I am a 80s kid!

 I grew up in Calcutta, not Kolkata. 


Regardless of the weather, our dinner time was at 8:00 PM  and bed time was 10:30. 


Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal, a rarity actually, that only happened when it was a birthday or a very special occasion to celebrate. 


There was no such thing as fast food on every other day, and having a bottle of soft drinks and an ice-cream from the local shop was a real treat. 


Pass your final exams and you might have gotten a new set of clothes, or Bata shoes. 


You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your ‘home’ clothes. 


There was no taking or picking you up in the car, you either boarded the school bus or rode on public transport, or just walked home. 


You got home did your chores and homework before dinner. 


Not everyone had a house phone and much later, all private conversation were at PCO booth's.


We didn’t have apple TV, AmazonPrime or Netflix. 


We had only Doordarshan to watch. 


Jungle Book came once a week on a Sunday and Chhaya Geet on Thursday’s, for which we waited all week.


We played chor police, lappa chuppi, Football, Cricket, lagori, dabba ice-spice (actually it was “I spy”) Marbles and any other game we could come up with...  


At home, we stuck to chess, ludo, snakes and ladders and Monopoly. 


Staying shut in the house was a PUNISHMENT and the only thing we knew about "bored" was --- 

"You better find something to do before I find it for you!"


Life was good without Insta, Facebook, Twitter.


Followers were the Friends standing behind you. 


We played music via magnetic tapes or radio. 


A walkman was a luxury for the uber rich.


We went to the local shop for groceries and chiclets, jeera goli, kismi used to be a couple of paise.


We ate what Mum made for dinner and put in our lunch and snack box.


Bottled water was non existent. 


We drank from the school water filter. 


We called our friends from home by shouting their names from the street below. 


We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING.  


We played until dark... sunset was our alarm.


If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a day later if not SOONER.


We watched our MOUTHS around our Elders because ALL of our Aunts, Uncles, Grandpas, Grandmas, AND our Parents' best Friends,  were all extensions of our PARENTS and you didn't want them telling your parents you’d misbehaved ! Or they would give you something to cry about.


We respected the Police, Firemen, Ambulance workers, Teachers, Doctors and Nurses. 


We never answered back... ever !!!


We got detention at school for not doing homework, no hair cut, being late to class or being naughty. 


Our teachers spanked us when we deserved it and our parents did not complain about it.


We did not know what luxury was. 


Our simple lives were so good.


Those were the good days. 


So many kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid 😁. 


I loved my childhood and all the friends I hung around with.

Amit Daga


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  1. Nicly articulated . Good one moreover it was same for me as well

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    1. We're a generation apart, maybe you'll find something's alien :)

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  2. Reminiscing the childhood through your blog! Nice write up, Amit.

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  3. Wow, it seems you reminisced my beautiful days, I still remember walking back from school changing my uniform getting back into something comfy b4 lunch.

    0400pm was my alarm and like a gift which the wall clock awarded me to rush outside to play football or cricket with some friends already there. Though after lunch I am very much expected to lie down and sleep else will feel sleepy while completing my homework during late evening.

    Yes marbles and those gup shups with eyes and ears always on high alert about the beautiful contemporary next door.

    R.O. was something totally unheard of. We used to have steel water filter from Bajaj with no care for germs or minerals going inside.

    That Atlas cycle, which I got after lot of commitments and accomplishments is a thing which I still remember. It had V brakes which often got punctured after riding on the grasses and it it repaired after dragging it to the local under-the-tree puncherwala. I still remember his name (Pannalal) with 50 paise for a puncher, which maa used to give from her savings.

    I remember that Jhoola in front of our Govt Qtrs on the plush green lawn, which had a queue and we had to wait for our turn to feel the breeze on my face.

    Only worry was to finish HW and not get caught in classroom talking or doing something mischievous.

    Else we were made to stand outside our class room which was often the prowling path for the Principal, who had a slick cane nicely tugged inside his white overall.

    The severest punishment was the notice in our diaries to our parents to meet the principal or the class teacher for some deed done the previous day. That evening, used to be the most scariest to explain the reason for them being called to school the next day.
    Where are those days brother. Why we cannot give those beautiful sunny days to our kids anymore.

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