90's – A Middle Class Biopic =link= ✓ ❲LIMITED❳

If Bollywood ever decides to make a biopic on the Indian Middle Class, they won’t need a fancy script. They just need to roll the tape back to the 1990s.

We learned DOS commands not because we were geniuses, but because Windows 95 crashed so often that we had to type Win in the black screen to resurrect it. The 90s middle class didn't have disposable income, but we had adjustment . We didn’t have Amazon Prime, but we had Sunday night Chitrahaar . We didn’t have credit cards, but we had saving for a year to buy a National Geographic camera . 90's – a middle class biopic

We were the heroes of a boring, beautiful, and deeply honest film. And honestly? I’d watch that sequel again in a heartbeat. If Bollywood ever decides to make a biopic

You’d record your favorite songs from the radio, praying that the RJ (Radio Jockey) wouldn't talk over the guitar solo. The B-side of the tape usually had your father’s recording of the Mahisasura Mardini chant or your mother’s saas-bahu serial audio (yes, people recorded TV serials on audio tape). The climax of our biopic wasn't a wedding; it was the arrival of the family’s first desktop computer. The holy altar (the study table) was cleaned. A red tilak (vermillion) was applied to the monitor. A strict ritual followed: “Boot first, then monitor. Don’t shut down directly. Do you want to corrupt the hard disk?” The 90s middle class didn't have disposable income,

Sleeping arrangements turned into a game of Tetris. Mattresses appeared from under the bed. The lone cooler was moved to the living room, and the kids were bribed with Bournvita to stay quiet. Every middle-class 90s kid had a soundtrack, and it played on Vividh Bharati or Radio Mirchi on a bulky two-in-one tape recorder.