Those were unforgettable days, Yes, unforgettable days when Gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket. We always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime … We desperately waited for ‘Mogli‘
Those were unforgettable days, Yes,
unforgettable days when
Gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket.
We always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime …
Chitrahaar, Vikram-Baitaal, Dada Daadi ki kahaniyaan were so fulfilling…
There was just one TV in every five houses and
Bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if Papa will get back into the train in time or not when they were getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle.
We were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the ‘yeh jo hai jindagi’ day …
Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them
Maths teachers were not worried of our Mummy and Papa while slapping/beating us …
We were exchanging comics and stamps and Chacha Chaudhary and Billoo were our heroes …
We were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis …
One movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and ‘ek do teen chaar’ and ‘Rajni’ inspired us …
50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees …
Left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work …
‘Chelpark‘ and ‘Natraaj’ were encouraged against ‘Reynolds and family’ …
The first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making ‘kaagaj ki kishtis’ …
There were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening …
Our parents always had 15 paise blue colored ‘antardesis’ and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home
We remembered tens of jokes and were not finding ‘ice-cream and papa’ type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing …
We were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future …
Being emotional was not synonymous to being weak
We were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like ‘thinking’ and ‘deciding’ …
Sharing worries and happiness’s didn’t mean getting vulnerable to the listener…
We were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerely …
Blacks and whites were the favourite colours instead of greys…
Journeys also were important and not just the destinations…
We were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents
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 …
this is how I learnt to behave mature, I learnt to know when to act immature.
I feared being alone
Until I learned to like Myself.
I feared failure
Until I realized that I only Fail when I don’t try.
I feared success
Until I realized That I had to try In order to be happy With myself.
I feared people’s opinions
Until I learned that People would have opinions About me anyway.
I feared rejection
Until I learned to Have faith in myself.
I feared pain
Until I learned that it’s necessary For growth.
I feared the truth
Until I saw the Ugliness in lies.
I feared life
Until I experienced Its beauty .
I feared death
Until I realized that it’s Not an end, but a beginning.
I feared my destiny,
Until I realized that I had the power to change My life.
I feared hate
Until I saw that it Was nothing more than Ignorance.
I feared love
Until it touched my heart, Making the darkness fade Into endless sunny days.
I feared ridicule
Until I learned how To laugh at myself.
I feared growing old
Until I realized that I gained wisdom every day.
I feared the future
Until I realized that Life just kept getting Better.
I feared the past
Until I realized that It could no longer hurt me .
I feared the dark
Until I saw the beauty Of the starlight.
I feared the light
Until I learned that the Truth would give me Strength.
I feared change,
Until I saw that Even the most beautiful butterfly Had to undergo a metamorphosis is Before it could fly.
Is the above is an explanation of your journey ? Oh Yes ! You have grown mature..