Made in the ‘90s

Devika Pathak
Sep 5, 2018 · 3 min read

As we grow up, the stronger the yearning becomes to relive moments past and the ability to sink deep into nostalgia. This is sometimes triggered by the colour of an oversized sweatshirt or the smell of a room when you walk in, but whatever it is, the past just seems so much sweeter. Apart from the purity of childhood and comfort that came from being looked after, there was a certain charm of the years gone by. Music, food, fashion and culture all came together to solidify the moment we were in and the feelings we all shared.

Most children had the same routine, we wore the same clothes, watched the same television shows and had the same fights with our siblings and parents. I grew up in a world of denim overalls, Lisa Frank, worlds that needed spicing up, the Cosbys and digital pets in keychains. Times when gluten wasn’t evil (we didn’t even know who he was), when I had no idea how you spent your Saturday night unless you called me up on my landline to tell me, when the mall was sacred and Will Smith was king.

Today, no matter what we’re faced with, whether it’s art, music or even food, it feels so overly manufactured and desperate that there’s nothing genuine left around us. I think that’s what it is, a sense of something genuine, something real. A real picture, a real laugh, a real conversation. We live in a world of eggshells where rising high and being crushed can happen in the span of 24 hours, which will all go on in your head, because your self-absorbed peers wont’ take the time to notice this. We want to tell the world who we are, without letting them discover this for themselves.

We want to be part of manufactured realities where looking good is the endgame. Waiting for our phone screens to change our lives when there are entire lives being created and destroyed outside the window. Look up at the sky. What does it remind you of? When was the last time you felt purity and freedom? Take a second to re-centre, re-evaluate and re-gauge who it is you’re doing this for. I miss a time where I only did things that made me happy. Where my greatest joy was coming home from school to find pizza pockets, chicken nuggets and questions from my mother about my day.

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Devika Pathak

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Freelance writer based in Bombay. Passions include, but are not limited to, beagles, chocolate chip cookies, vinyasa yoga, pandas & track pants.

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