I still remember the thrill of running away every time one of us broke a glass while playing cricket. Every single evening the whole complex was buzzing with activity. There was noise, chaos and every inch of space was used to play either the regular or self Invented games.

Injuries were something to be proud off. Fights and arguments were fierce but quickly forgotten. To ultimately resolve an argument there was one sincerely Honest person whom all of us trusted. He was the big guy and he never lied. All accepted his decision and only after he gave his verdict the game would continue.

Those were days when there was no Internet, no cable tv, no fast food joints, no mobile phones and no coaching classes. Those were days when the building compounds were considered to be a heaven for all resident children. All sorts of games were played, right from Cricket to lagori, from tennis(with a plastic ball and both hands as the racket)to goti, from football and badminton to langdi and ofcourse cant gorget games like chor police, poison medicine, land and water etc.

5 pm onwards was the official play time. During school days 5 pm was magical time. An hour before one suddenly became extra studios and would be seen with books silently convincing the parents that all is perfect at the academic front. If you were sick that day, at around 5 PM you would start feeling better.

The only way the session would end was with loud Impatient cries of angry parents from their respective balconies or kitchen windows calling us back home. Back home was some regular nagging, some good food and then we would watch some really classy and fantastic TV serials like "Ye jo hai zindagi", Nukkad, Hum log etc.

Nobody hid behind their main doors and plonked themselves in front of their own TV sets. I harldy watched a cricket match in my own house. Important cricket matches often resulted into building get togethers. Zindagi was vibrant in every single nukkad and there was a lot of Hum ness between Logs.

Here I would like to introduce you to a rare brand of English language. The English we spoke was a direct translation of Hindi. A few examples...
Coming then come fast. What to do re, he is like that only. Then what (instead of "ofcourse"). Morning morning dont eat my head. Gone mad or what. Anyways your fathers what goes?(this we never said. but I could not resist the temptation of adding it here.)

Now its for you to figure out the original Hindi sentences.


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    Anonymous said...

    Wowie......... That's A really nice post!! :) I still remember playing from 5 pm to 8.30 in the night! Making a lot of noise.. troubling neighbours,getting hurt, running as fast as we can to get away from scoldings!! WOWIE!!!!!!!!

    Jai Gurudev!

  1. ... on January 30, 2009 at 11:16 AM  
  2. Abhay Karnataki said...

    mast maja madi.
    now a days 5 pm has become similar kind of timeline for me, since I go to some yesplus somewhere! :)

    My English was "speak as it is written types".

    The first word in your blog title, I saw it first sometime on some restaurant, and read it as rende-zu-vow-s! Everyone in car kept laughing!
    Dictionary was di-kti-o-na-ry
    and National was Na-ti-o-na-l!

  3. ... on January 30, 2009 at 12:08 PM  
  4. Floyd said...

    Rashmin , the corporate voice and accent trainers use the term "Indianisms" to describe the rare brand of englis you wrote about.

  5. ... on January 30, 2009 at 12:17 PM  
  6. Alpa Vora said...

    Hey Rashmin.. You Reminded me those golden days. I belong to the same era of Nukkad, circus and Quiz time with Siddharth Basu.. You reminded me of those priceless moments..

    Alongwith this comes a concern which is bothering me since a long time. I remember, our school trips used to be at temples many times.. I spent those school holidays like janashtami etc. with family performing small rituals. Over a period of time, this also vanished. Thanks to the Nuclear families.. I wonder what cultural values are the parents of todays generation going impart in their children? or the answer would be something like www.karwachauth.com ???

    Jai Gurudev

  7. ... on January 30, 2009 at 1:00 PM  
  8. hajra said...

    Hilarious post Rashmin....Reminds me of those childhood days in Mumbai...

  9. ... on January 30, 2009 at 2:14 PM  
  10. bhaw said...

    Thoroughly enjoyed reading this one!

    *there was one sincerely Honest person

    Here I was reminded of me :-)

    *Anyways your fathers what goes?

    apostrophe bhaiya apostrophe ! Makes a lot of difference ;-)

    Jai Gurudev

  11. ... on January 30, 2009 at 2:20 PM  
  12. atmarati avirodhena said...

    lol my god!! rashmin you are fantastic !! mind blowing post :) instantly took me back to the good ol days :) we used to play gallery like there s no tomorrow:)

    lots of love

  13. ... on January 30, 2009 at 3:35 PM  
  14. sreelatha maneeram said...

    Jai Gurudev..
    Hi Rashmin,
    This was an anamnesis to my childhood days.So very similar.(Except that I did not play much sports).Would like to share an experience. I remember in those days there was no repeat telecast of the Epic-Mahabharata.If we happened to miss on an episode, we would have to search for a video cassette at all rental cassette shops.:)Half the neighbours would then gather at my home to see the recorded episode. Video Cassette Player (VCP)was just making an advent to Indian homes in the mid 80's .


  15. ... on January 30, 2009 at 3:48 PM  
  16. suman said...

    Thanks for reminding the good old days back. Who can forget pakda-pakdi, Aba-Dubee(get hurt badly with plastic ball :-)), lingodcha(i dont remember how to spell) and of course Tup(one of the best).
    The noise of friends playing outside was just irresistable. And if for some reason you are not allowed to go out and play, watching them play from the balcony was also a great feeling.
    And for the hindi sentences, i remember some -
    Aa raha hai toh Jaldi aa.
    kya kar sakta hai? Wo Aisa Ich hai!
    Subhe subhe dimakh mat kha!
    Pagal ho gaya hai kya?
    Kiske baap ka kya jata hai? :-))

  17. ... on January 30, 2009 at 4:57 PM  
  18. DR.PRIYANKA said...

    oh my god!!what a post!i actually imagined and remembered my early childhood days...i wuld like to add that sometimes i wuld run away with my friends to other buildings and then my parents wuld come searching for me in all possible places.and then they wuld yell like crazy!!now things have changed in the sense that i run off to banglore ashram to do an advance couse or maybe some festival like navratri,and my parents dont go searching for me when they realise i m not in hostel,they just know that i ll be in ashram,but they still yell like crazy!!!!i have changed but they have not;-)

  19. ... on January 30, 2009 at 5:06 PM  
  20. ananya said...

    hehe haha...

  21. ... on January 30, 2009 at 6:08 PM  
  22. Anonymous said...

    Lovely post... brought a smile and a few laughs and of course sweet memories:-)). I was brought up in a small town in TN but could completely relate to what you are saying. Evenings were always spent on the road with friends until it became really dark. And yes watching all those Hindi serials from Doordarshan becos we did not have local broadcasts really improved my Hindi. And for Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi all kids would gather at my home and whether one understood or not, we would keep laughing!! And playing cricket always involved the ball landing in the sewage system and with no second thoughts we would put our hands into it, wash our hands and ball with half a cup of water and continue playing. So much for immunity!!!

  23. ... on January 30, 2009 at 6:58 PM  
  24. Harsha Vardhan M.V said...

    morning morning dont eat my head!
    very funny post

  25. ... on January 30, 2009 at 11:46 PM  
  26. krishna said...

    but bhaiya, "Gone mad or what" is somethiong that i and lot of others still use....is that phrase linguistically incorrect?????

  27. ... on January 31, 2009 at 10:35 AM  
  28. Anupam Gupta said...

    HAHAHA!!!too good.....the last one was awesome...

    God i miss those days...when you dint have to languish behind closed doors and wonder why everyone has gone so far away.....

    am gonna write a post about this tonite...i think its time to revive my blog...

    Thanx bhaiya..

  29. ... on January 31, 2009 at 8:54 PM  
  30. Vishesh Jain said...

    nice one bhaiyya

    words are not enough to describe the beauty of your post and the images it conjures up ... this post kind of makes ur chest expand from inside ... :) ... don know what im saying, don know what to say !!!

    This post carries a quiet beauty, serenity and charm with it, quite unlike the other posts we see on blogs generally !! It carries quite a lot of innocence too !! :)

  31. ... on January 31, 2009 at 11:52 PM  
  32. Vijay said...

    Wah, that was just plain unadulterated & uninhibited fun. You made me go 10-15 years down memory lane. Jai guru dev

  33. ... on February 1, 2009 at 9:42 PM  
  34. vinitaa said...

    ya so true... looking at u could never imagine u had such a fertile brain... wow... keep going man ...frm size zero to hero... u r becoming of mine( ha ha ..good eng rite..)


  35. ... on February 2, 2009 at 2:47 PM  
  36. Jaimin said...

    let me add one more ...

    "like that or what?"

    which is the effective translation for "aisa kya?"

  37. ... on February 2, 2009 at 3:22 PM  
  38. Vikrant Naik said...

    hehe...nice one...particularly the last english wala...here's one more..english wala

    anyway, just wanted to say..

    "please put more posts no....you are not posting only" :)

  39. ... on February 2, 2009 at 4:27 PM  
  40. Gauri said...

    leave it up to you to find out small sentences which we would have missed as direct translation.....
    total fun and nostalgic post. remember my langi n swing n badminton days..summers were carrom n chess or ludos, business days....

  41. ... on February 2, 2009 at 8:39 PM  
  42. deepa said...

    Lovely post...5pm official sports time..very true..from 4:45 onwards I wud keep glaring at the clock and as soon as the clock strikes 5:00 sharp, would just run ...many a times without even wearning chappals..

  43. ... on February 3, 2009 at 5:23 PM  
  44. Mansee's Point Of View! said...

    how true...lovely nostalgic post...(a cliche by now ;-). It transfered me to the golden days!!

    Jai Gurudev!

  45. ... on February 4, 2009 at 4:53 PM  
  46. Bawa said...

    cool post lil poo
    but where are the photos?!

    i would love to see how runty u looked at this time :)

  47. ... on February 7, 2009 at 12:31 PM  
  48. kapil said...

    please put more posts

  49. ... on February 7, 2009 at 8:07 PM  
  50. Rintu said...

    Beauty :-)

  51. ... on February 8, 2009 at 5:32 AM  
  52. Baadshah said...

    everything is so very true..
    practically as far as i can guess these moments have happened in everyone's life...
    great nostalgic bringing friend..

    keep them coming...

    tke cre
    b well..

  53. ... on February 8, 2009 at 9:06 AM  
  54. Anshika said...

    Wow ! really nice :-)

  55. ... on February 8, 2009 at 5:01 PM  
  56. Akhilesh said...

    Yeah I miss those days. I hardly am back home when the sun is out. I don't even get to see the kids playing on the streets till 7 pm.(I don't think they do anymore).

    The life of kids is much more comlicated these days. Tutions, computer games, lots more studies, more competition, music classes, swimming classes, art classes... I think the child has no time to bring out it's own creativity. The mind is becming a garbage dump.
    Too bad.

  57. ... on February 8, 2009 at 10:16 PM  
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  59. ... on February 16, 2009 at 6:34 PM  
  60. Jaimin said...

    hey been very long ... where r u ... u shud communicate to us via this blog

  61. ... on February 23, 2009 at 6:53 PM  
  62. nidhi said...

    sooooooo true...
    but i really loved
    ur father what goes.....
    hw u thought of it??
    REally superb!!

  63. ... on March 19, 2009 at 12:05 PM