Came across this nostalgic poem & thought of sharing it with you all.
The lost 80's - 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), chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime...
When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai zindagi'...
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 ....
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the 'yeh jo hai zindagi' 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 year's 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 'kaagaz ki kishtis'...
When there were no cell 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 were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents...
when we disobeyed our parents and bought ice candy for 25 paise on hot summer days outside the school
when there were rain holidays and strike holidays which we discovered after reaching school
when we ever only studied the day before the test or exam
when we fashioned our own toys out of sticks and cardboard boxes during long summer vacations with nothing to do at all
when we literally had goose pimples if even 5 feet close to a real girl .....
when you knew things called limca and binaca and optonica
when you tried to laugh like that bunny on lijjat pappad
when you used the word "cadbury" instead of chocolate
when you looked forward the entire week for something called "the world this week" (and much later were saddened to hear that somebody called appan menon had died)
1 comment:
Untrue and disheartening as it may seem Vivita, time and tide wait for none. It is so very true, I think for everyone, to have realized that growing up is not fun at all. To this effect I had read a piece of essay in the graduation days (I am sure all of the people from the 2001 batch have read that piece) where, there was a situation when the author puts a dot on a piece of paper and holds it out to a bunch of kids to guess what he had drawn... there, the reactions startled him.
We lose our imagination and a very good time behind us as we unavoidably grow up!
A good poem nevertheless and yes a very very nostalgic too.
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