09 Jul

My sister wrote this nostalgic, sweet blog post about her childhood. It makes one think how sweet kids are and be happy with their own creations, in their small world of organized collections and suitcases.

Happy, I was. Creative, I wasn’t.

I was a happy kid with my hand-me-downs. Having two elder sisters is as good as settling in a hand-me-down warehouse. More often than not, you get to use their writing desk, their collections, their table, their books, their clothes.

I have inherited my share of salwars and skirts from the aforementioned sister and always found hers always better than mine. Wonder how the brain works? The dress is always greener on another person (or) another’s dress is always greener on you. Be it the black& red salwar or the america-bought saree of mom converted into a chudidhaar, sisters rule and their dress even more so. I was happy even when the sister cunningly enticed me into liking a dress that she never wanted , making it look as though she was the magnanimous one. Yes, sisters can be evil, I tell you.

As for the creative mind of kids, I was disabled. Very much so. The one time when I got creative, by wearing my sister’s dupatta as a dhavani(or) saree , on some kind of old Pavadai(Tamil for a long skirt), I was mistaken for the maid servant by some visitors. A very humbling experience, no , not for me ,but for the visitors. One cannot blame them. What would you infer if you see a small , emaciated,dark girl ( in a household full of fair damsels) , wearing an old pavadai and a totally mismatched dhavani tied around her ,peeping from behind a curtain.Well…Well… life goes on and my creative part of the brain has been dead ever since. It just couldn’t stand the pressure of going through that ordeal.

Let me take it back. The creativity was dead even before.Family expected it from me. As a kid, when playing “I spy” ( popularly called “Ice Boy” in those days) with my sister,I was known for hiding in the same spot as where my sister did in the previous round. Yes,very very humbling though entertaining. No, not for me, but for my sister.

After seeing her post, the past came rushing and I realized that life has indeed been a humbling experience every now and then. And, yes, for me.


Posted by on July 9, 2010 in General


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5 responses to “Creative??

  1. hema

    July 10, 2010 at 2:49 am

    I am in splits reading this.:-) Bringing back sweet memories of our good old days. You were the tomboy of the house and always did things that I wouldn’t have dared to even think of. Creative or not, you were very smart. I couldnt believe that you could actually listen to ‘Vannachudar’ and understand the play that would be broadcasted only 15 mins a day, when you were just 3!Kudos little sistah!

    • shoba

      July 12, 2010 at 1:24 pm

      Phew!! Thank God that “Vannachudar” saved my day, at least made people think that I was smart.. LOL…

  2. nourishncherish

    July 11, 2010 at 9:59 pm

    šŸ™‚ Hand-me-down warehouse! I identify with you shoba!

    Such a funny post – brings on some memories that I must blog about.

    • shoba

      July 12, 2010 at 1:26 pm

      Only in my case, it was hand-me-down * 2 . First handed over from the eldest to the second one and then from her to me. šŸ™‚


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