Wholeness is not achieved by cutting off a portion of one’s being, but by integration of the contraries
CARL JUNG
Changing times are like sand dunes which keep changing their shape as the wind passes by. I say it with a pinch of salt when I say that we are most aware of it when we see white hair appearing on receding hairline. Kids growing up, parents getting older and we are somewhere in between.
changing sands of time
I personally feel we are a cusp generation simply cause the life and times of our parents are so diametrically different from those of our children. While we understand the joint family culture our parents grew up in, our children growing up in a nuclear family (mostly single child) simply cannot comprehend that kind of life.
THE CUSP GENERATION
We are the generation that started with Doordarshan (the only tv network India had in 70s and 80s) and has reached Netflix. We have seen a time when going out for dinner was more or less unheard off to a time when weekend dining is a norm. From strict rules regarding every aspect of life to a life where we make our rules according to our comfort. It’s not a question of which is right or wrong or which is better. It’s just an observation of how in a single lifetime we have transcended a phenomenal change so silently. We are a live example of the changing times.
paradigm shift
While I am posting this article in my kitchen a very beautiful preparation for the new year is happening. Here is my daughter baking plum cake ( she wanted to cut one at new year midnight) and here is her granny preparing early for Sankranti (a hindu harvesting festival celebrated in early january). Need I say more about changing times?
The duality
We live in duality day in and day out. Engaging with our parents and children within the same time frame is a classic example. When my mother says don’t talk for too long on phone and waste time I understand it, when my children discuss homework on phone at length or keep zoom meetings to discuss projects I understand that too. Sometimes we are thrown back in time when we see old pics those small black and white ones. They are still dear to me unlike the filter-generated sepia-toned pictures. Sometimes I wonder nothing is real anymore.
B & W snaps of the reel camera
A recent visit to my native place took me back to my childhood. Simple joys of just plucking fruit and eating without thinking of pesticide, drinking water from the handpumps at the roadside (they still exist albeit non-functional), walking long distances unmindful of the time to commute. It never occurred to us as kids to even question it, even though we were living in city and visited our village only in summer holidays. Will my children relate to these experiences? Can I expect my children to enjoy these pleasures? I doubt it very much. They are born and raised in a different era.
unbridled summer enjoying plucked fruit
Changing times for better or………..
While it’s true that our external world has changed phenomenally, that life has become easier, faster, and more comfortable in so many ways. But it certainly stands to question if it has become better. Are we happier, healthier, and more at peace than our parents? I guess the answer would be no. Our pay packages cannot buy us any of these.
Our parents more or less worked their entire life in one job saved every paisa that they could, and tried their best to give a good education to children while at all times working within the framework of society, relatives, and joint family demands. Repair was the rule for broken items, recycling for old items, and every new furniture or electronic item was bought with much diligence and fanfare.
home made garam masala
Even a simple vanilla ice cream slab was very dutifully cut in equal portions and distributed. And those used to highlight of our lives as kids. New clothes were reserved for twice-a-year events and hand-me-downs from siblings to distant cousins were normal. I blissfully was unaware of anything called indoor sports. Antaakshri was reserved for power outage nights or long train journeys. Each and every sweater I had ever worn was knitted by my mom, there was always only 1 pair of footwear for every member and you certainly gave up your bed if guests came to stay over. Phew, the list is endless. Our schools, our postcards, our wall calendars, our TV antennas, our radio, our summer terrace with jarred pickles, our neighbors, our tea biscuits., our simple festivals, all are preserved in the sands of time.
The generation divide
I wish I could but show a glimpse of that to my children. A generation that seeks every answer on google, which knows the latest gadget and are darn good with technology, whose romance with new stuff gets over in 24hrs or who doesn’t think twice in discarding things which they don’t like the taste or looks of. I am certainly not saying they are frivolous; most parents do try to inculcate in them the value of money but let’s accept it they have never been hit with a scale or a stick. Patience is certainly not their strong point. The tik tok generation which enjoys t20 matches, can they go through watching a test match. Each generation with its culture has its own plus points and drawbacks. All cultures grow around the circumstances existing at that point of time.
transcending the generation divide
THE BALANCING ACT
Having 2 kids, I know firsthand that this generation of kids has their own struggles, their own social pressures, and their own worldview. But if anything we need to tell them that while the external world might change the internal values mustn’t. That it can be never cool to raise voice in front of elders. That most good things in life are worth waiting for. That hard work and perseverance still is the corner stone for success. That no matter how delectable the dish looks in an edited photo its final test is the taste.
SEEMLESS TRANSITION
Covid did teach us to introspect and put brakes on our fast pace life. So many of us turned to simple marriage ceremonies, enjoyed cooking at home, and taught kids how to sweep and mop. There is a place and time for everything. If we who appreciate the culture of the past and understand the need of the present can teach our kids to balance out their everchanging external world with rock-solid internal values we would have done a good job. I guess you will agree when I say..
“FILTER COFFEE STILL RETAINS ITS TASTE IN THE WORLD OF STARBUCKS”.
So if you relate to this article in any way at all why dont you share your opnion or your childhood memory which still retains its special place in your memory in comment section. I would love to hear from you.
Remember dipping Parle G biscuits in tea during our nonstop chatter on the terrace?That’s a favourite memory Sonu.
I still buy Parle G and dip it in coffee…of course eat before it falls in that cup
Great insightful write up …
Thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
We are indeed a very special generation ..I think lucky enough to have seen the transition from inland letters to WhatsApp … Doordarshan to Netflix..trunk calls to smartphones…
And what not to come in the decades to ensue..
Wishing you a very happy 2023.
AP
yes so true..to think that trunk calls are completely obsolete now
I used to struggle dipping some of the biscuits… The half broken piece always would dissolve…😆.
Very nicely articulated… I can very much relate to every experience. Superb Sonudi…
you know venu, I still buy parle g, the trick is to dip for right number of seconds in the tea..I wonder if there is an app for that lol!
Even now I eat Parle G and Kracjack biscuits…I relate to this article so much. All so true…Thank you for taking me back to my childhood, Sonia
yes we all have that in common radhika. also certainly I would not get to eat a whole packet without sharing.
Very nice article took me back to my childhood days..I could not help but smile as I was reading along. Our generation does have unique memories
So beautifully written!! Could relate to everything you have put up here.
We are in fact the blessed generation to see the transition from lekhak note book to lap tops…and many more.
oh !!!I had completely forgotten about that..wow so many memories
I remember about those cameras reels which used to take days to be converted into the photos
The wait so just just so wow feeling
mini those are the only dutifully developed and saved albums that we have. now a days you seldom see albums in any house other than some special occassion like wedding.
I am not a kid of that generation but I really enjoyed the fact that you were very thoughtful to write up on the generational gap. I myself a big fan of many things of the 90s. Wonderfully written and await more articles…
hey aadesh you are the only person i know who listens to lata mangeshkar from your generation so I guess you will understand. I am sure your parent tell you often their stories too. Thanks for writing will keep you posted
Still remember those wonderful days ,when we friends would cycle up to PARK VIEW library . Exchange those books . Pay fine of 1rs if return was delayed.
yes our libraries with comic sections from chacha Chaudhry to wisdom are memorable. these days its all e library and kindle but the feeling of holding a book is something else. Thank you for writing
So nice dear…yday only I thought of this. I used to drink from others wells, hand pumps …bottle water was not there in local shops only golisoda. Not having any fear to go to strangers house asking for raw mango , jamun etc🤑 and eating them without washing …petting stray dogs and cats…..so many ….countless…
I dont think we ever thought of washing fruits after plucking, I never knew the term pesticide either.There are so many many things that we did, predominantly i remember playing outside with other kids the whole afternoon and enter home with mom’s stern warning,just a look and we would turn home. flying kite, playing hopscotch,cricket, laghori, the list is endless. we were blessed to have that kind of childhood
It was nostalgic to go through your article. I very much agree with you.We have seen the world change( might be for the better). I still remember when Doordarshan came to Anantapur in colour we had book our TVs & use influence to buy one. We had the first colour Tv at home & my parent’s bedroom was converted to a hall for everyone to watch( in the street). You know we had to pay licence fee for using a radio or transistor. I was being scolded for not paying the fee in time by my father. I am now retired after 46 years of hardwork. At present in California on a long vacation ( babysitting my grandson). I see a lot of laptops, Desktops, Kindles but no paper to jot down any important matter in my sons house. Not even a pen only notepads to be stuck to the fridge.
I am happy you have me down the lane. There’s lot more to write but might be boring to others
Well done Keep it up
sir, I think you summed it up better than my article. you have spanned it from your dad’s generation to your grandkid. None of us will ever forget doordarshan or its serials,i still remember most of the title songs. Thank you so much for sharing these memories.
I share the same memories as she is my sister. My Generation kids fought for window seat in car not mobile phone. We ate Mooli outside school and never heard about doughnut…. cycling to school was cool… We are as comfortable with Netflix as with fiction books or Antakshari for time pass…never have said “yaar bore ho Raha”
true didi, we have had some fantastic set of memories with so many transfers,schools,enjoyed festivals from diwali to navratri in every state
Loved the simplicity and earthiness of this nostalgic narrative that took me back in time just like it surely must have done to the others who shared after reading your wonderfully shared boquet of memories dear Sonia.
My generation spans the sands of time on either sides of Inland Letter writing & Instant messaging; renting bicycles on Sundays and enjoying the ride in the company of neighbourhood friends to catching up once a month at Starbucks for a coffee; gleefully accepting to stay at neighbour Aunty’s Dad & Mom had to go visiting friends or relatives or attend a function impromptu, to having a Nanny baby sit while parents planned the visit weeks ahead and their “schedules” have to be set in advance based on their work and social commitments; the eagerly awaited once-a-month weekend dinner (or breakfast) at a restaurant (read ‘Masala dosa@Kamat’ , ‘Chinese@Chung Wah’or ‘Andhra meal@Nagarjuna’) to Pizzas/ Burgers/ Muffins/ Croissants with French fries on the side or bread with some fancy spread/ smoothies ordered on Zomato … the list is endless. Yet, I must say we are privileged that we got to savour both worlds… the one where we had to stand in the line for a good 10-15 mins or longer at the Post office to buy postage stamps or at the railway ticketing counter asking fellow queuers for a pen to fill the form and also the world today where sending an e mail by dictating it into my phone and having it type out the whole letter !!!
While my parents’generation struggled to make sense of the changing world I think as beautifully shared by you, we have learned to adapt to the ecosystem around us so well … in fact a little too well.. so much that all of this seems a distant memory … !!! Thank you for taking me down the years back into my very well-savoured childhood and the wonder years that they were !!! Just reading through your passage made me relive so much. Would love to hear from you more ! God bless.
wow! sir, those are some fantastic memories to cherish. I appreciate you taking so much time to write so beautifuly. THis is the reason we remember our childhood with so much nostalgia cause we have enjoyed it so much. I have heard words like walkman, golisoda and yashica camera since i posted. what rich days we have had.
Well written Sonia👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 each generation will have their own stories to tell . We enjoyed and have found memories of our childhood and changes that took place as we grew. Now little concerned about kids future as parents 😊 I am sure they will have their own sweet little story to share with the future generations
Very true indeed. I guess we are seeing their childhood through a parent’s viewpoint, which is very different. Probably they will have their own stories to tell as you rightly put it. Thank you so much for writing.
You penned your thoughts beautifully. Very true we can cherish our childhood memories throughout our lives. No matter how old we get there is always a child within each of us.
so true ….thank you so much for leaving a reply
Enjoyed reading this beautiful write up, Sonia & recalling the stories of by gone days & the changing times..
Thank you so much indu..everyone who has read the post have related to it.That’s the beauty of our generation
Thanks Sonia for rekindling the childhood days.
I feel a sense of joy when I remember my childhood days.
One and only Doordarshan. I remember that beautiful voice of Didi saying ‘sooraj ek, chanda ek’. Loved it. Serials like Gaint Robot, Street Hawk and kannada Serial Guddada Bhuta, many more.
I miss our days peppermint, rose chocolate, ajji koodlu, and joy ice-cream.
Childhood days are golden days. How much I write about it, it’s less and some experiences can’t be expressed in words.
oh ambika i had forgotten about ajjikudlu,the street vendor would come ringing the bell and serve it on newspaper pieces, I cannot imagine that today. Thanks a ton for sharing so many memories I am sure all the readers will relate to
What you said above is true.. pure nostalgia.. Thanks for summing it up Sonu.
While its natural for us to want to create similar experiences for our kids, I feel that sometimes we are trying to give our next generation an experience which no longer exists, unfortunately. But that wont stop them from having their own experiences, I’m sure.
From 1 TV, 1 channel with Surabhi, Rangoli, Mahabharat etc… to Insta reels and Youtubers- we sure have seen quite a transition. Wonder what’s next!
nailed it well..this gen will have its on set of experiences to relate to i guess
Sonia, you have narrated so well, on our childhood memories !thank you!!! .Mind blowing father’s stories on Ramayan and Mahabharata influenced lot on those days. That craze to listen gubbachi chilipili in the morning, vartha prasara in radio, and devine songs, running to school for 4 km to get gnanarjane upto 10th stage.. awesome memories. Awareness on seasonal variations ,beauty of seeing rainbow colours in that honeydews , clear environment, attacking sour 🥭 on Saturday after halfday school, taking friends to Alemane to show the joggery preparation and to offer sugarcane juice,using sickle and using chappadikalu to reach out young coconut in our farm to fulfill my thirst/ collecting groundnuts from the soil to share with friends in next school day’s, oh I have been blessed from my parents n God to be born in Bharat matha madilu 🇮🇳, to have wonderful people around me .jai karnataka, also thankful to my 2nd home UAE 🇦🇪 .
I wonder what next..,this transitions given lots of luxury to our kids to make thier own future’s. Memories!!.
Oh yes…. these are wonderful memories indeed. I remember peeling sugarcane with bare teeth and sucking on them, squeezing & eating mango pulp, white peppermint we would get for
few paisa in small shops which were full of glass jar. I even remember my mom setting the curd or putting pickle n porcelain jars we called bharani.
thank you so much for giving a glimpse of your memories.
Very aptly penned down Sonia, all such childhood memories which we often talk amongst cousins friends, you beautifully narrated in this blog. While reading it felt like reliving childhood!!!
I would love to share my most cherished childhood memory- Instantly Dabba party! Home cooked food- aam ras poori aloo sabji achar(majorly when in summer) to be packed in big tiffin when any close outstation relatives used to come for stay & we all used to go to any popular temple premises or park & have fun along with meals,unlike restaurant or hotel visits these days. If i can put it like this – Minimal spending, minimal resources but priceless outcome . Really i feel we are blessed generation.
Thanks dear for all smiles while reading yours & while sharing ours!!!
Thank you so much for this comment. Yes we had no concept of dining out then , I remeber the tiffins we would pack for long train journey and as you said the picnics in the park. We are blessed indeed.
Wow! This was intensely nostalgic Sonu. You took me back to the K R Road days. Especially the Diwali festival celebrations at your place. Remember how you & Chotu used to divide the crackers ‘precisely’ and start fighting all over again as to who got a flower pot, bijli packet more.😛 I doubt whether Tanu & Arya get to enjoy such simple sibling squabbles..?!! Just wait for 2050 and see what Arya has to say about missing her childhood days. Thanks a lot dear for bringing all those memories back. Cheers.😊
Writing this article has been such a pleasant journey into childhood memories. So many people have shared and commented and refreshed long forgotten days. Trust me I cant even recollect dividing the crackers, but I will not contest it knowing both me & chotu (my sibling) were so excited around diwali time and fiercely competitive as to who got to burst more. A big part of our childhood is our siblings and they are very much a part of so many fights, pranks and what not. Thanks putta for sharing this one
Remember dipping Parle G biscuits in tea during our nonstop chatter on the terrace?That’s a favourite memory Sonu.
I still buy Parle G and dip it in coffee…of course eat before it falls in that cup
Great insightful write up …
Thoroughly enjoyed reading it.
We are indeed a very special generation ..I think lucky enough to have seen the transition from inland letters to WhatsApp … Doordarshan to Netflix..trunk calls to smartphones…
And what not to come in the decades to ensue..
Wishing you a very happy 2023.
AP
yes so true..to think that trunk calls are completely obsolete now
I used to struggle dipping some of the biscuits… The half broken piece always would dissolve…😆.
Very nicely articulated… I can very much relate to every experience. Superb Sonudi…
you know venu, I still buy parle g, the trick is to dip for right number of seconds in the tea..I wonder if there is an app for that lol!
Even now I eat Parle G and Kracjack biscuits…I relate to this article so much. All so true…Thank you for taking me back to my childhood, Sonia
yes we all have that in common radhika. also certainly I would not get to eat a whole packet without sharing.
Very nice article took me back to my childhood days..I could not help but smile as I was reading along. Our generation does have unique memories
So beautifully written!! Could relate to everything you have put up here.
We are in fact the blessed generation to see the transition from lekhak note book to lap tops…and many more.
oh !!!I had completely forgotten about that..wow so many memories
I remember about those cameras reels which used to take days to be converted into the photos
The wait so just just so wow feeling
mini those are the only dutifully developed and saved albums that we have. now a days you seldom see albums in any house other than some special occassion like wedding.
I am not a kid of that generation but I really enjoyed the fact that you were very thoughtful to write up on the generational gap. I myself a big fan of many things of the 90s. Wonderfully written and await more articles…
hey aadesh you are the only person i know who listens to lata mangeshkar from your generation so I guess you will understand. I am sure your parent tell you often their stories too. Thanks for writing will keep you posted
Still remember those wonderful days ,when we friends would cycle up to PARK VIEW library . Exchange those books . Pay fine of 1rs if return was delayed.
yes our libraries with comic sections from chacha Chaudhry to wisdom are memorable. these days its all e library and kindle but the feeling of holding a book is something else. Thank you for writing
So nice dear…yday only I thought of this. I used to drink from others wells, hand pumps …bottle water was not there in local shops only golisoda. Not having any fear to go to strangers house asking for raw mango , jamun etc🤑 and eating them without washing …petting stray dogs and cats…..so many ….countless…
I dont think we ever thought of washing fruits after plucking, I never knew the term pesticide either.There are so many many things that we did, predominantly i remember playing outside with other kids the whole afternoon and enter home with mom’s stern warning,just a look and we would turn home. flying kite, playing hopscotch,cricket, laghori, the list is endless. we were blessed to have that kind of childhood
It was nostalgic to go through your article. I very much agree with you.We have seen the world change( might be for the better). I still remember when Doordarshan came to Anantapur in colour we had book our TVs & use influence to buy one. We had the first colour Tv at home & my parent’s bedroom was converted to a hall for everyone to watch( in the street). You know we had to pay licence fee for using a radio or transistor. I was being scolded for not paying the fee in time by my father. I am now retired after 46 years of hardwork. At present in California on a long vacation ( babysitting my grandson). I see a lot of laptops, Desktops, Kindles but no paper to jot down any important matter in my sons house. Not even a pen only notepads to be stuck to the fridge.
I am happy you have me down the lane. There’s lot more to write but might be boring to others
Well done Keep it up
sir, I think you summed it up better than my article. you have spanned it from your dad’s generation to your grandkid. None of us will ever forget doordarshan or its serials,i still remember most of the title songs. Thank you so much for sharing these memories.
I share the same memories as she is my sister. My Generation kids fought for window seat in car not mobile phone. We ate Mooli outside school and never heard about doughnut…. cycling to school was cool… We are as comfortable with Netflix as with fiction books or Antakshari for time pass…never have said “yaar bore ho Raha”
true didi, we have had some fantastic set of memories with so many transfers,schools,enjoyed festivals from diwali to navratri in every state
Loved the simplicity and earthiness of this nostalgic narrative that took me back in time just like it surely must have done to the others who shared after reading your wonderfully shared boquet of memories dear Sonia.
My generation spans the sands of time on either sides of Inland Letter writing & Instant messaging; renting bicycles on Sundays and enjoying the ride in the company of neighbourhood friends to catching up once a month at Starbucks for a coffee; gleefully accepting to stay at neighbour Aunty’s Dad & Mom had to go visiting friends or relatives or attend a function impromptu, to having a Nanny baby sit while parents planned the visit weeks ahead and their “schedules” have to be set in advance based on their work and social commitments; the eagerly awaited once-a-month weekend dinner (or breakfast) at a restaurant (read ‘Masala dosa@Kamat’ , ‘Chinese@Chung Wah’or ‘Andhra meal@Nagarjuna’) to Pizzas/ Burgers/ Muffins/ Croissants with French fries on the side or bread with some fancy spread/ smoothies ordered on Zomato … the list is endless. Yet, I must say we are privileged that we got to savour both worlds… the one where we had to stand in the line for a good 10-15 mins or longer at the Post office to buy postage stamps or at the railway ticketing counter asking fellow queuers for a pen to fill the form and also the world today where sending an e mail by dictating it into my phone and having it type out the whole letter !!!
While my parents’generation struggled to make sense of the changing world I think as beautifully shared by you, we have learned to adapt to the ecosystem around us so well … in fact a little too well.. so much that all of this seems a distant memory … !!! Thank you for taking me down the years back into my very well-savoured childhood and the wonder years that they were !!! Just reading through your passage made me relive so much. Would love to hear from you more ! God bless.
wow! sir, those are some fantastic memories to cherish. I appreciate you taking so much time to write so beautifuly. THis is the reason we remember our childhood with so much nostalgia cause we have enjoyed it so much. I have heard words like walkman, golisoda and yashica camera since i posted. what rich days we have had.
Well written Sonia👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻 each generation will have their own stories to tell . We enjoyed and have found memories of our childhood and changes that took place as we grew. Now little concerned about kids future as parents 😊 I am sure they will have their own sweet little story to share with the future generations
Very true indeed. I guess we are seeing their childhood through a parent’s viewpoint, which is very different. Probably they will have their own stories to tell as you rightly put it. Thank you so much for writing.
You penned your thoughts beautifully. Very true we can cherish our childhood memories throughout our lives. No matter how old we get there is always a child within each of us.
so true ….thank you so much for leaving a reply
Enjoyed reading this beautiful write up, Sonia & recalling the stories of by gone days & the changing times..
Thank you so much indu..everyone who has read the post have related to it.That’s the beauty of our generation
Thanks Sonia for rekindling the childhood days.
I feel a sense of joy when I remember my childhood days.
One and only Doordarshan. I remember that beautiful voice of Didi saying ‘sooraj ek, chanda ek’. Loved it. Serials like Gaint Robot, Street Hawk and kannada Serial Guddada Bhuta, many more.
I miss our days peppermint, rose chocolate, ajji koodlu, and joy ice-cream.
Childhood days are golden days. How much I write about it, it’s less and some experiences can’t be expressed in words.
oh ambika i had forgotten about ajjikudlu,the street vendor would come ringing the bell and serve it on newspaper pieces, I cannot imagine that today. Thanks a ton for sharing so many memories I am sure all the readers will relate to
What you said above is true.. pure nostalgia.. Thanks for summing it up Sonu.
While its natural for us to want to create similar experiences for our kids, I feel that sometimes we are trying to give our next generation an experience which no longer exists, unfortunately. But that wont stop them from having their own experiences, I’m sure.
From 1 TV, 1 channel with Surabhi, Rangoli, Mahabharat etc… to Insta reels and Youtubers- we sure have seen quite a transition. Wonder what’s next!
nailed it well..this gen will have its on set of experiences to relate to i guess
Sonia, you have narrated so well, on our childhood memories !thank you!!! .Mind blowing father’s stories on Ramayan and Mahabharata influenced lot on those days. That craze to listen gubbachi chilipili in the morning, vartha prasara in radio, and devine songs, running to school for 4 km to get gnanarjane upto 10th stage.. awesome memories. Awareness on seasonal variations ,beauty of seeing rainbow colours in that honeydews , clear environment, attacking sour 🥭 on Saturday after halfday school, taking friends to Alemane to show the joggery preparation and to offer sugarcane juice,using sickle and using chappadikalu to reach out young coconut in our farm to fulfill my thirst/ collecting groundnuts from the soil to share with friends in next school day’s, oh I have been blessed from my parents n God to be born in Bharat matha madilu 🇮🇳, to have wonderful people around me .jai karnataka, also thankful to my 2nd home UAE 🇦🇪 .
I wonder what next..,this transitions given lots of luxury to our kids to make thier own future’s. Memories!!.
Oh yes…. these are wonderful memories indeed. I remember peeling sugarcane with bare teeth and sucking on them, squeezing & eating mango pulp, white peppermint we would get for
few paisa in small shops which were full of glass jar. I even remember my mom setting the curd or putting pickle n porcelain jars we called bharani.
thank you so much for giving a glimpse of your memories.
Very aptly penned down Sonia, all such childhood memories which we often talk amongst cousins friends, you beautifully narrated in this blog. While reading it felt like reliving childhood!!!
I would love to share my most cherished childhood memory- Instantly Dabba party! Home cooked food- aam ras poori aloo sabji achar(majorly when in summer) to be packed in big tiffin when any close outstation relatives used to come for stay & we all used to go to any popular temple premises or park & have fun along with meals,unlike restaurant or hotel visits these days. If i can put it like this – Minimal spending, minimal resources but priceless outcome . Really i feel we are blessed generation.
Thanks dear for all smiles while reading yours & while sharing ours!!!
Thank you so much for this comment. Yes we had no concept of dining out then , I remeber the tiffins we would pack for long train journey and as you said the picnics in the park. We are blessed indeed.
Wow! This was intensely nostalgic Sonu. You took me back to the K R Road days. Especially the Diwali festival celebrations at your place. Remember how you & Chotu used to divide the crackers ‘precisely’ and start fighting all over again as to who got a flower pot, bijli packet more.😛 I doubt whether Tanu & Arya get to enjoy such simple sibling squabbles..?!! Just wait for 2050 and see what Arya has to say about missing her childhood days. Thanks a lot dear for bringing all those memories back. Cheers.😊
Writing this article has been such a pleasant journey into childhood memories. So many people have shared and commented and refreshed long forgotten days. Trust me I cant even recollect dividing the crackers, but I will not contest it knowing both me & chotu (my sibling) were so excited around diwali time and fiercely competitive as to who got to burst more. A big part of our childhood is our siblings and they are very much a part of so many fights, pranks and what not. Thanks putta for sharing this one