That was the motivation that drove an intent back then. You had cricket matches with bets–The losing party will make the opposite team drink Campa Cola. Then you would run to home and then the family would drink together,quenching their thirst.
The shop-wallah would charge some 10 rs extra till you didn’t return the bottles or in case you broke them. You used to go to the nearest shop and order 8 bottles,rent the opener and take the bottles home. The evenings in summers used to be dedicated to the “ zing thing” like Gold Spot and Campa Cola.
And then making those “ golis” from mud,drying them and then shooting at objects, glasses, birds…they always missed the targets but the heart always burnt with an unmatched satisfaction. Let us revisit the most nostalgic moments from past.Today you may have a PlayStation, I spent hours making a “ gulel” using the torn rubber tubes of a bicycle!! I still remember,they used to say that guava wood was the best for the Y of the gulel. I merrily remembered my childhood, the then ambiance and then analysed the radical contrasts that I can set up vis-a-vis with the present! And this served as an avalanche that stormed my nostalgia.
Just yesterday Shetty Bhai and I were remembering Campa Cola, a brand that single-handedly dominated twenty years in India before Coca Cola and Pepsi re-affirmed their position and showed Campa Cola the door. This post is inspired by a chat between Baba, Shetty Bhai, Sputnik, Ali Bhai, Arise_Awake and me on FB.
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