I am in serious nostalgia mode. The Kolkata house is going to be repainted after almost 19 years and I will have to cull through all the furniture, clothes, knick knacks collected for several more. I am also tentatively approaching the idea of making some small renovations. Converting the balcony into a library-cum-study for instance. Getting the bathtub fixed. Scouting the Park Street auction house for a chandelier.
Sitting in my bedroom on a Saturday, I have cancelled all appointments, and have some old CDs for company, with several mugs of tea. Foremost amongst these are my Remington Steele DVDs. I can't seem to get enough of Steele and Laura, with Mildred and old fashioned hamming. Brosnan back then seems to have been massively inspired by Clark Gable and there are a lot of narrowed eyes, raised brows, pursed lips and "Ah yes"-es whenever he reacts. There are funny action sequences, boxy suits with voluminous hair, shoulder pads and kitten heels.
It also immediately takes me back to my school days, when I spent several happy hours glued to the telly watching this or Wonder Years, or Doogie Howser, or Moonlighting. Good old American TV shows way before FRIENDS came along.
Of all the things I found when I cleared out the locker in my mother's cupboard last month, was a small hand painted wooden box. It had two things in it, which I was surprised she hadn't thrown out. One was my school badge - a small golden yellow metal square, with the school logo in copper painted on it. And the other was my Head Girl badge, proudly worn during the year 1999.
I thought then, of how she must have looked through all the old things when I was away studying and working in a different city, and wondering like me today, of the days gone by.
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The secret remained or should the reader say remains?
I find this amusing how I always drop by just after you have written in a long long time.
Too much coincidence this and I no like.
P.S. Forgive the grammar. Sounds right in error.
Nostalgia knows no boundaries, and triggers when you least expect it. I came by to visit your blog because I was struck by a sudden moment of our childhood, I was constantly thinking of our good old spectrum practise days, and the grounds near to the stadium and lake. And in my mind, I drifted along to your house, for your birthday party. So, came by to visit you in your blog, and here you are, having written about the same house and memories that come along with it. Nice to read as always.
Great article from your heart!!
Such a touching one! How mothers love their kids! Randomly visited this space while I was on a blogwalk, and the time spent was worth it!
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