The good old days...

The good old days.....from an email I edited...the entire credit goes to the original auther...who at this time is anonymous...I am still searching his/her name...

"Old Days Of Our Life"

the era of 1985 - 1994....and I lived in delhi...

When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket ... kites also...

When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhupan-chhupai and pitthoo with marble peices taken from some place where a house was being built.....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-chaudhris and billus were our heroes ... others also....tinkle diamond comics and all the variour series

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 kashtis' ...

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

When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home ... the post cards were all that was sent...ltter was a special thing...and telegram ment almost everytime unfortunate news.

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 ...

I still remember those days.....and now I do remember them....I wish we all could relive them again....

but alas, that is still and will remain a wish...