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Posts Tagged ‘Childhood’

The many forms of nostalgia

Posted by Phoenixritu May 17, 2010, under Uncategorized | 34 Comments
The many forms of nostalgia

Food! Yes big foodie that I am, for me food is associated with happiness, security, comfort, and at times even with sickness. Its surprising that I am not as huge as an elephant! Childhood was spent in various pursuits – the most memorable one being raiding Mom’s larder for atta laddoos and besan burfi. My [...]

Those were the days my friend

Posted by Phoenixritu May 13, 2010, under Uncategorized | 53 Comments
Those were the days my friend

We’ve all gone through it : My Dad was a village boy and he used to tell us tales of how they had to help out with the cows and buffaloes (he used the word MAJH) and I never inquired if it was cow or buffalo and then went to the village school on foot. [...]

Examination Stories (Apni toh Paathshala, Masti Ki Paathshala)

Posted by Phoenixritu May 14, 2009, under Uncategorized | 23 Comments
Examination Stories (Apni toh Paathshala, Masti Ki Paathshala)

Was going through Brown Phantom’s memories. Started a chain of memories for me I grew up with siblings, all male, most of ‘em older than me. Which means I grew up as witness to wonderful capers all to be blamed on exams ….. One sibling was totally exam challenged. What aggravated the issue was that [...]

The mad world of childhood

Posted by Phoenixritu April 13, 2009, under Uncategorized | 15 Comments
The mad world of childhood

This is inspired by the post Goofy stuff by Pal.  We were a bunch of hyper active, insanely imaginative kids.  School for us was tame ….. home was just base – you know to eat, visit the loo, change clothes.  Our life was spent in the garage+lawn/the roof/where ever there was scope for “interesting” activities. [...]

So what is my relationship with Mumbai?

Posted by Phoenixritu February 20, 2009, under Uncategorized | 11 Comments
So what is my relationship with Mumbai?

I first went to Mumbai when I was a kid – about seven years old.  My maternal aunt lived in Mumbai.  Mumbai those days (as far as I can remember) was very Naval in nature, and my Mausa Ji was Captain of INS Vikrant.  They had had a very bad time.  There was a war [...]

Of kids and worms

Posted by Phoenixritu January 28, 2009, under Uncategorized | 22 Comments
Of kids and worms

When I was a kid, I thought the world owed me much, just because I got born in it.  This feeling had much to do with the fact that I was the only girl, and made much of by my grandparents, who I had conned into thinking that I was a saintly doll.   At the [...]

Buying toys for little kids

Posted by Phoenixritu January 14, 2009, under Uncategorized | 13 Comments
Buying toys for little kids

It is really difficult to buy toys for children when yours have grown up totally …. this is what I thought.  This Lohri one of my cousins came over.  It was our first Lohri in our own home and all that, and he was in India this time.  I met him after thirteen whole years.  [...]

Rites of Passage

Posted by Phoenixritu October 24, 2008, under Uncategorized | 9 Comments
Rites of Passage

I have got inspired.  I read two most hilarious blog posts on menstruation, one by a woman, and the other is a male view point on the subject.  Thanks Sue for pointing me in the right direction.  There is no doubt that men got lucky in this department.  The don’t have these rites of passage [...]

Some school time memories

Posted by Phoenixritu October 23, 2008, under Uncategorized | 9 Comments
Some school time memories

That tag I did yesterday stirred up some school time memories.  So here goes ….. I must have been about 12 or 13.  I had a whole lot of brothers, one real and about 9 cousins that I grew up with.  It was wonderful for me, when I was a kid, since I always had [...]

For Dony, on Raksha Bandhan

Posted by Phoenixritu August 14, 2008, under Uncategorized | 16 Comments
For Dony, on Raksha Bandhan

He was exactly 361 days younger than me. He was the apple of my mother’s eye. He was the SON in our typically Punjabi family, the heir, the prince. He was the person on whom I practiced my skills of bossing over hapless males. When we were little kids, he was the one who would [...]