Mother said that what we saved by way of tuition fee was best spent on books and magazines like Chandamama. The school, which was Hindi medium, was thus truly egalitarian but clean and well-run. The school we attended was run by missionaries and taught children of the poor, who were greater in number and who studied for free, and the not-so-poor who paid a negligible fee. Within a year, my older sister and I ran a lending library of Chandamama and sundry Hindi books for children and I remember it included a wonderful compilation of children’s Bengali rhymes translated from Bangla to Hindi by Harindra Kumar Chattopadhyaya. Window to the worldīooks and magazines were hard to come by in our town normally. Finally, they decided to send Rs 4.50 to the Madras offices of Chandamama for a one-year subscription. She spent whatever little she could save from household money, to buy us books and magazines.Īfter mother, my older sister and I – in that order – raced through the magazine and pronounced it to be the best we had read so far, my mother sat down with my father to mull over the feasibility of sending a large sum of Rs 8 for a two-year subscription. It never occurred to her to buy us toys or sweets like most mothers and aunts we had. (The Hindi version had been launched in August 1949.) The copy of this priceless treasure trove of stories was picked up by my mother from the AH Wheeler kiosk at the local railway station where she had gone to see off or receive a relative. It was at Shahjehanpur that Chandamama, a Telugu magazine printed in faraway Chennai, which we knew as Madras, in an almost brand-new Hindi avatar appeared magically in our house one day. Having been sent to school very young, I was in class three at the age of seven, a precocious child and a voracious reader of Hindi children’s magazines. We – my parents and their three daughters – lived in a large, derelict redbrick house with a wild garden, and it served as both Babu’s office and residential quarters for his family. Babu, my father, was posted in Shahjehanpur, a small town in western Uttar Pradesh. Interview: Lakshya Sen on his evolution, Worlds bronze on debut, training with Viktor Axelsen & more.How a company run by Adivasis in the Nilgiris won a prestigious UN prize.Investigation: How VHP and Madhya Pradesh police colluded to put a Christian pastor in jail.‘The Matrix Resurrections’ review: Once more down the rabbit hole but why?.
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