Sunday, October 19, 2008

Yaadein

Yaadein (pleasant memories)

When Gulli-Danda &Kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket.
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhepan-chhepai
& pitthoo anytime ... When we desperately waited for "Yeh Jo Hai
Jindagi" (Doordarshan serial)
When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, Dada Daadi Ki Kahaniyaanwere 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 Mummies and papas while slapping/beating us ..
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and Chacha-Chaudaris & Billus were our heroes ..
When we were in Nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechies ..
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and "ek do teen chaar" and "Rajani" 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
& 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 & papa"
type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing ..
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaalson
Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents ...

The list can be endless ...
On the serious note I would like to summarize 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 sincerely ..
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 favorite 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 super fast"s second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows ...
I really miss them(From the bottom of my heart).. don"t u?

Contributed by Subash Singh, 1985 batch

3 comments:

KVM Alumnus said...

Yes

And to this you can add the Stick Ice Cream ( Orange or Gulabi) sold at the School Gate....
The fun I used to have hanging on at the Door of the Bus....( I travelled From Chinna Waltair to Malkapuram ) by the Public Transport
The endless trips that I had made on my Cycle on the Ramkrishna Beach....

Those were the days of Cotton Candy and Sugar Cane Juice!!

Of Climbing Trees and eating Roasted Cashews....of Sticky hands because we were eating the fruit below the Cashew Kernel.....truly I wonder if how many kids these days know that the Cashew comes in a Kernel which can be roasted and below the Kernel you have a fruit that is really as sweet as it is sticky!!

And thanks to a class mate of mine ...Bhagwant Kaur Sandhu who is yet to be traced and join this forum .....we even went into a Submarine and the INS Amba!!

KVM Alumnus said...

The comment about sticky ice cream etc was by Jayachandran, 1976

KVM Alumnus said...

The Stick Ice cream wala would have a system of charging 10 paise for a draw - normally one piece would cost 5 paise ( today u give a beggar 50 paise and he would probably throw it back on your face) - you could draw a slip and depending on the number you drew you would get so many ice sticks. Once , after days and days of watching him when no one would get lucky, we created a slip like the one he used to have and wrote the number 10 on it, and enjoyed 10 ice fruits or sticks. The poor guy was stumped as he had only one slip with 10 on it and after we left he checked and found one more.

Yeah man, the GOOD OLD DAYS.

mallik (K V B M Rao)