I AM TAKING PART IN THE WRITE TRIBE FESTIVAL OF WORDS - 1ST - 7TH SEPTEMBER 2013
DAY 7
Reminiscing about the good old days makes me realize that I have left a small treasure behind that cannot be retrieved, lost forever in the sands of time but stored in my memory, never to be erased. Going down memory lane is re-visiting an old monument where you can see and admire and walk past away but cannot dwell in it.
I desperately miss the good old days when one could knock on a door without prior appointment and would be greeted and welcomed with a genuine smile.
Human relations and friendships were truly valued , respected and understood.
Back then very few people owned telephones. But the friendships forged connected the hearts with invisible lines. When cell-phones , internet etc had not yet made forays , neighbours chatted from the windows and balconies and the entire neighbourhood joined the conversation. Now balconies and windows are heavily barricaded that only air and sunlight can pass through.
As children we played outdoors games in the evenings like Dabba ice-pice , lagori , badminton or cricket where the entire neighbourhood children of all ages blended like a joint family . The elder kids acted as leaders protecting the very smalls kids who were called 'kaccha limboos' , for whom no rules of the games were applied. Counter-strike , Need for Speed and GTA was unheard of.
The festival of Diwali was celebrated in its true spirit with each households preparing home-made savouries and sweets like chaklis, chivda , sev , karanjis , laddoos and shankarpalas. We would go over to our friend's house to wish and partake of the delicacies. Cholesterol and B.P. had not yet invaded the bodies.
Summer vacations meant a visit to maternal/paternal grandma's houses to return with rich memories.
My favourite game was cricket when all the players wore white and was still a gentleman's game. A Test Match of 5 days played was viewed with great interest and enthusiasm was was no less than a festival. 'Cricket with Vijay Merchant ' was broadcast on radio at 2 in the afternoon on Sundays and his rich baritone voice still resonates in my ears.
Last but not the least the 'idiot-box' was not so idiotic and we enjoyed the programmes aired. Some of my favourites were ,Different Strokes, Laurel and Hardy , charlie Chaplain , Here's Lucy , Are you being served? and Hum Log. They no longer make good entertainment programmes and I prefer to watch the news headlines on T.V.
Do you miss you good old day, dear readers? Do share with me.................
I loved Corinne's post :http://everydaygyaan.com/2013/09/those-were-the-days/
Well said,Kalpana.
ReplyDeleteThose good wise days. Makes me filled with gratitude that I could live it.
You drew a beautiful journey during these seven days. Thank you!
I do miss good old simpler days, but somehow I just don't have any complaints with what we have today.....evolution is the way of life. Isn't it?
ReplyDeleteI do miss the good old days too. I think life was simpler then. But each age is interesting and brings different dynamics to life. I am enjoying the technology age and wonder if my life would've taken a different path if we had it in the good old days.
ReplyDeleteI wish my children could have lived when things were simpler and seen what it was like. Even when I was growing up things were so much simpler without computers and video games. I played with toys and dolls and read books. I pretended and had the time of my life. I played on the swings and sang all my favorite songs to the tree tops. Those were the good ole days for me, and I remember them fondly.
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Tell me about it! In a way, I pity the children of today. They are rich in all that does not matter and poor in all that does.
ReplyDeleteI miss the good old days too. Sometimes days go by without really talking to someone on the phone or in person. Other than family of course. I miss that apnapan a lot. I miss seeing children play outside. I still watch the idiot box when I completely bored. There is Mahabharat starting on Star plus on 16th. Looking forward to that one. :)
ReplyDeletethose good old days... nostalgic post.
ReplyDeleteThat's so true Kalpana Ma'am! I still remember how my parents used to visit their friends on weekends. The idiot box started write after we got into the twenty first century only to ruin Gen X. Playing in the alleys with neighbourhood kids was such fun and it pains me that my kids are deprived of all those beautiful days. The news headlines keep us from giving them their due share of freedom.
ReplyDeleteI do miss the good old days where there was human warmth and emotions. The next door granny would treat you as her own grand son and makes sure that you have tea and bread after school, knowing mom and Dad are not back.
ReplyDeleteCheerz
I don't know exactly how many years ago were the good old days and and how it changed...i often get into full fledged debate about how my nephews and nieces have every gadget but their parents dont have time.
ReplyDeleteMissing good old days is natural but flowing with the current of life is also important...I cherish those memories and i feel those days were the best...
ReplyDeleteLoved your post :)
You did transport me back to those days with this post. It was a different, magical time, wasn't it? I remember the excitement when people dropped in without notice. It just doesn't happen any more, does it?
ReplyDeleteThose were some real good old days. Wish we could relive some of those now.
ReplyDeleteIt was as if I was reading my own stories. Nicely written, can not agree more.
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