Didnt write this one but I relate to whatever is written.
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When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket ...
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhupan-chhupai and pitthoo anytime ...
When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai jindagi', When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki kahaniyaan were so fulfilling ... When there was just one tv in every five houses
When bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle ...
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the 'yeh jo hai jindagi' day ...
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them....
When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummys and papas while slapping/beating us ...
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and chacha-chaudharis and billus were our heroes ...
When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis ...
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us ...
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees ...
When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work ...
When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged against 'reynolds and family' ...
When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making 'kaagaj ki kishtis'
When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening ...
When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home
When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding 'ice-cream and papa' type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing ...
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents the list can be endless .................
On the serious note I would like to summarize with ...
When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and 'deciding' ...
When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerily ...
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future ...
When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak
When sharing worries and happiness's didn't mean getting vulnerable to the listener ...
When blacks and whites were the favourite colours instead of greys ...
When journeys also were important and not just the destinations ...
When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the sceneries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some super fasts second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows ...
I really miss ........ do u??????????....???????????..................
Thursday, August 04, 2005
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When life was about relationships made, nurtured and cherished;
Not about fortunes made, nurtured and cherished.
When a smile could strike a million chords,
When a gaze was enough to melt hearts,
When "jaadu ki jhappis" actually existed.
Where are those days...
Lost in time, in space?
But they can be revisited
if you try
close your eyes
take your dreams
to a world that was once ours.
Sorry for the unasked for poetry. I actually started out just typing a comment, but couldn't help that flow or you can call it "an itch" to express myself :)
I loved the article though!
That was really well written. Where did you find this?
Not only you, I am sure every single young man coming from a middle class background would relate to all that you said. Every single one.
Miss all those things. Miss school and the freedom and the 2 month long vacations and the immunity from severe punishment. Miss childhood and that era.
Still foolishly hope to do all that again some day. Climb a mango tree and steal some unripe mangos (kairee) or take my dad's cycle out and be insanely excited about the privilege.
-PeAcE
--WiTh
---GuNs
Hey that was too good. Nostalgic indeed!
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