There was something very romantic about Bombay 400001 in the 70's and early 80's. I was little but I remember it still. The polyester shirts, the sideburns, the bell-bottoms, the music, the dancing, the fun. People back then didn't need cable TV and Internet and iPods to keep themselves entertained. They had each other.
Goa Street, Karvar Street, Kumta Street, St. John the Evangelist Church ... it was all happening. My mum used to drag me across the road to the GPO almost everyday to post them letters to my dad who was in the Gulf. I still remember how she used to start every letter with 'My dearest darling ...'
Even back then I used to wonder: what the hell does she have to write about so often? ... So much love.
The Goan girls were all either secretaries or working with the Times or Free Press. And on weekends they'd have these rocking parties. The music would be Boney M and ABBA and Bacara and Lulu. Surprisingly stuff like Pink Floyd and Queen weren't too popular back then in India.
My mum used to hang out at Leopold's, can you believe? LOL They lived in a 12x10 room on P. D'Mello Road but they never found it small. Let any number of people come over, there was always place. For the hearts were big.
I feel like going back there next weekend. Just to get back some of that romance. But something tells me I will come away disappointed.
Not too many here born in the 70's I know. This is for all you who were ... and in a special way for a girl called Tanuja.
Goa Street, Karvar Street, Kumta Street, St. John the Evangelist Church ... it was all happening. My mum used to drag me across the road to the GPO almost everyday to post them letters to my dad who was in the Gulf. I still remember how she used to start every letter with 'My dearest darling ...'
Even back then I used to wonder: what the hell does she have to write about so often? ... So much love.
The Goan girls were all either secretaries or working with the Times or Free Press. And on weekends they'd have these rocking parties. The music would be Boney M and ABBA and Bacara and Lulu. Surprisingly stuff like Pink Floyd and Queen weren't too popular back then in India.
My mum used to hang out at Leopold's, can you believe? LOL They lived in a 12x10 room on P. D'Mello Road but they never found it small. Let any number of people come over, there was always place. For the hearts were big.
I feel like going back there next weekend. Just to get back some of that romance. But something tells me I will come away disappointed.
Not too many here born in the 70's I know. This is for all you who were ... and in a special way for a girl called Tanuja.
4 comments:
All the best. A line from English August has stuck to me like glue. " The ecstacy of the arrival never compensates for the emptiness of the departure" !
I wish it would be very different for you !
i think we sepia tone our memories sometimes...going back takes that away. its sometimes nicer to sit where you are and complain about how nothing is as nice as it used to be, knowing that twenty years from now, you'll be saying the same thing about today.
: )))))))))
that's a bappi lahiri smiley -
1 smile, 4 chins & 5 chains.
town will always always be the best part of bombay. always. so many times i've been tempted to rent out a place there. really, why can't the builders just copy that architecture all over the city instead of the sadness they construct everywhere. on that note. cheers.
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Somehow nostalgic posts r always the best!
May b 'coz we live in a constant world of pessimism that it gets worse with time n y'days were definitely better than today.
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