|Posted by Rene on September 24, 2012 at 9:20 AM|
How does one write a Blog about MARINAGAR- when the word itself throws up Myriads of Images full of mixed emotions from Joy, to Love, to remorse to happiness to . . . . . MAGIC that is MARINAGAR itself..
Looking back and then looking forward, (now with a WUNDERBAR kid named Joshua), I know and probably always knew that I would not have wanted anything less for myself and now, for Joshua, than . . . . . . . . living a life called MARINAGAR.
The BESTEST years have been “Marinagar”. I grew up here, shed my innocence here, Loved here . . . . lay heartbroken too! ALL HERE in the magical place we call Marinagar.
Children growing up in Marinagar, will later compare their lives to that of Tom Sawyers’ or Huckleberry Finn. YES!! we sneaked out of home to play, we waited for the right time to climb trees and rob guavas, we shot down pigeons and learnt how to even cook them. (EWWWW!!) . Our Meals were of Guavas, Kairi, Kuchumdar of raw papaya and these were FREE, as we had robbed them off the trees in where else?? MARINAGAR. I remember learning to swim in the “kabrastan well!! Rocky and dangerous, but what the hell!! ALL of Marinagars kids were in there!!!
School was a cinch as we walked across, and we had a group who went just that way. Our Homes were in Marinagar, the music was in Marinagar, the FUNNNN was in Marinagar and even our girlfriends were MARINAGAR-made!!! YES, we did not have to go elsewhere to “line-marao”!!!
YES Marinagar was Colorful!!!
The very word MARINAGAR, brings a smile to my face and when I go down memory lane, a sense of Bon-homie pervades my every senses.
My first day in Marinagar, after having lived in Byculla, a throbbing bustling location, and having studied at St Mary’s, I felt like I had arrived at a picnic spot! Greenery, and an wide open playground was EVERYTHING any young kid could dream of. Add to the vista the “chawls” (as they were referred to then) and happy picture was completed.
For me, as a kid, Marinagar was a little town by itself. In “them” days,(read days of yore) we had our own home-made hooch, our very own Dentists, Our very own Doctors, our very own Maternity home, (lay them, deliver them!!) our very own teachers , our very own lawyers and for want of color, we even had our very own home grown Gangsters and our very own “roll-in-the-hay” house too!!!
Marinagar was COMPLETE!!
Having been away, travelled the world, and then come back to live here, has been the easiest of moves. All my childhood frens (Glynis, Karen, Theresa, Ivan, Sunita, Clarence, Anne and for that matter ANYONE), when we meet, there is a warmth, a glow, a feeling of comfort and happiness, of contentment and trust, of being who we really are with no pretentions, ALL brought out by the fact that we lived, loved and still love like TRUE “MARINAGARIANS”