Ever since I was a child, I have spent both New Year’s Eve and New Years Day with a tinge of melancholy hanging over my head. It might sound silly, but I feel a wee bit sorry and forlorn for the year just gone past given the resolve with which we all are determined to see its back. So, even though the lows far outweighed the highs in 2015 and 2016 is really starting afresh and new for me, I still can’t help but feel a sense of awwww for 2015.
Now, I am cursed with a strong instinct to play devil’s advocate at all times. I may agree 100% with somebody on something, but only because a particular line of reasoning has been adopted, I always find myself duty bound to argue from the other side simply because I have ingrained in me a deep sense of anxiety to make sure that all aspects of a situation are considered and debated. If there is no one around then I debate with myself. And long live Linda Goodman, but no, I am not a Libran.
So, amidst the flurry of HNY messages and new beginnings, this perverse streak in me wants to talk about the old. More so, because this year, I have been particularly romancing the past in many different ways. These are a few of my favorite old things that I am going to carry forward into the new:
1. Chor Bazaar: 2015 saw my love for garage sales/flea markets/bazaars at its best. Thanks to my mother who determinedly hunted down the exact location of chor bazaar in Bombay and we set out one fine day to explore the place. I have fallen irrevocably in love with this place. Though I returned with lots of old film posters the first time I went, for me, this place’s charm does not lie in shopping. My simple joy is in strolling through the alleys of Bhendi Bazaar to soak in the witchery of discards and antiques arrayed in the most unexpected of ways. It is a mise-en-scene drenched in nostalgia and a thousand questions about the past that you are free to make up answers to. The place is in danger as part of the Bhendi Bazaar redevelopment scheme and there is a stupid stupid stupid proposal to allocate space to it in a mall. They have to be kidding 😦 I can only hope that the chor bazaar association that is fighting this out on grounds of loss of livelihood and heritage value prevails because now that I have found it, I don’t ever want to lose it.
2. INTACH: I began a more systematic way of learning about Bangalore and its heritage this year thanks to INTACH and it has been delightful to travel into the city’s past. Ever since blogging found its way to India circa 2002-03, Bangalore and Pune have had a fair number of bloggers and I knew a great deal about the city, years before I even thought I would move here merely from reading them. While Pune bloggers are not very prolific in writing about their city, Bangaloreans are quite the opposite. In fact, it is because of reading so many of them that I found myself falling in love with the city because they narrated such good stories. One of the things that I want to get back to this year is learning Kannada. The classes that I took when I moved here helped in deciphering the script, but I still can’t remember a single Kannada word to save my life. I can never feel at home if I don’t know the local language of a place and for my own sense of being, it is essential that I do something about this. For the time being though, this is a shout out to INTACH for the wonderful trips the organize. I only wish it wasn’t so challenging to get into their trips. It is even more difficult that tatkal and the fastest finger first, wins.
3. Historical fiction and non-fiction: Unlike Chetan Bhagat, I do not carry baggage from IIT and IIM so I can state without reservations that I have always enjoyed history. This year, I picked up Indu Sundaresan and have been finding it difficult to exit the world of 16th century India ever since. It has been a wonderful reading journey and I can’t wait to dip into more. I went back home to Pune and dug through my library to unearth the earliest Dalrymples I had bought and look forward to revisiting them. I quite like wandering unseen through these eras and like how frenzied I feel about visiting what’s left of all of these places in real. Soon, yes?
4. Old parts of Pune: These past two weeks when I was in Pune, I went on a walking tour by myself of the Camp area. This is where I was born and raised and Centre Street, Taboot Street, Dastur Meher Road, Booty Street, Sachapir Street, and East Street are places that are a part of me. Barring East Street that has seen change, the other streets that I have mentioned remain ditto as they were from the time I was born. This is a part of Pune that oozes secularism from its very pores. This part of the city is home to Parsis, Iranis, Marwaris and other Hindus, Bohris and other Muslims, and Christians all living and doing business together in very close quarters. The entire area is suffused with the kind of ambience that makes my heart sing. Another entirely delicious reason for my fondness for this part of town is the ice cream falooda at Poona Cold Drink House. There is no other dessert in the history of this world that can ever satisfy my family as much as this one can. We have all been initiated into ice cream at the Poona Cold Drink House and I would like to die knowing that this place will be around so that I can haunt it on my ghostly sojourns to Pune. In fact, I am pretty sure that I will make my way to heaven or hell only after a detour here.
I also love the peths of Pune, but I don’t have as much affinity to them as the camp area simply because I did not grow up there. But, this time I made it a point to wander through the Kasba Peth part of town. There is one particular old house in this area that quite clearly screams its vintage. Given that it is a stone’s throw from Shaniwarwada, it is not difficult to guess that this was perhaps the stately home of some Maratha royal when it was built. Unfortunately it is falling apart and I hurried to take countless pictures of its facade. My amateur attempts at photography simply don’t do justice to the look and feel of this house. I plan to revisit it again and I hope it is still standing when I return.I very badly want to know its history and perhaps, I will venture to knock on the door of the advocate whose board hangs outside to make enquiries.
5. Radio and Vividh Bharati: I am a radio lover and one of the things that I missed most when I was away from India was Vividh Bharati and am thankful that it hasn’t changed too much. Their programs are the quaintest and given my immense love for Hindi cinema, listening to VB is an easy path to all the old melodies that I grew up listening to. This also, I have inherited from my mother and Vividh Bharati allows me to escape to Sunday afternoons when she would bustle around in the kitchen trying to goad a lazy and unwilling me into helping her cook. I find Vividh Bharati one of the best ways to learn about the country’s ‘north Indian’ geography. Each song is preceded by at least five minutes of recitation containing the names of the song requesters and the places that they come from. I most particularly want to visit Jhumri Talaiya in Jharkhand because it holds the record for sending the maximum number of song requests to Vividh Bharati and till date, you can be sure of listening to at least one request from this place every time you tune in. I hope you do.
6. Baansi biryani: I simply cannot talk about old things and not mention the one thing that tastes best when it is a day old. I am a biryani freak. I don’t think anything comes close to matching my mother’s cooking. I particularly love her chicken and prawn biryani both when it is freshly cooked, but more so when it is a day old. It tastes out of this world and in fact I sat down to type this after I had two helpings of her chicken biryani that she packed for me to bring back to Bangalore 🙂
So that’s all. 6 old things that I love as I slide into 2016. I hope it balances out the hoopla about welcoming the new. Have a Happy New Year y’all.
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