Recently I was chatting with a
colleague of mine who works out of Mumbai office. She was stating, though she has
been in many cities across the world, nothing beats the life of Mumbai. She
mentioned she could never imagine staying anywhere else other than Mumbai. I am
sure many of you would have heard this from your friends, peers, relatives who
have been in Mumbai for years together. This brought back a lot of my
conversations that mom that I used to have.
It is quite intriguing to hear
how parents spent their childhood. My mom was 16 years when she left for Bombay
to be with her aunt and uncle in Ghatkopar. Being the eldest in the family she
took the responsibility to fend to herself and support her younger siblings.
She lived in a totally different era ‘The 70’s ‘ when the hippie culture was
setting into India.
As a kid, I used to eagerly wait
for my summer vacation so that I can visit India to spend time in Erode with my
maternal side of the family. A pit stop was always at Bombay since both my
parent’s families are in various part of Bombay. July and August was the
monsoon season and it was that era when you were allowed to get drenched in the
rain; with no parents running behind concerned you will catch a cold; the
amount of street food that I was allowed to eat; walking pass through the vegetable
market amazed at all the variety of vegetables we have. I remember our dinners
used to be chaat : paani puri my all-time favorite, corn cob with masala and
concluding that with a sugar cane juice. I remember my mom’s smiling when she
used to take me on those bus rides; the double Decker buses. Guess she was revisiting
her childhood days.
During the visit, one day would
be my mom and her cousins sitting and taking me down memory lane. My aunt and
uncle used to tell me on how my mother a shy and introvert woman packed her
bags and came to Bombay to stay at her aunt’s place without even a basic
understanding of Hindi or Marathi. They were amazed that within months, we
could see she has formed a group of friends in her regular train route and how
she was talking in various languages; without any diction. This is something I
have been amazed about my mom and wondered why have I not picked up her
multilinguistic trait and stuck on as a receptive bilingual person.
When mom and her cousins start talking
about their childhood, I realized it was a completely different world. I am
taken by surprise when I hear stories that describe a city and an era which I will
only be able to imagine and not feel it – A period which was more beautiful
than the present crowd and chaos. As they start talking about the wonderful
days spent, I listen amazed at things they have seen. My mom worked as a
secretary for GM of Telephones and in those days having a telephone at home was
a luxury. Famous personalities like Amitabh Bachchan, Rekha, singer Abhijeet (who
was not a star still), Late Captain Nair of Leela Groups would come in
person to get a telephone connection and would need to wait for the necessary
approvals. I am listening to stories of times when kids played outside their
building without keeping a vigilant eye on them; the time when ‘Bobby’
movie has released and similar to the story line young lovers were running away
to get married; actress Zeenat Aman a fashion inspiration for college and working
women; monthly trip to Fort area to have bun Maska and Irani tea from the
Iranian café; weekly trip to Mt Mary church in Bandra; spending times in the second
hand book shops which were lined one after the other on station road when
returning back from work; the famous Vada pav for dinner which was around 1
rupee a plate; Ganesh Chaturthi and Janmashtami celebration with regular pandal
hopping’s.
It was really refreshing to
listen to the exchange of memories between them. Their growing up years in
Bombay was a content time. There is a lot more convenience in today’s life, but
they never missed the convenience then. They enjoyed that life which is etched
into their memories. I am glad I was able to live some of the moments through
their conversation.
Bombay/Mumbai is an emotion. Once a mumbaikar, always a mumbaikar!
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