Sunday Musings

I woke up this Sunday morning and relaized that it was raining outside. Nothing pleases me more than to sleep when it rains and more so when it is a Sunday, you know you can afford it.
So, when I finally woke up and standing on the balcony and watching the wet leaves and flowers, I kept wondering how the definition of Sundays has changed over the years. Back in those times when I was at school, Sundays meant a good breakfast, something different from the other days, then bathing and then watching Ramayan or Mahabharata with family which had almost become a ritual. And not just Ramayana, Sundays meant Vikram Vetal, Panchatantra ki kahaniyan and later Nivn etc.

Sundays in Bangalore were totally different; we lived in a rented place and we 6 girls had different routines from waking up early and washing the clothes to mehnding our hair, or applying multani on the face and then probably a movie day out or some shopping here and there. I particularly remember reading the newspaper over breakfast and this has remained with me till now, I don't enjoy breakfast without a look at the newspaper or reading the newspaper without having the breakfast plate and a cup of tea in front of me.
So, the rains today made a perfect excuse for hot puris and aloo sabzi and the sunday supplement to go with!

The games of our childhood and other times

Bagadulli - This was gifted to us my our maternal uncle and it should still be lying in some corner of our house. I am not sure this generation has ever seen it, forget playing.

Other than this Ludo used to be a constant entertainer and so was carrom during the endless winter afternoons. Recently my dad bought a Ludo for my niece and we all sat down to play the same like re-living those pats days.

There are other games which remind me of several things and these are Mario and Gobman. of which Gobman was my personal favourite. I would even dream of it. Then there was those troubles times for project hunting during the final year of my post graduation and me and my roomie would endlessly play Road Rash. Then pin bowling during my job hunting days and recently Bubble Shooter during the project hunting days at work.

These games are etched in memory like nothing else and seeing one play or trying to play myself brings the memories back in no time.