In our childhood we develop few hobbies
that we stop pursuing as we grow older either due to disinterest or lack of time. Sometimes they even do not find place in our to-do list or back of our minds. Recently while reading a novel I was reminded of my hobby of Philately
. Well it can’t be called much of a “hobby” as defined by Wikipedia. My Didi
and later on me (who inherited the album when she got busy with studies) just collected for fun and on basis of country or design or theme. Our maternal uncle had gifted this stamp album to Didi and it is the reason behind this hobby. We collected stamps from envelopes in the traditional way, but mostly we bought packets either mixed or of some particular theme (Thanks Dad for spoiling us!!) During ragging in college, we had to introduce ourselves by giving name,place,branch and hobbies. I used to say Philately as hobby. Used to save me from dancing or singing!! I post a tribute in the memory of my oldest and life saver hobby.
It had pages dedicated to countries in alphabetical order with some information about them at the top…but some like Bangladesh
were missing so I had to make entry for them. When there was no more space under India, we converted the less known and stamps unavailable countries’ pages to India.
This country Ajman had these small weird figurines on its stamps and these were available in plenty. God knows why! We had to see carefully so that we don’t paste any same stamp twice.
United States of America
Then there were thematic pages in the album both empty (for us to write) and specified.
I miss the hobby but of course it was fun only when done with Didi. Once in childhood I was showing my album to a family friend’s son who nicked two stamps while I left the room awhile but soon I counted (Trust me to trust no one!) I caught him and threatened to tell his mom (who was a strict lady). He surrendered the booty.