Saturday Mornings in 90s Bangladesh: Cartoons, Rice & Dal, and the Field

This article sails in from The 90s Kids Island — the memory island of the archipelago. For those who lived it, and for those who'd like a story of a different time.

The weekend that was its own festival

For a kid in 1990s Bangladesh, the whole week circled one question — "What's happening on Saturday?" Because Saturday meant cartoons, a proper rice-and-dal lunch, an aunt's house and an afternoon on the field. No smartphones, no streaming — and somehow the joy outshines any screen time I've had since. Come, let's go back to one of those mornings.

9 AM: a seat reserved in front of the TV

The real king of the weekend was television. I'd be planted in front of it long before the cartoon began — and who grabbed the remote first was the house's first match of the day. We had the advertisements memorized by heart. Thinking back, what a strange little talent that was!

Noon: a plate of rice and dal, eyes on the screen

Mother's rice, dal and potato mash — with the serial running beside it. The "no TV while eating" rule quietly earned a weekend pardon. That combination of taste and excitement is something no five-star hotel has ever managed, I can tell you.

Afternoon: the field, the rain, the lost ball

As the afternoon cooled, the call went out: "Coming out to play?" The lane or the school ground — whose ball, whose bat, whose tennis ball ended up on the roof — every afternoon was its own little epic. Rain meant muddy football; and walking home came the shout, still three houses away: "Ammu, I'm going for a shower!"

Evening: stories at the corner shop

Evening meant a cup of tea, the uncles of the neighborhood and their circle of stories. Ghost stories from one, cricket legends from another — we sat silent, half terrified, half delighted. Those circles, I now realize, were my first classes in storytelling.

Night: a notebook full of cartoons

Sitting down at the study table at night, the morning's scenes still playing in my head. Someone would fill the corners of their notebook with sketches of cartoon characters — and catch it from the teacher the next day. No art school on earth has taught me what those notebook corners did.

The honest ending

The kids of the 90s grew up — some into designers (me, for one), some engineers, some parents. The technology changed, but one lesson from those Saturdays still works every day: complete joy can come from very little — if your mind is open. You're on this island, which means some Saturday of yours is tangled up in here too. Tell me in the comments — what was the biggest joy of your weekend?

— Rahul Smoothy ·  The 90s Kids Island ·  Back to the main island

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