken or physical activity was involved) - and most of all - he drove a sports car!
Rustic Kids' fashion
My daughter is all of 3 yrs old and refuses to wear anything thats longer than her knees or dresses with sleeves. She prefers selecting her own clothes at the store... something I'd not done till I was almost 20! My mom picked my clothes, and my sister's too (we often ended up wearing the same design in different colors) and we wore those without any fuss.
Here's a short graph of what our clothes looked like in our rustic days...
Balloon frocks - these skirts were folded inside till the waist to give the "balloon" effect
Parkar-polka and Kalpana saree - this was for the festive occasions. A parkar polka is actually the Maharashtrian version of ghaghra choli without the dupatta and the Kalpana saree is a pre-stitched saree for small girls
Pinafore dresses - staid trouser material was stitshed to make pinafore and we wore blouses inside these
Bell-bottoms - i remember my grandpa buying 4 of these in various colors - one each for my sis, me and my 2 cousins. All had the same design t-shirt too!
Peddle-pushers - these are actually what we now call "capris" or 3/4 length pants - then typically made in corduroy.
Baggies - Ankle length loose fit pants worn with a hip length top and a broad belt.
Bloomers - underwear that's supposed to look like shorts with an elastic at the legs!
Here's a short graph of what our clothes looked like in our rustic days...
Balloon frocks - these skirts were folded inside till the waist to give the "balloon" effect
Parkar-polka and Kalpana saree - this was for the festive occasions. A parkar polka is actually the Maharashtrian version of ghaghra choli without the dupatta and the Kalpana saree is a pre-stitched saree for small girls
Pinafore dresses - staid trouser material was stitshed to make pinafore and we wore blouses inside these
Bell-bottoms - i remember my grandpa buying 4 of these in various colors - one each for my sis, me and my 2 cousins. All had the same design t-shirt too!
Peddle-pushers - these are actually what we now call "capris" or 3/4 length pants - then typically made in corduroy.
Baggies - Ankle length loose fit pants worn with a hip length top and a broad belt.
Bloomers - underwear that's supposed to look like shorts with an elastic at the legs!
Sunday, August 26, 2007
Those were the Chandamama Days
Can you see some kind of pattern in this madness? We all are so excited to tell our childood stories that we have started discussing things much broader that we originally thought. My personal opinion about this is quite positive. I think we should start talking about everything and anything surrounding our childhood.
Reshma has been one of the most active whistle blowers in this blog. Let us the give her the credits (I am not that bad with this language anyways). One thing she has been talking about recently was Chandamama and that really took me back to those days. I was a coincidence that a month back I rememberd of Chandamama. Like any other Google-holic I quickly tried to search through the net to figureout if they still exist. To my surprise the first result on Google took me to the home page of the publishers www.chandamama.org. They still are publishing in 11 Indian languages. Salute to the publishers who have been entertaining and educating Indian children with our cultural values through its stories.
I remember those days when we used to wait for Chandamama to reach by post. I was subscribing to the Oriya version (which is my mothertoungue). The first story I used to read as soon as the mazine lands in our house was Vikram & Betaal. Remember the picture on the story? It was the same picture in every issue but somehow it carried so much of excitement.
In general, along with the stories, the pictures on Chandamama were so very fascinating and expressing. Each picture was worth a story. The imperfect nature of the images gave them a feeling of closeness. I remember some new magazines started to break the monopoly of Chandamama by soeing up with better paper quality and more perfect looking images. But somehow they did not succeed. Yes Chandamama slowly lost its charm with the new age kids. But it certainly remains one of the foremost impressions of storytelling with people born in that era. I personally cherish the moments I used to spend peeking out of the window in the afternoon to see if the postman came with the latest edition of Chandamama.
Reshma has been one of the most active whistle blowers in this blog. Let us the give her the credits (I am not that bad with this language anyways). One thing she has been talking about recently was Chandamama and that really took me back to those days. I was a coincidence that a month back I rememberd of Chandamama. Like any other Google-holic I quickly tried to search through the net to figureout if they still exist. To my surprise the first result on Google took me to the home page of the publishers www.chandamama.org. They still are publishing in 11 Indian languages. Salute to the publishers who have been entertaining and educating Indian children with our cultural values through its stories.
I remember those days when we used to wait for Chandamama to reach by post. I was subscribing to the Oriya version (which is my mothertoungue). The first story I used to read as soon as the mazine lands in our house was Vikram & Betaal. Remember the picture on the story? It was the same picture in every issue but somehow it carried so much of excitement. In general, along with the stories, the pictures on Chandamama were so very fascinating and expressing. Each picture was worth a story. The imperfect nature of the images gave them a feeling of closeness. I remember some new magazines started to break the monopoly of Chandamama by soeing up with better paper quality and more perfect looking images. But somehow they did not succeed. Yes Chandamama slowly lost its charm with the new age kids. But it certainly remains one of the foremost impressions of storytelling with people born in that era. I personally cherish the moments I used to spend peeking out of the window in the afternoon to see if the postman came with the latest edition of Chandamama.
Tuesday, August 7, 2007
Rustic Kid books
Five Find-Outers and the dog : don't remember too much about this series except that it's by Enid Blyton
St Clares and Malory Towers by Enid Blyton: One had the tomboy and the other hadthe twins... even a girl from a circus who could ride a horse and do cartwheels. Both based on English boardign schools - girls' schools.
Naughty Girl series - naughty girl Elizabeth in a boarding school again!!
Faraway Tree and other magic series: this one was fun... it had goblins, and elves and all strange creatures.
Secret Seven : pam, george, barbara, peter, colin, janet, jack and scotter(or was it spotter) the golden spaniel. haighlight was the girl suzie who keeps barging in the secret meetings.. and she seems smarter than all the seven!
Chandamama, Champak and Tinkle: the Indian children's magazine with Suppandi, Shambhu Shikari... this was fun!!
St Clares and Malory Towers by Enid Blyton: One had the tomboy and the other hadthe twins... even a girl from a circus who could ride a horse and do cartwheels. Both based on English boardign schools - girls' schools.
Naughty Girl series - naughty girl Elizabeth in a boarding school again!!
Faraway Tree and other magic series: this one was fun... it had goblins, and elves and all strange creatures.
Secret Seven : pam, george, barbara, peter, colin, janet, jack and scotter(or was it spotter) the golden spaniel. haighlight was the girl suzie who keeps barging in the secret meetings.. and she seems smarter than all the seven!
Chandamama, Champak and Tinkle: the Indian children's magazine with Suppandi, Shambhu Shikari... this was fun!!
Friday, August 3, 2007
The best of the worst era (1985 -1990)
Some other movies come to mind from the 85-90 era...
Tridev '89 - for almost a year after the movie came out kids would shout 'oye oyeee' and you would have to reply with 'oye ovaa'...no matter wether you were trying to study or spending some quality time alone in the loo.
Aashiqui '90 - Great music... and i think love was generally in the air those days....
Mr. India '87 - Quite a decent movie even if the highlight was Sridevi's rain dance
Tarzan '85 - Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi
Tezaab '88 - India had a new star and ofcourse 'ek do teen' to teach counting in hindi to less fortunate ones who were born in the south of the country
Ram Teri Ganga Maili '85 - I personally found it very depressing (off course there were some uplifting moments...)
any that i missed?
Tridev '89 - for almost a year after the movie came out kids would shout 'oye oyeee' and you would have to reply with 'oye ovaa'...no matter wether you were trying to study or spending some quality time alone in the loo.
Aashiqui '90 - Great music... and i think love was generally in the air those days....
Mr. India '87 - Quite a decent movie even if the highlight was Sridevi's rain dance
Tarzan '85 - Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi Kimi
Tezaab '88 - India had a new star and ofcourse 'ek do teen' to teach counting in hindi to less fortunate ones who were born in the south of the country
Ram Teri Ganga Maili '85 - I personally found it very depressing (off course there were some uplifting moments...)
any that i missed?
1980's movies of the VCR age
A neighbour of mine had a VCR where we watched a movie every Saturday night. This friend's parents used to give us Rs 10 to go and choose a Video Cassette we wished from the video library (extinct today). Most of the times we selected the latest one released that Friday, but several times we’ve (innocently) picked quite the wrong ones!
Our favourite ones were the Neelam-Govinda-Chunky movies. Neelam was my favourite heroine and quite a trend-setter too! I remember having stitched clothes and bought accessories just like hers… frocks and skirts with broad belts, white shoes, and plastic earrings!
Here’s a list of the “Neelam” movies – as much as my rusty memory can remember – all seen on adolescent Saturday nights!
LOVE 86 – the names of the actors in this movie are – behold – Leena Omi Vicky Eesha (stands for LOVE)… remember the song “le jayenge le jayenge dilwaley dulhania le jayenge”
Aag Hi Aag – chunky pandey and neelam singing “saajan aaja re” in the woods. Perhaps later inspired “aashiqui”. Also I remember as a child practicing dancing to the song “lagli lagli lagli, aisi hichki lagli”
Ghar ka chirag – neelam and chunky are college lovers, and chunky dies in a car accident. A pregnant Neelam marries a much older Rajesh Khanna (for convenience, no sex) – has a son – and lo and behold! Chunky returns!!! Popular song “tootak tootak tutiya” which set the trend of bhangra numbers in hindi movies.
Paap ki Duniya – Remember Reema Lahiri singing some lines in the song “Chori Chori yun jab ho aankhen char kya hota hain” – sunny deol dancing funnily. Neelam and chunky are the guys from “good houses” while Sunny is a thief. The song “Main tera tota tu meri maina” and Bappi-da’s music were a big hit.
Mitti aur Sona – one of the boldest movies of the time (I think I must’ve cringed watching this movie with my friend’s parents) Sonam is a call-girl, and chunky who’s actually supposed to fall in love with the goody-goody Neelam falls for Sonam instead… who turns out to be Neelam’s step-sister at the end!
Ilzaam – One of the numerous “dance” movies of the time, Neelam and Govinda are professional dancers, who get separated because of Anita Raaj’s death. And how they get back and fight the villains forms the rest of the story. This movie had the “trendy” song – I am a street dancer.
Hatya – This big hit “thriller” directed by Kirti Kumar had a mute-deaf child being witness to his mother’s death. Govinda – a widower – finds the child and unravels the mystery – with Neelam as arm candy to provide relief in songs – Main pyaar ka poojari, mujhe pyaar chihiye, rab jaisa hi sunder mera yaar chahiye (rab jaisa? Like god?? Ganpati???))
Khudgarz - rakesh roshan’s big ticket to bollywood top directors! Two friends – Shatrughan Sinha and Jeetendra become foes and their children Govinda and Neelam fall in love – over some keechad-splattering! Mai se Meena se na saaki se… singing in the Himalayas!
Our favourite ones were the Neelam-Govinda-Chunky movies. Neelam was my favourite heroine and quite a trend-setter too! I remember having stitched clothes and bought accessories just like hers… frocks and skirts with broad belts, white shoes, and plastic earrings!
Here’s a list of the “Neelam” movies – as much as my rusty memory can remember – all seen on adolescent Saturday nights!
LOVE 86 – the names of the actors in this movie are – behold – Leena Omi Vicky Eesha (stands for LOVE)… remember the song “le jayenge le jayenge dilwaley dulhania le jayenge”
Aag Hi Aag – chunky pandey and neelam singing “saajan aaja re” in the woods. Perhaps later inspired “aashiqui”. Also I remember as a child practicing dancing to the song “lagli lagli lagli, aisi hichki lagli”
Ghar ka chirag – neelam and chunky are college lovers, and chunky dies in a car accident. A pregnant Neelam marries a much older Rajesh Khanna (for convenience, no sex) – has a son – and lo and behold! Chunky returns!!! Popular song “tootak tootak tutiya” which set the trend of bhangra numbers in hindi movies.
Paap ki Duniya – Remember Reema Lahiri singing some lines in the song “Chori Chori yun jab ho aankhen char kya hota hain” – sunny deol dancing funnily. Neelam and chunky are the guys from “good houses” while Sunny is a thief. The song “Main tera tota tu meri maina” and Bappi-da’s music were a big hit.
Mitti aur Sona – one of the boldest movies of the time (I think I must’ve cringed watching this movie with my friend’s parents) Sonam is a call-girl, and chunky who’s actually supposed to fall in love with the goody-goody Neelam falls for Sonam instead… who turns out to be Neelam’s step-sister at the end!
Ilzaam – One of the numerous “dance” movies of the time, Neelam and Govinda are professional dancers, who get separated because of Anita Raaj’s death. And how they get back and fight the villains forms the rest of the story. This movie had the “trendy” song – I am a street dancer.
Hatya – This big hit “thriller” directed by Kirti Kumar had a mute-deaf child being witness to his mother’s death. Govinda – a widower – finds the child and unravels the mystery – with Neelam as arm candy to provide relief in songs – Main pyaar ka poojari, mujhe pyaar chihiye, rab jaisa hi sunder mera yaar chahiye (rab jaisa? Like god?? Ganpati???))
Khudgarz - rakesh roshan’s big ticket to bollywood top directors! Two friends – Shatrughan Sinha and Jeetendra become foes and their children Govinda and Neelam fall in love – over some keechad-splattering! Mai se Meena se na saaki se… singing in the Himalayas!
Thursday, July 26, 2007
Aba -dhubi and Lagori
Aba-Dhubi: Again a very strange named game.. but this used to be one of my favourites. The denner has to hit other kids with a ball (usually a big one) without running with the ball in hand. The one who gets hit poicks the ball and becomes the denner... it's like a string game which has no "pause".
Lagori: I think this is what Brijesh means by "Pitthu"... there are 7 stones / slabs / tile pieces piled on on the other in a circle. One team has 3 chances to break the tower with a ball - from a distance of around 6 feet. Once broken, they have to put all the pieces back together in the same sequence, while the other team tries to hit them with the ball. Even if one member of the first team is out, the other team wins.
Lagori: I think this is what Brijesh means by "Pitthu"... there are 7 stones / slabs / tile pieces piled on on the other in a circle. One team has 3 chances to break the tower with a ball - from a distance of around 6 feet. Once broken, they have to put all the pieces back together in the same sequence, while the other team tries to hit them with the ball. Even if one member of the first team is out, the other team wins.
Wednesday, July 25, 2007
The Idea Behind
It has been a little more than two years with my current job. More like any other place; I made some good friends here. A normal day starts at work by exchanging some smiling 'hi's and reading some loud residual email forwards. Some nice pinch of humor starts to give a widescreen glee on everybody's face. It’s not very rare to see a sudden paranoid laughter cruising across from corners of the office. That’s an indication that the joke has been read and more importantly understood. Then starts teasers floating across the instant messengers. If it’s worthwhile sometimes we get up from our warm cubicles and try to overemphasize the email forward.
Holy shrine....its 1 pm. Time for lunch. We again start messaging each other trying to get a consensus to leave our beloved warm seats to proceed towards the rooftop cafeteria. Some hesitations, some delays, some pretensions but we still lead our way to our destination....the roof top cafeteria.
More than the lunch, what are more enticing is the multi-lateral discussions happening over the table. The discussions fling from Bollywood undercover stories to nonsense cricket to health and sometimes down the memory lane. In one such discussion we all got driven away by some very sweet memories of our childhood. A childhood with very less of TV, no videogames, no computer, no fancy Barbie dolls (for girls). We all agreed that we were equally entertained without all these ....but how? Oh yeah we remembered the days we went playing some basic chor-police to modestized version of cricket using a ball created out of a bunch of papers. The experiences and revelations started flowing fast...real fast. That’s when we thought this needs to be blog-umented. An idea to create this Blog was born. Born to cherish our childhood memories.... over to you...
Holy shrine....its 1 pm. Time for lunch. We again start messaging each other trying to get a consensus to leave our beloved warm seats to proceed towards the rooftop cafeteria. Some hesitations, some delays, some pretensions but we still lead our way to our destination....the roof top cafeteria.
More than the lunch, what are more enticing is the multi-lateral discussions happening over the table. The discussions fling from Bollywood undercover stories to nonsense cricket to health and sometimes down the memory lane. In one such discussion we all got driven away by some very sweet memories of our childhood. A childhood with very less of TV, no videogames, no computer, no fancy Barbie dolls (for girls). We all agreed that we were equally entertained without all these ....but how? Oh yeah we remembered the days we went playing some basic chor-police to modestized version of cricket using a ball created out of a bunch of papers. The experiences and revelations started flowing fast...real fast. That’s when we thought this needs to be blog-umented. An idea to create this Blog was born. Born to cherish our childhood memories.... over to you...
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