Your Heart May Live Again

Who beetein din…When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more

popular than cricket …

When we always had friends to play chhupa chhapi (I Spy)…

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 …

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…

I really miss those dayz .. do u?

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