Post by abhati on Nov 9, 2006 20:11:45 GMT 5.5
>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 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-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 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 'antardesis' and 5
>paise machli wale stamps at home
>
>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 ...
>
>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 ...
>
>
>When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy),chhepan-chhepai
>and pitthoo 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-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 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 'antardesis' and 5
>paise machli wale stamps at home
>
>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 ...
>
>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 ...
>