Tuesday, December 30, 2008

Good Old days...

Good old days ..

When writing pads were more popular than cricket
bats to play cricket..

When we always had friends to play chor police anytime .

When we desperately waited for 'summer

When Chandamama, Gokulam and tinkle digest
were so fulfilling ...

When there was just one channel ..our own
doordarshan and we had to see whatever they
telecasted.. .

when Raja and Rancho and Super hit muqabala were very popular ...

When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except
for the 'vacation starting' day ..

When Diwali meant mostly hand-made
sweets and food 'n moms seeking our help while
preparing them ...

When Maths teachers were not worried of our
parents while slapping/beating us ..

When we were exchanging comics, stamps and Trump cards.

when He-man and Giant Robot were our heroes

When we were in our native place 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 we even used
to see other national movie telecasted at noon
with english subtitles...

When 2 rupees meant at least 10 toffees ...

When left over pages of the last years notebooks
were used for rough work or even fair work ...

When 'camlin' and 'natraaj' were encouraged
against 'reynolds and family' ..

When the first rain meant getting drenched and
playing in water and mud ....

When there were no phones to tell friends that
we will be at their homes at six in the evening ...

When we were not seeing crackers on Diwali 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 sharing worries and happinesses didnt mean
getting vulnerable to the listener ...

When blacks and whites were the favourite colors
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 superfast's second ac with its
curtained, closed and dark windows ...

I really miss ALL those Days.....

do u?

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