Remember those days when you could just run around with oiled hair in pigtails (it looked ghastly till you figured out that was your mom’s way of making you boyfriend-proof till Class VII, which is when you started rebelling), not caring what the world thought about you…
Remember those days when the concept of ‘just friends’ meant just that and you could just spend hours with the best friend (the sweet guy who would share your desk/tiffin/notes in school, AND come back in the evening to play) without your other friends teasing you about him (the pre-Class V days)…
Remember those times when you weren’t aware of the ‘competitive exam’ (doctor/engineer/MBA) bandwagon, and happily wrote essays on ‘I want to be India’s first woman cricket commentator/globe trotter/private detective’…
Remember those days when ‘happiness’ meant those annual diwali meets with cousins, ‘traveling’ meant a weekend trip to the nearest beach (Digha) and ‘celebration’ meant the quarterly Chinese dinner at Bar-B-Q (and you would get depressed when the soup got over, because you would have to wait for another three months before you can have it again)…
Remember those days when you politely put on the dowdy frock (which reached almost your ankles and made you look like a village girl) that your mausi had stitched for you and thanked her, secretly eyeing the trendy denim skirt and T shirt sported by the ‘spoilt rich girl’ from school…
Remember those days when life was not about ‘looking right’, ‘hanging out at the right places’, ‘being with the right kind of people’ or ‘working with the right companies’?
It was just about feeling right…
7 comments:
Bloody ell, this was one of the things I had planned on writing about this weekend. In 152 paragraphs.
@ Neil
What's your point? Tell me in one sentence...
What I was trying to say in 2 sentences (look I made an effort by cutting down from the original comment of 4 sentences) was that I had planned on writing about the same thing, from a Neil perspective obviously, this weekend but given that you posted this first and my predilection for posts that are as long as you are tall, the resultant thought proving and funny post would be viewed as a lengthy but 'inspired' read by anyone who reads both posts, which is a highly unlikely event in itself considering Reader 1 aka Anon doesnt really read either of our blogs despite claims to the contrary.
@neil
thas was not only long and rambling, it made no sense whatsoever or may be you just lost me at the 11-line sentence...
Oh, this is such a nicely written post! :) I feel sorry when I see little ones these days for whom the 'looking right' and 'hanging out at the right places, with the right people' starts when they are 6. :/ They would never know the carefree childhood we did. No?
You still wear dowdy clothes and still oil your hair...and still claim to be 'just friends' with certain men!
..seriously like the post :)
@carpe diem
I know.... sometimes I feel so sorry for today's generation. I would have never survived. And each time I see a lil girl in a pink dress, I feel like telling her "smile all you want for now, bcz a few yrs later you will be fcing 100% cut-offs and stupid boys."
@anon
what do u know? I am STILL a pre-class V kid in many ways...
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