I Grew Up in Mangaluru, Beloved Old Mangalore!

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I Grew Up in Mangaluru, Beloved Old Mangalore!

Mangaluru: Regardless of the weather, We would get up at 6 AM. Our dinner time was at 8:00 PM and bedtime was 9:00 PM. Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal, that only really happened when it was a birthday or a very special occasion. There was no such thing as Fast food on every other day, and having a bottle of Thums Up, Limca, Gold Spot, Coca Cola or a Large milkshake was a real treat.

We took our school clothes off as soon as we got home and put on our ‘home’ clothes. There was no taking or picking you up in the car, we either boarded the public bus or walked to school and back! We got home and did our chores and our homework before dinner. We didn’t have Amazon Prime or Netflix, we had only 1 channel to watch, Doordarshan!!! We had a fixed TV time and we would look forward to the Sunday movies. Chitrahar was a delight and was addicted to adjusting the 13-rod antenna to watch The Jungle Book, Alif-Laila, Shaktimaan and Mahabharat.

We waited for gifts from overseas.. Like Saudi especially chocolates, dry fruits, digital watches, warm cosy knitwear clothing which looked so chic at that time but was kept away for “special occasions” as after currency conversion the garment was super duper expensive. We played the darkroom, Cops & Robbers, Hide & Seek, Cricket, badminton and any other game we could come up with.

Staying in the house was a PUNISHMENT and the only thing we knew about “bored” was — “You better find something to do before I find it for you!”. We played music via the radio or recording Cassettes…. A recording session on the cassette was like an achievement. Five bucks would buy us Ice creams, Campa Cola, marbles, biscuits and barfi. We ate what Mum made for dinner (which was always super delicious) or we ate nothing at all and if we didn’t eat our vegetables there was no dessert. Bottled water was luxury, we drank it straight from the tap. Even at train stations.

We travelled everywhere by Trains and the train journeys were such an adventure (where the biggest treat would be to get the window seat facing away from the engine). Summer holidays would be spent mostly at home or at Nana and Nani’s home and short trips by train, those were the best vacations ever! We weren’t AFRAID OF ANYTHING. We played till dark… sunset was our alarm. If someone had a fight, that’s what it was and we were friends again a week later, if not SOONER.

We watched our MOUTHS around our elders because ALL of our aunts, uncles, grandpas, grandmas, AND our parents’ best friends were all extensions of our PARENTS and we didn’t want them telling our parents if we misbehaved! Or they would give us something to cry about! We never answered back….. ever! And still don’t even when we were not at fault. We got punished/caned at school for not doing homework, being late to class or being naughty and hoped our parents wouldn’t find out or we would get punished again.

Those were the good days. We loved our childhood and all the Friends we hung around with…the best times ever. Those were the days when less was more . We had little but happiness was maximum. I definitely am..And I definitely relate to all of it….and am who I am because of this! The city or state doesn’t really matter….all rules were the same everywhere! #goodolddays️

 

 

 

Sumith S. Rao Alumnus of St. Aloysius College, an Industrialist and Social Activist of Mangalore.

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  1. Mangalore & Udupi is a coastal belt & a wonderful place to live. I was born in Udupi & now live in Mumbai. Rural places are full of enviourmental beauty and good for health.
    Now Manglore & Udupi have all facilities for a peaceful life which I like so much as it is my native place.

  2. My late father wascclosely related to Caitan Lobo and the stories of Tiger hunting was our daily story. my grandpa a truely punie but fearful man worked in the docks, but his love for us never died. my grandmother was just a jovial n fun loving person filling out stomachs with Manglorean delicacies.i am a true Manglorean Love Mangalore

  3. Oh Mangalore! I really miss you in the dusty North India. The childhood days spent are memorable one. Walking to school specially in rainy days, playing in the fields in summer holidays, eating mangoes, jackfruit, cashew fruits, jamuns, black berries, especially the Mangalorean delicacies etc. I still, enjoy walking in the paddy fields, vegetables gardens & standing under coconut trees which really refresh my mind & memories.

  4. Our Mangalore !!!!!
    Wow, soo beautiful…
    Going to school, by walk …
    Coming for lunch and again going back, for the afternoon session , was soo enjoyable..
    Even going to College walking and returning by walk, was such a pleasure…
    Endless, memories treasured….
    Now, far away in Delhi…..
    Mangoes …so many varieties, Ponasu, Pathponasu ….Jamun, Badaam eating after removing its skin , by smashing with a stone …..
    Sooo many beautiful memories…
    My Mangalore, is ” Mahaaan “

  5. Mangalore is very beautiful place. I never forget village life. Iam farmer during 1960 to 1970.My primary school in small village. My parents not studied much. It was very remarkable time of my life. Beatiful cocounut plantations. River side plots full of greenery. Rice fields are very beatiful. early get up in the morning to take buffallos to farms. Boiled rice ganji oota with vegetables I will not forget.

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