Marisha Agarwal

A testimonial by a girl who spent her childhood in The Netherlands.

Posted by Lincy Gomez at Nov 13, 2013 01:40 PM

Pictures can say a thousand words, and this collage paints 7 years of my childhood in Eindhoven. Eindhoven is a city with more than 47 different nationalities where we all smile the same language. I feel ecstatic at the thought of the first 7 years of my life in this city which by far the most innovative city for urban design. I have fond memories of my childhood even though my pictures have faded(...sorry for that). What crosses my mind when I hear “Dutch”: it is the vivid culture of Eindhoven including the spine-chilling winters, food, dance, music and the honesty in the people. 

My first birthdays at day-care were very memorable, not because of the gifts (surprisingly) but mainly because I would wear a funny hat made out of paper which read out “Hep Hep Hoera Marisha!” encircling a giant number “1” corresponding to age. I lived in a small neighbourhood namely Stevertsemolen. Here, I met the most welcoming and hospitable neighbours. I cannot complain, because they were the best thing that happened to me!

I remember eating Pannenkoek and Vlaai…and how could I not miss the yogurt drink Fristi!!! I used to be a messy kid when enjoying Fristi as it would spill all over me…poor Mom & Dad had to clean me up. I used to attend music (violin) and dance (ballet) lessons at the Cke Muziekschool (and Dansschool) on Pastoor Petersstraat. I am inspired by concept of the “Flying Pins” outside my Dad’s office building (TU/e). I remember him dropping me off to school on the back-seat of his cycle. I preferred the cycle because of the wind gushing on my face. It was fun. 

My school was where I met the most friendly, polite, sweet and entertaining people in my life today. The school used to host shows and celebrate Diwali with an Indo-Dutch celebration. Two days before the event, my Mom would panic as we still could not find a ghagra-choli which I was comfortable in. I miss those days at the Regional International School (now International School of Eindhoven). 


25th December was the probably the only time of the year where children put the mask of innocent and well-behaved kids as none of us wanted to go to Spain with Zwarte Piet (that’s what my Mom would keep telling me when I would misbehave). My best-friend and I would every year go together to receive our gifts from Sinterklaas. It was kind of scary as a Zwarte Piet would escort us. We would introspect if we had been well-behaved that year as the fear of going to Spain in a Steamboat was so terrifying! How can one ignore the “GLOW” festival of Eindhoven? From the streets to Heuvel Galerie, everything was plastered in dazzling lights. Some of them were interactive such as the fabulous mantle of neon lights on Sint-Catharinakerk.

Posted by Lincy Gomez at Nov 13, 2013 01:40 PM