Recently I got a really interesting email. I thought I'l share it in my blog.
Every word in this article makes me wonder, Life was so beautiful when we were kids, and its changed so much today...
'Good old days'
When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket ...
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy),chhepan- chhepai 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 and
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-chaudaris 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 summarise 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 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 superfast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark
windows ...
I Really Miss them!!
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haii... i miss those days 2 shashi... i miss sending letter most of all!!!
@ mann..
seriously..
we used to have pen pals n all.. and used to eagerly w8 for letters frm our friends.. gosh.. those days were amazing..
jaane kahaan gaye woh din?
50 paise meant so many toffees! :(
left over pages? thats was the most nostalgic line for me..
why has life become this way??
readin it i feel like i hav lost something so precious and wholesome!
lovely post doc! :)
nice to see u back!!
@ akila
Ya.. things have changed... now theres no value of even a hundred rupee note..
times change.. ya we miss those golden old days..
well, reminiscing...
yes those were the times when innocence was still whole and there was more to life than just staying ahead in the rat race..
nice blog
hi Shashi..
Well I still don't have that experience of marbles and the stuff you were saying (BTW you're also born in late 80's, isn't it?)
I don't remember writing letters either!:)
BTW thanks for the post,enjoy reading it.Reminiscing is always gr8,of nostalgic memories be it good or bad...
@ noushy..
Ya india was a lot diff.. 20 yrs ago... these small small stuff bout yesteryears.. will alwys be cherished...
made me go back to that time...haye hw i wish i cud live in such a Perfect place....which nows seems nthng bt Utopia bt if efforts taken u may nevr know..bt v r equally at faults as well..bt certainly some part still remains ever loyal to these memory lanes still othrwse this wouldnt hve been blogged about ;)
Gud wrk there..
Chl cheers n tc hugs..
Hey that was a nice one..though it speaks much about a life in north India...I can easily relate it to the circumstances that existed here...:)
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