Dog Foop Days (and Other Such Stuff)

Nicely written with some memorable bits (``...Some of the kids felt sorry for me and tried to share their hefty turkey or roast beef deluxes (fresh from their Rainbow Brite, Hulk Hogan lunchboxes) with me. But I always said no. I was a proud little kid and I ate my own food happily...``

Thank you for this simple wholesome fare.

Regards,

Aamir

pleasant light reading, brought back a few barbie memories. i cut my dolls hair too, shortly after biting her nose off in a fit of kiddy rage, and poor cindy had her hair dyed with cherry blossom and then got run over by a dinky truck driven by (of course) me.

this seems incomplete, like you have just begun to tell a story and then run out of patience. maybe you could go back to it later.

but keep posting. better dolls than osama.

shandana

Can`t imagine a grown up whining over some stupid doll that s/he never had..... or maybe I lack the sensitivity to grasp the subtle mataphors, who knows?

What is interesting though is the description of living in poverty (abject, as compared to relative poverty) in the US. Most (expat) people you hear of are the middle-class educated variety, who lack no material comforts and so naturally crave for those irreplaceable things they miss from back home: raucous relatives, effusive neighbours, noisy marketplaces, boisterous festivals, respect for elders, that kinds thing.... it was nice to get the ``other`` perspective.

Did you know there actually exists a museum of Barbie Dolls? ... I think it is in Wisconsin, though I am not exactly sure ,as I visited the place long ago.You might enjoy it !

Thanks for sharing this article with us ... it was a refreshing change :)

Wasn`t Ken Barbie`s Handsome Prince ? ... and Barbie had a younger sister too ... Was it Skipper ? These are one of the drawbacks of not having daughters .... I am just out of the fun now :(

``I miss happiness and the simple things in life. I miss the feeling of wanting something badly, not getting it, and finding happiness in something less.``

hmm I think we as a species like to dwell on the past. No matter how much better it is right now - we never recognize this fact till it becomes the past. Forget the past - bury it - move on!!

My niece got a doll like Cindy/ Mindy on one of her Birhtdays and what did she do with it. Well in the doll house filled uncountable Barbies, Cindy/ Mindy was made the `mai` - the housemaid - of the house.

Mona

A. Bismil,
you should write more on CHOWK and submit this kind of work to other publications.
This writing, barring a few fuzzy spots (My age?)was extremely readable and actually took me back to my own initial poverty in the United States.
Very well done!

Ras

Her name was Cindy, and she wasn`t the el-cheapo version of Barbie, she was the English version - or Barbie was the American version of Cindy. Cindy was quite high quality. Princess Diana`s designer made dresses for Cindy. ``Cindy is every girl`s dream`` the ad went. But maybe this was a totally different American doll.