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...
We all remember the days we were kids and used to get amused by things which sounds so very rustic when u look back. This is a tribute to those small things we all got engaged with to make a great childhood...
3 comments:
One game i remember distinctly was "dabba ais pais" - i'm still not sure why it was called so! It involved a "dabba" being thrown far away by the strongest child in the team. The person with the "den" had to run over to get the dabba, while the others hid behind trees or walls or wherever.. after that the "denner" had to search everyone out, and when all were found, he had to shout "dabba ais pais".
Another name for the same game was "nariyal ais pais" where a coconut shell was ued instead of a dabba.
Stick in the mud.
We had a very small ground in the building compund, and most of it was filled with stones of various sizes. Perhaps that is why this game came into being!
All the kids had one stick each except the denner. All the kids had to cross the entire length of the ground tapping their sticks on stones, and not on the mud. The denner had to catch the one whose stick is not touching a stone at the moment.
And... you're not allowed to kick / touch / move the stones!
Well...you definetely cant get more rustic than Reshma's games...suddenly my 'pitthu' looks very sophisticated.
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