Objects from my childhood

Am I ready to blog about this week’s theme, “Object from my childhood”. 

No way. Not ready at all. Though the topic is a very interesting one and memories keep flooding in. For one, I am feeling exhausted, terribly tired. But what better way than write a post to overcome this feeling of dullness.

Objects from my childhood :

There are many which come to my mind. My stamp collection- a very good one at that, my coin collection - unfortunately all of them are lost today, my favourite toys -which adorn the cupboards of some uncle’s houses as I found out a few days ago, my sticker collection- saw them recently but can’t place them now, the games I had, Ludo, Monopoly, lots of cars and all amar chitra katha books which were released till I got to about 10 years old. If I remember right, the amar chitra books were released once a month those days.

I have been brought up by my uncle along with my parents. He has a huge house and he ensures it is very messy and in this mess, I have lots and lots of memorabilia. I recently saw my water bottle, my geometry box, sketch pens, sharpners, erasers, letters from the past about 30-40 years ago, and greeting cards.

About a year ago, when I entered the store room in my uncle’s house, I found a plastic box with my name painted on it by one of my aunt’s, which is surely 45 years old. I was so thrilled that I found it. I brought it from my uncle’s house, showed it to my wife and asked the maid to wash it for me as it was dirty and went for a bath. And when I returned, the maid had washed it so well that she scraped the entire paint out of the box. I screamed and almost cried and felt miserable for more than a week.

And my prized possessions, my uncle’s sharpner which is around 70 years old and as its companion, I have a key chain which is almost of the same age.

The photo shown below has some objects from my school and college days, a badminton ball, a globe, water bottle, color paints, stamps from 2 albums and a rusted metal punch.