About how it was for us in Bengaluru. Shanthi talks about the 60's & 70's. A new series!?

Shanthi Srikanth promptly sent me about how life was in the 60's and 70's in Namma Bengaluru. I took sometime looking for some pictures of rangoli and a jataka bandi (horse carriage!).  And flowers too!

"Good idea to change the topic of your blog from Corona to City Bengaluru. Brings back a flood of memories.

The fragrance of parijatha , mallige, sampige  etc that vied with that of wet mud as the front yard of homes got watered still comes back fresh to me. Women or young girls then adorned the entrance to their homes deftly with chukke rangoli  to geometric perfection. Not to forget the aroma of filter coffee that wafted along with the Geethaaradhana that aired on the radio sets of practically every home. 

Walking was not a conscious physical exercise then as we walked practically everywhere, sometimes to nowhere too! What fun it was to keep walking aimlessly with friends with no persistent honking of vehicles! 

I miss our family jaunts in the jataka bandis ...it was great fun as the driver of this bandi used to  size up the group, then allot places within the bandi expertly  balancing the weight. Many a time 10 - 12 of us used to stuff ourselves in one bandi as we sang and travelled from Chamarajpet  to City Market during summer for a yeleneeru party (tender coconut).

Family picnics meant a full day out at Lalbagh, with lunch and snacks packed from home. What we ate hardly mattered as the joy of playing and chatting was more important. Masala dosa at MTR was a rare treat.

Since houses nestled close together, women often earmarked the steps in front of one particular house  as a Katte ( Kaverammaanna Katte, Seethammana Katte...) and congregated there every evening for chitchat, until it was time to light lamps in the pooja room or go to the nearby temple for harikathe. (Harikathe is a discourse using stories from our scripts! Singing is an integral part of it.)

The " Steel Paathre Saaman" guy would entice the women for extra congregations during afternoons. Old and discarded clothes that had been collected assiduously over months would come out and the women would bargain hard for bigger and more fancy steel vessels. (A street vendor who sold stainless steel vessels)

I wonder if anyone remembers that we bought salt from a guy who would bring a huge load of the white  crystalline stuff in a hand pulled cart. It wasn't considered unsafe to buy and eat ice candy or cut mango,guava or oranges sold at roadside carts. 

Kids these days don't know the joy of playing jootaata, lagori , kalla- seepaayi, (Thief-police!) skipping, etc in front of houses or a playground that existed almost in every neighbourhood. Gully and street cricket was common and it produced some star players too. 

 Ramanavami was a time to enjoy classical music concerts at Fort High School...we would gorge on mandakki  poori  (puffed rice.) or congress kadalekayi  (Peanuts) while enjoying the music. One could go on and on about the charm and delight of Bengaluru...

Despite the garden city transforming to a garbage city, despite glass and cement overthrowing its greenery and quaint  independent houses or bungalows, despite the roads being riddled with potholes, despite its beautiful lakes disappearing, despite so many undesirable things that plague the city due to unbridled growth, Bengaluru still retains its salubrious weather for most part of the year. 

Thanks to the untiring efforts and perseverance of activists and  local groups, the erosion is being contained to some extent. There's so much more to Bengaluru that I wish many ,many true blue Bengalureans contribute to this blog...will be a great trip down memory lane to live through myriad memories of this great city."



Jataka Bandi. No hood as it is now only for goods!
A few left!

Rangoli. Not on soil though.

Mallige

Parijata

Sampige. The trees grow tall. 

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=zAa5Dp2TXcs
Lagori is one of the oldest and most popular game played in india. 

Jootata is a game of chase!
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9h5d5BY3bc4

 The article below tells us how their numbers declined.
There would be many stories about Jataka Bandi. Hope to see them.

It was a pleasant surprise to receive an email from Puran. I have included it here in the main body of this blog!
"Dear Srinidhi
Our friend Chandramouli is right. Let your blog radiate hope not despair. To begin with stop being self conscious and calling it ramblings. If you do not have confidence in your word, why would others? 
Bengaluru has a body but it also has a heart and a mind. Above all it has a soul. Don’t just focus on the lower limbs , show us the soul. 
I have never met Shrikant, but  was very happy to go through his experience of despair and hope. Ask him to write what motivated him he recite Mrityunjai mantra? 
Also, Bangalore has  Tara. A woman with a beautiful melodious voice. Let her singing of bhajans (and other songs) bring some joy in our life. Cheer up. 🙏
Puran
PS. I tried writing the above within the blog but it did not seem to work. Share it if you wish.
Puran "

Comments

P.Varadarajan said…
Some of us, who just adored the old-world charm, ambience, thindi and the gorgeous
weather of Bangalore would travel from Madras (Brindavan Express was a great hit then)
two, three times every year to spend a few days. Travelling with the Madras Ranji Trophy team for their match against Bangalore at National College ground was another opportunity we avidly exercised often. These things influenced my decision 40 years later to settle down in the city.

Varad
Mohan said…
Very nicely written. While I have not witnessed some of them, could visualise them. Being more a 70's huduga, could associate with road / galli pencil match cricket, Ganesha pandals, holi dahana at the road end and most importantly the different games season - bugari season, goli season, gilli dandal season, gaLipata season...
Learning cycle on the road. starting from khatri, graduating to "Bar" and then triumphantly be seated and push the pedal...
Anonymous said…
Good reading. Can relate although I am a Bangalorean post retirement.
Being a resident of Malenadu from Shivamogga, our student days were full of friendship and camaraderie.
Rainy season of monsoon was a unique experience with unrelenting rains for weeks on ends.
Where has all the fun gone?
Never mind we still enjoy our golf and eats at Kirloskar hut.
Hari
D. Raghunath said…
Thanks Nidhi and Shanti for nostalgia. The description of the odours is correct according to my memory. That used to be the first thing to strike us when we travelled in Jataka from the City Station to Shankarpura. The walking partis also right we would walk from Shankarpura to Balepete (grandparents' places)at the drop of a hat. The evening walk under the Salamarada raste (K.R. Road) was an experience to cherish and included the deafening cacophony of myriads of birds.
All this was compressed to about 6 -7 weeks of vacation from Delhi. The arrival in City Station laden with coal dust and blood shot eyes but savouring the cool breeze contrasted to the 110 degrees in Delhi!
Can go on bout that era is only a memory now.
moorthy said…
Yes, nostalgic memories of the past and childhood always are treasured snd bring back a smile. We are also lucky to be able to listen to and enjoy the melodious renderings of Ms Tara Srinidhi.🙏
Unknown said…
Lovely memories. Though I am a generation younger I can relate to these musings and it does fill me with a warm heart. Thanks for bringing home those memories growing up either through experience or fed through the chain when elders talked about the old times! Keep up with the blogs love it. Love Priya
Alka Mathur said…
This has made me feel very nostalgic. I could identify and associate with many of the experiences and games. Some I have heard first time. Maybe we know them by different names. Made me realize how little we needed to keep ourselves occupied and happy. Open spaces gardens and friends was all we needed to pass our time having so much fun. It is such a pity that we have made our garden cities into garbage cities. Debris pot holes and eyesores of all kinds dot our villages and cities. Your writing is very powerful.
Thanks. My job has been to motivate others to write. I left Bangalore in the sixties. Came back to live here after 45 years. Lots of changes. I think the so-called middle class had very similar lives all over India
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Jayawant Rao said…
Much enjoyed reading it, though only Lalith grew up in Bengaluru and enjoyed all that is written. I grew up in Kerala (Cochin & Trivandrum) the first 21 years of my life till 1962, but can relate to some of the things mentioned therein on B'luru, having lived here now for two decades (from June 2000) after retiring from New Delhi.
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