What was it like to grow up in India in the 1990s?

Here are some of random images that really defined my childhood and entrance into boyhood in India of 90s (I was 15, before the 90s ended)

A detailed description by year follows

Sonali  Bendre

Allan Border cricket

Phantom cigarettes

Hum Paanch TV show

Mango Bite...Parle Mango Bite

Gully cricket

This video that showcases a young Ayesha Takia and Shahid Kapoor

Being born in 1984, I spent formative years of my childhood growing up in the 90’s. Personally, it was an age of naivety, hope, learning and growing. Time for me stood still,  and quite unknowingly I was a proud member of a formative generation of present day India.

You still remember the “Jalebeeee…” kid.

You stole these.

This was your world before Mp3s.

You imagined flying, one day.

You collected these like crazy, and chew off the gum (until the juice lasted).

These were readable like a million times over and over.

These were yummy. And a luxury that you had to fight to get one.

You saw many like these in the magazines.

You had one of these. Just like your friends.

Or these.

This guy was the most clever guy you knew.

You had one of these. The “always stuck” machine.

This was a novelty.

You instantly recognize this logo.

The BSA SLR Ad feat. Kapil Dev.

You actually enjoyed playing this with your parents.

You’d set the alarm for every 30 mins.

You traded these.

You loved the smell of the ink.

This one’s too.

You hurt your fingers playing this.

You never got this until you were “big enough” to get one.

Eeew!

Mom actually put it on you and you liked it.

You loved these for the magnets.

And for the “close-open” sound it made.

You didn’t get annoyed seeing this (like you do these days with your Internetprovider).

You got hypnotized every time this  played.

Your dad used this.

You’d be in front of the TV 10 mins earlier.

We all had this.

You bought it for the cover. Accept it.

 You loved the Amar Chitrakatha series.

Your “well-to-do” friends introduced this to you. You got one at the local festival.

You loved the taste, and the color.

You’ve never seen it again.

Your uncle had one. And you begged for rides.

You played all kinda games with the ink. Also, broke the nib.

You fought with your dad for this.

You haven’t seen this either.

You tinkered with it, shouting from the terrace.

You crave for it now.

You fancied her.

You’d cut out the logo to collect them.

Never saw these again.

They were cool, then.

Brown paper. You’d make the most of it.

You don’t like the new one.

Your garland.

You are singing the jingle now.

You really believed it was Japanese technology.

You flipped over every time you got one.

Naughty. Naughty.

Loved all of them.

You upgraded to one of these.

From one of these.

You still love this model like your current car.

You never missed an episode.

Your first manly shave was on this thing.

You still admire it.

This should remind you of your teacher.

You didn’t like your friend for having one of these.

Female folks in the house had these.

You only saw a few of these, and thought it was weird.

You hurt your finger spinning it.

You didn’t notice him then.

You would die for collecting these.

You were perfectly OK with this. Didn’t even realize the screen was curved then.

These didn’t make any sense to you.

You played with these.

Your first cricket bat.

You collected these like crazy and thought they fought for real.

Your first camera and it had no fancy filters.

  

Source : Quora