India in the eighties was different from what it is now. Life seemed so uncomplicated and fun then, now, somehow we have preconceived notions about what fun should be, and we fail to derive pleasure out of the simple things in life.
There are so many memories and so many things I miss about my childhood or teenage life.
I miss not knowing that a dropped ice cream cone is not the worst thing in the world.
I miss the Doordarshan’s “Mile Sur Mera Tumhara”, Malgudi Days and Wagle Ki Duniya.
I remember and miss the long train journeys with mom and dad, the chaos on railway stations, arguments with the coolies, hot samosas with kulhad chai, and insignificant conversations with strangers.
I miss the groups of children of all ages playing on the streets and around houses - hide and seek, skipping, cricket, gilli-danda, and marbles.
I miss the sounds of various kinds of music from loudspeakers heard from different spots right from five in the morning till 3am on ganesh festival, independence day, navratri, shivratri etc etc.
I miss the ball games played with cousins where if ever the ball fell in the roadside gutter, it would be taken out and get thrown against the nearest concrete wall to dry without parents going ballistic.
I miss the older aunties haggling while buying anything and everything.
I miss the peddlers with their raw mango slices spiced with hot chilli powder and roadside pani puri and wada pav.
I miss seeing families of four (sometimes five) on a scooter, and nine people getting down from an auto rickshaw (I swear I saw that too once !)
I miss attending marriages all decked up in beautiful saris and colorful bangles and secretly glancing around to check out who all have noticed ! And the dancing on the road in a baaraat without caring if you dance well or not !
Thankfully I’m shifting back to India soon !