Received this mail today from a Friend...Probably a forward...but really took me back to those days...
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Those were the days....
When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket...
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhoopan-chheoopai and pitthoo garam 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-chaudari, billu and pinki 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
On a 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 happiness didn’t mean getting vulnerable to the listener...
When blacks and whites were the favourite colors instead of grey...
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 A/C with its curtained, closed and dark windows...
I really miss those .. do u?
When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket...
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhoopan-chheoopai and pitthoo garam 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-chaudari, billu and pinki 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
On a 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 happiness didn’t mean getting vulnerable to the listener...
When blacks and whites were the favourite colors instead of grey...
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 A/C with its curtained, closed and dark windows...
I really miss those .. do u?
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