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Wednesday, August 15, 2007
Dil Maange ...
I miss
-Radio Aakashwani, especially the 6 am Vande Mataram!
-The Doordarshan news, mostly the tune not the anchors- for some reason that soundtrack plays in my head each time I sit to watch the news, yes on any channel.
- The chatter in a language I love, either Marathi or Hindi.
-The street noises - from the "tring-tring" of the cycle vendor to the shouts of vegetable vendor, from the enterprising "bhandiya" of the utensil sellers to the "Out hai!" of children playing cricket. One can not think of home without thinking about the how alive the streets sound.
-Drinking Kingfisher - the 650 ml of chilled goodness (the one bottled in Ameerika stinks big time!) with friends and talking about anything and everything late at night.
-Eating at dhabas. Heck, eating at any road side eatery. Hell, eating what ever my heart desires, Desi style!
-Walking in sabzi-mandis (farmer's market). The sights, the sounds and yes, the smell!
-The streets. Of Mumbai mostly. The busy hustle bustle of people, the cars, the two wheelers and the cabbies. The incessant honking and cussing. The noise and the pollution.
-The rickshaws blaring music, even though it is Himesh's surrrrrrrrrrrr.. I miss those decked up rickshaws and the totally unfit woofers and speakers they have.
-The people - the massive outpouring from the locals at Churchgate or VT. The overwhelming sense of being alone in a crowd.
-Watching cricket. With friends. Or with strangers at a road side TV.
-Riding a bike (a motorcycle), just zipping and zig-zagging in the traffic.
-The clothes fluttering on the lines on a hot summer day.
-Raising the volume and singing along when they play the old favorite songs or advertisements on TV (check here and here for some classics).
-The Rains or rather the Monsoon season. Drinking hot coffee and eating garam pakora on the window seat. Just listening to the rain as it drenches the Earth.
-The Marine drive at night. The Queens necklace. The beach and the traffic zipping by. Need I say more?
Sigh! Yes, Dil Mange More....
-Radio Aakashwani, especially the 6 am Vande Mataram!
-The Doordarshan news, mostly the tune not the anchors- for some reason that soundtrack plays in my head each time I sit to watch the news, yes on any channel.
- The chatter in a language I love, either Marathi or Hindi.
-The street noises - from the "tring-tring" of the cycle vendor to the shouts of vegetable vendor, from the enterprising "bhandiya" of the utensil sellers to the "Out hai!" of children playing cricket. One can not think of home without thinking about the how alive the streets sound.
-Drinking Kingfisher - the 650 ml of chilled goodness (the one bottled in Ameerika stinks big time!) with friends and talking about anything and everything late at night.
-Eating at dhabas. Heck, eating at any road side eatery. Hell, eating what ever my heart desires, Desi style!
-Walking in sabzi-mandis (farmer's market). The sights, the sounds and yes, the smell!
-The streets. Of Mumbai mostly. The busy hustle bustle of people, the cars, the two wheelers and the cabbies. The incessant honking and cussing. The noise and the pollution.
-The rickshaws blaring music, even though it is Himesh's surrrrrrrrrrrr.. I miss those decked up rickshaws and the totally unfit woofers and speakers they have.
-The people - the massive outpouring from the locals at Churchgate or VT. The overwhelming sense of being alone in a crowd.
-Watching cricket. With friends. Or with strangers at a road side TV.
-Riding a bike (a motorcycle), just zipping and zig-zagging in the traffic.
-The clothes fluttering on the lines on a hot summer day.
-Raising the volume and singing along when they play the old favorite songs or advertisements on TV (check here and here for some classics).
-The Rains or rather the Monsoon season. Drinking hot coffee and eating garam pakora on the window seat. Just listening to the rain as it drenches the Earth.
-The Marine drive at night. The Queens necklace. The beach and the traffic zipping by. Need I say more?
Sigh! Yes, Dil Mange More....
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'Tis a common disease known to afflict many of desi descent once they have lived in the US for a while. From now on, my friend, there is a high degree of probablity that you will spend your life either missing the sounds, smells and tastes of India or missing the predictability, quiet and method that is the USA.
Damn, you hit it spot on !When we are in desh, we miss the orderlines and predicatbility of life here, when we are here we mis sthe fun , excitement and adventure of desh !
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