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Friday, July 20, 2012

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I was 5 and the only kid to my parents and was a huge fan of cricket. Don’t remember how it all happened, I was a huge Indian team fan, me and the kids in the hood followed everything that the Indian team did on the Panasonic color television imported from Saudi in the neighbor’s house. Life was much free then, I didn’t have to think twice before doing anything, we got the bats carved out of the branches of the coconut tree, five rupees rubber balls that was funded by fifty paise shares by each of the kids, stumps made out of the unused firewood, and a foursquare barren land in the hood that was our home ground.

 Sachin was always the hero; we distributed the lemon toffees that cost 10 paise when India won. As the craze for cricket grew in us, we tried our hands at making the leg pads which never materialized mainly due to the anarchy of the parents. When we couldn’t afford the five rupee rubber balls we tried making them using the plastic wastes which also ended up as a failed backhouse R & D. Grand mom was the savior to us as she helped us tie the plastic covers together and make a round shape out of them tying torn cotton cloths around. We hired the R&D from my grandmother.

We played matches with the kids who lived on the other side of the road, kids who were not any associate of the P.C family, kids who lived on the other side of the fields and kids who lived near the big mosque. We made sunglasses out of old x-ray prints and their frames with thick paper so that it looked exactly like what the players wore on the screen. We tried to dive like the Australian wicket keeper (the Indian wicket keepers never dived then) and often the skin peeled of our elbows. Life was all about playing cricket in the sun, setting up matches for egg puffs (pronounced as pupps) and the broken tamarind branches that used to run behind me when Ammi didn’t see me back home after dusk.

Like the craze for cricket the craze for the products that the players marketed also grew. Everybody loved drinking boost and buying the sports star magazine which had stickers of world cricketers. That was the first time I saw a television commercial that had Sachin drinking a dark brown liquid. At first I confused it as boost, and later realized that it was nowhere near it, I couldn’t read English then and never knew what the black liquid with a round logo in a 350 ml soda bottle meant.

As a kid I always wanted to drink it, I showed the bottle on a flex board that again had sachin with his happy smile, to my father and he told me since the color of the drink was dark it was not good for kids of our age. And I hated him for that not because he didn’t get me the drink but he was degrading Sachin in my mind, Months later when I happened to go with him to the school which was in the neighboring town his colleagues and subordinates showered all their love on me.

They took me to the canteen and offered me juice and soft drinks; I never knew how soft drinks tasted then. One of them kept repeating few names of the drinks for me to choose and all I could understand was “PUPPS”, and I told yes to it. I was waiting for my favorite egg puffs (Pupps) on the table when the dark brown drink that Sachin promoted on the imported Panasonic color television in the neighbor’s house arrived with a thin long straw which was bigger than the straw I had seen on the mango fruity juice packets.

The uncle there told me to have my “Pepsi” and I realized that it was called “PEPSI” and he was never talking about the egg puffs (Pupps) that I thought. I was happy, over jubilant for few reasons, the first being that it was something Sachin drank in the commercials, I was the first among my friends to drink Pepsi in the company of elder people and I got something that my father said NO for. I had a wide big smile, with all the hyper excitement, I kept the straw in my mouth and pulled out a big sip which crossed the limits of my tongue and went direct to my throat causing a choke and an upward flow of the liquid to my nostrils and I coughed bad, leading the liquid burst out through my nose and I remained senseless for few seconds for which I didn’t have a measure then.

PS: Moral of the story, be it at age of five or age or 23 years and 360 days, never do things that your father prohibited you from.

Ramadan Kareem
T.R.K

5 comments:

  1. I am sure this is going to remind all the readers about a lot of their childhood incidents.Nice on Thariq!

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  2. Well written, dear.Fathers don't know everything in the world and they cannot be right all the time. However, their concern for the safety, health and happiness of their child is always genuine. As kids we often hate when they throw spanners in our wheels, but realize its significance once we are fathers ourselves.

    God Bless You. Keep smiling; it doesn't cost you anything yet pays rich dividends.

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  3. It was fun to read this blog post..you were a cute little brat, trying and experimenting with the game of cricket, and all the accessories that were required for you to look, act and behave like a professional player..I can imagine how cute you must have looked after donning those hand made sunglasses, wielding & swaying the handcrafted bat running across the field, making runs, diving and feeling like a celebrity cricketer. An experience to feel and be absolutely thrilled about..
    All the more rousing, riveting, electrifying, and nostril filling was your very first Pepsi drink ! Haha..I am sure you will never forget this choking foaming from nostril thrill feel you almost enjoyed and was left numb for a few seconds..
    And why O why is it so .. that be it a kid , a teenager or a grown up adult, we are always tempted to do something which we are disallowed or forbidden to by our immediate elders.. especially our parents / grandparents ?!.
    On a quite a few occasions, as a child during my school days, I was tempted about indulging in activities, which seemed quite astounding & amazing but was very risky / or not worth trying according to my parents. Being the only child, I was brought up in a very protective secure environment..with my dad going hyper for the smallest of my adventurous by nature demands..But then few years down, I did realize that I did commit blunders and indulged in foolish acts, which did give a few chuckling moments to me and my close friends including trying my hand at Javeline throw, which ended up in a disastrous manner and many such naughty but innocent harmless gimmicks, pranks that are a part of my fond memories..hehehe

    Yeah...I agree with you when you say, never indulge in things you parents prohibit or restrain you from, but then temptations took and still take the better of me, and I better learn to keep a tight leash on myself and continue to be a well behaved Lady :D

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