August 30, 2020

Dolls Dolls Dolls

I have played with a lot of dolls while growing up, infact I have some from my childhood still around. Packed and saved in the box beds. My mom is a hoarder and so am I, or should we say nostalgic. Yes Marie Kundo these things spark joy



So which was my first doll. I have only faint memories of the typical Indian plastic dolls which all girls of my age had. In fact I had a few. It was the one with golden hair, peach skin and the blue eyes closed when you put it down. I remember my Masi had given me one when we visited her. My cousin and I were only 10 months apart and he also had a doll, who he used to mostly keep bald. There was something about dolls and no hair with him. He wanted to do the same to my dolls and now all grown up I still tease him and he denies. And life comes a full circle because now his son did the same to his sisters doll. 


Then I had a fat round doll with red woolen dress and boots. I still have it and though it’s pokey its still a token of my childhood. And then came my first Barbie. I was probably 6 or 7 and my Mama ji visited from Chandigarh with this gorgeous foreign doll and the bed cum sofa set. The pale skin, sharp body features, perfect shaped face and what a jawline. With make up and contouring even in those times. And it had a pretty white grill dress - My first Barbie, literally and figuratively. And yes I still have this one too and in quiet a good condition. It’s almost 35 years old - may be I can get something on vintage sell. The bed cum sofa is also classic, they don’t have those any more. 




and then came many other Barbies - the pretty haired Barbie with curly golden mane, with shampoo, combs and clips. The sparkly Barbie, with a shiner purple dress and sparkly jewelry and twinkle in her eyes. Doctor Barbie, after all this is how you make your girls ambitious. They don’t make dolls of those kinds any more. It’s probably also 30+ years old. Then I got a Ken and Skipper and they all lived happily ever after. My dad was not a big fan of dolls, so I used to play during the day. But knowing my love for dolls my mom let me save money and buy one occasionally. The dresses were for 50, skipper 100, Ken 200 and Barbies could be 300 to 1000 depending on the full Jing bang. 




I have played with dolls a lot like I said, till before teens and then one day after my board exams got over. I came home and opened all my dolls and the accessories and played with all of them, making stories and marrying them and ghar ghar and kitty parties. And then I packed them all for ever and they are there packed in the boxes, waiting to be played. My daughter is a bit young but may be once she grows up. May be I will give her this heritage like a heirloom, and she will make her own stories and nostalgia. 

February 13, 2017

Trunk Calls

 

Trunk calls


Remember your childhood trunk calls to family and relatives around the world. From Mumbai to Los Angles the relatives stayed far and you booked those special call post 9 pm when the rates were slashed. The rates in the night are less then why we don't talk late into the night. Why we don't talk love and dreams into the phone. 


This is the time when USA day matched the India night. I have seen most of my childhood the weekly or sometimes monthly calls to USA. The expensive conversation in the loud mode as if the person is not on the phone but at the next house. 


The entire house was called loudly screaming each other's name to get In Line to chat with Bua ji. The joy of queing to talk on the phone no someone far away. 


The booking of the call and the call back and you feel lucky to get that. The men pointing out that time is moving and to talk fast especially to women who can't talk anything worth. My dad still has that habit and I tell him Pa the times have changed, it's not all about cost but his generation would never change. 


Trunk calls were an event in itself where everyone gathered to say hello to someone. This of course for love and family. I don't remember any conversations but I can tell you that trunk calls are part of my nostalgia. All good memories from the vintage times! 

September 11, 2016

A Garden in Bombay



In a city like Bombay where one spends better part of life buying a house, it is sort of impossible to own a garden. So you make do with what you have. Builders don't even give a balcony, a verandah, a courtyard, a long corridor, so forget about a garden. But I wanted one. 

Let's say - 
Mera ghar khali tha, udaas tha, kuch kami thi...
Phir meri saheli ne mujhe money plant ki cuttings di...

The four strands of Money plant gifted by a good friend, brought greens to my house. Now they have grown meters and meters of vines, with cut offsprings growing into new plants. Three survived out of these and grew into massive multiple vines of money plant, climbing walls, dropping heights, surviving and fighting where no plant would survive. Imagine they grew big and bigger in just one small bowl of water - Took roots, multiplied, held mud, spread on walls. They took the direction I gave them. Took whatever manure or water or sunlight I gave them. I took bits and put them in water and they grew into babies and then parents themselves. 

The biggest survivors I have seen.  The delicate, pretty, high maintainence plants failed to grow on the ledge of an 11th floor. But hardy plants grow anywhere with anything, because they believe in adapting and growing despite all odds. They don't ask, they don't take, they seek and they give. 

This was just the beginning, after that any plant I introduced grew too. These money plants created an aura of happiness around my plants. They nourished the soil, cleared the air, created the soul of a garden where all plants flourished. The remaining seeds from fruits and vegetables in the kitchen, were thrown into spare pots and they took roots. All kinds of strange plants from water melons, to capsicums and even pumpkins grew. They don't meet my tummy needs but they meet my happy needs. 

They keep my home warm on cool evenings, cool on hot summers, humid in dry afternoons and dry in heavy rains. Only a fighter knows how the city is and these small joys are signs that you have built a home in the concrete and created a place for yourself in this strange tough city - only you understand the joy of owning a garden in Bombay. 

Singing and Dancing on the Streets


Top 7 Street Songs 


The craze of streets is much before the world of Google and Pokemon. There is a song for every thing, even streets. These top street songs will turn any street to a dance floor! Play on! 

Kabhi linking road 
This has to top my list with the mention of probably all the famous streets of erstwhile Bombay, this song is a street lovers dream. It's romantic, it's cute and also informative. It's like a running advertisement of google maps. 
Kabhi linking road, kabhi warden road
Kabhi cadell road, kabhi pedal road

Kabhi berey road, kabhi parley road
Kabhi mira road, gorbander road

Dunkin road, lamington road
Cadell road, kabhi pedal road
Churney road, kabhi arthur road
Turner road, kabhi carter road.


Tap tap tapori
With streets comes the roaming and with roaming comes the Romeo. So a Romeo song is important, with Tap Tap Tapori rocking the charts. Youth is a phase when all go round and round the streets, to find a purpose in life, and when you do that honk your horn and sing tap tap tapori! 

Street dancer 
What can be more street song than one which has 'street in its lyrics, and in the main line. This got to be on this list. It's hard not to break into a dance, on this song. The energy and the coolness is so Bollywood 80s, my Favorite kinds. 

Sadak 
Hindi sadak - English street, tamatar - tomato. Same same
The movie and song talks about the life on the street, which is what street wala does too. While we know that a street has its underbelly but we cover only the happy side of it. 

Patakha Guddi 
Jugni, patakha, Guddi - the symbolic representation of a nomadic and spirited woman on a trip of life. Just open the window and feel the wind in your hair with this song, and all the troubles of your life will fly away as you move ahead! 

So gaya ye jahaan, So Gaya hai rasta 
The soft humming movement of the car sings a lullaby to you with this song. On so many night trips this song has helped me realise how life is  a journey and not a destination. 

Staying alive  
Are you wondering why does this song feature here. One can never forget the sight of, John Travolta strutting on the street to the sound of Staying Alive. that's how you walk on the street. That walk was nothing less than a street dance. 

Aren't we all a little street lovers. Life is what but a long long street and all you can do is sing and dance as you move along  🛣

May 21, 2016

Vintage Video Games


Childhood is a special time - time so shirt yet vast. Sometimes there was so much time to do so many things or and sometimes none at all. Once an adult you only wish your childhood was longer especially when it is full of lovely things and beautiful memories. And one of the things that took a lot of our time were Video games. Every mothers tool to make you do everything in lieu of reward, punishment or discipline. 

As a kid of the 80s I have my own share of video games. visits to friends and family during summer holidays meant playing video games on summer afternoons. Moms were ok with less study burden and keep the kids busy and quiet while they enjoyed summer siesta or finished chores. The home was peaceful and kids got along well only if they played fair turn by turn. 


Tetris
I loved this one simply because I have spent hours and hours playing it. Competing with self, others or even computer. Stage after stage, row after row, the game has kept me engaged. In retrospect I feel I like games with patterns and aren't video games all about patterns. 


Battle city
I loved this one. Can you imagine the options to play two players against the villain tanks. The brick and metal blocks, power and the life boosters. You could even create your own battle field. I had awesome fun creating interesting symmetric patterns and sometimes weird ones. I created metal blocks around the sacred eagle base and locked myself in another metal cocoon. Ha ha the fun of creating stupid battle grounds mostly to confuse the villains. Only battle city allowed that. 


Mario
It will probably tops the list of all kids. There are no two doubts about it. It was a cute game with amazing surprises planted. Bonus points, mushroom power, flag jump, cute dresses, and fancy caps. I loved it all. 


Contra 
The awesome commando guy was like the video version of Rambo. What physical strength and fighting skills. Climbing mountains, jumping valleys, skipping waterfalls, rolling cylinders, and killing villains who weirdly kept running into him just like that unless the main villain of each stage came for the big fight. Each villain was unique and bigger than the previous one and they were all magnificent. Any one who loved a good fight would love contra. 


Road Fighter 
Tiny cars and tight time limits to reach the finishing time line. I obviously couldn't beat my brothers in but I still enjoyed it. The left and right moves, the crashes, and the refuel stations. Time is kicking. 


Circus 
Remember the swingy music that played with this game. Each stage was like a circus show and I loved each with its fire circles, monkeys, swinging and all. 


Pacman
The sound for pacman was unique too. The maze of eating circles and the boxy aliens, what more is there to say. Just keep playing. 


Excite bike
This game was so much fun. The Olympic style bike lane which requires right amount of accelerator and clutch and even brakes. The hurdles and the jumps accompanied with falling and getting back up. Did you also pull the speed button to save time to get back up on the bike, it was standard but I still kept pushing  the button. 

Such wonderful memories. There were more like donkey kong, tennis, space invaders, and so many. The video games evolved but some continue to stay with us. May be the next time the cousins get together we should have a round! 

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