Sunday, August 23, 2015

Bachpan ke din

The days of childhood are the most to anyone about those days and the eyes shine up with a gleam and a sparkle and I am no exception to that.
I have so,so,so many stories from my childhood days. And I like to keep them intact in my memories by narrating them to my kids now; they are also intrigued by those stories; more so by the fact that even their mom was a kid (like a REAL kid!!!!)

I grew up in a joint family,a full house with Babaji, Maa, Chacha, Chachi, bua and my sisters and brother.
We did not even know the concept of cousins, so everyone was simply sisters and brothers.
And then we had some common toys in the house that we used to share, like the wooden orange,yellow horse like this (Remember???)

One toy and 5 kids to share and yet we were able to come up with a sharing plan between the kids, without any of the grown ups getting involved. We assigned specific rooms and areas of home to each kid. If the toy was found in those areas, that kid had the privilege to ride that toy. And even till date, my mom, chachi and buas tell the stories to their grandkids that with that arrangement, we never had a fight for the toy.

Evenings used to be party at the house. All the kids from the street used to gather at our house and Pakdam-pakdai and chupan-chupai used to be usual games to play. All the auntys and mom used to have their evening tea on the upper gallery, discussing their knitting patterns and dinner plans for the night.

With changing times, the games that we played also changed. But the theme was always the same, to have the most fun while spending the most time with the siblings and friends.
Whether it was the game of creating a towers out pillows and blankets for the little brother and making him sit as a king or playing shopping at home by accumulating different stuff from all over the house.

And then there were instances where mom became the strict on us when one of us did something really wrong or threw a fit on something. One of my favorite memory (not so favorite back then) is of a time when my brother got mad at something and decided to leave the house (yeah at the age of 5 years!) so when he said that, my mom very calmly asked him to pack his stuff and leave if he wanted to. So he looked around the house and packed all his valuables (which included 6 marbles, 4 stickers, 4 toy cars and few other knick-knacks) in his box and dashed towards the door. Me being the sentimental older sister wanted to stop him but mom asked me not to. So in the summer afternoon, he is out of the home, wandered around on the street for a while and then probably  was thirsty. So he went to the nearest park and tried to find some water. When he could not find any, rang the bell on the door and asked for some water. And that's when my mom taught him the most important lesson of life: Leaving what you have is easy but then only you realize how important it was for you.

As I remember all these stories and other anecdotes from my childhood, I cannot stop and wonder how easily we learnt important life lessons through these play activities. With all the focus now on electronic devices, video games and demanding work load at schools, the one to one interaction between the kids and free play is kind of lost on them. I try to include free outside play for my kids, just so that they can learn to interact, communicate, play and even handle their own disputes with other kids in their own ways.

I am sure they will have their own stories to tell their kids when they reach the stage to reminisce their days of childhood. 

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1 comment:

Anonymous said...

Such childhood memories are priceless and lessons on valuing what we have. Enjoyed reading:)