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Reclaim for a few moments your long-lost childhood with sunahare kanche ONE doesn’t come across kids playing with marbles very often these days. We have never been able to get over the bewitching spell cast by small balls of colourful glass that swirl and swerve as they dance on the floor — smooth or rough. Part of the reason, perhaps, is that we, as children, were prohibited to play with these ‘dangerous’ things. Beloved father, who was a doctor, had to cope with a naughty infant, who had swallowed one of these things and landed up in the emergency.
To cut a long story short, we have never been able to get marbles out of our system, including the swallowing bit. That’s the reason when hungry grandchildren pushed us in the kitchen what we concocted at short notice without compromising on nutrition was sunahare kanche — literally golden marbles. You may consider dear readers that we have spilt our marbles but what fun we have had cooking and gulping these reclaiming for a few moments long lost childhood.
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Another,
argument against marbles was that it was a waste of time, lured one
into ‘bad’ company. It is true that most youngsters, who spent
hours showing off their breathtaking skill with marbles, did indulge
in betting and one champ wasn’t inhibited about showing off smoking bidis,
it seems in retrospect that what reinforced the taboo was a social
class prejudice. Abacus Mechano, Braino, plastic
modelling clay, and later, Scrabble were considered much better
pastime that kept us out of mischief and harm’s way.