Years that passed to history – eventfully and noticed – the survivors remained to tell the tale. Many of us who grew into bloggers, techno-geeks, and technolusts; acquired citizenship to virtual communities were licking our lollies in baby cot which was promptly chewed and licked till we grown-up to MAN of twenty-first century.
But, memories haunt us and we cherish the bygone days.
Cable television and sitcoms were yet to make a living with us. Ol’ granny with silver-rimmed spectacle and toothless smile rule the roost. The electrifying jukebox draw inspiration from many of the lullabies; our mothers sang, and we played with latches, door locks, or the aluminum pans. They make rumbling noise when hammered but mothers never complain of pollution. When we rode our bikes, wore no helmets; when we tumbled and the crown is broken; with a bandage we return to the game – the very *next day*. When exhausted we drank water from the hosepipe and mind’ ya it tasted the same.
We did not have Play stations or X-Boxes, no video games still we will have our own score cards and fun with plastic balls in cricket tournament. No law suits were filed against me for hitting my friend or when I got my leg broken (courtesy my dear friend). The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke a law was unheard of...they actually sided the teachers for punishing us and claimed it to be officially permitted.
Parents never chit-a-chat of how guilt conscious are they for we keep a hordes of sororal or real guidance to take care when mommies go to offices. Picnics are the treat and we shared one drink with four friends from one bottle and no-one actually died from this. We rode bikes or walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell and were actually afraid of the owners catching us, if any.
Streets are the playfields and mothers never complain unless it’s the *company* or fluorescent street lamps dictating us to return home. We never heard of Uptown Girl or Billy Joel or Westlife - For us, there have always been only one Bollywood and one regional plays. After a long time, recently I watched a black-and-white television in my colleagues’ place (An antique curator, okay ‘a junk dealer’) I stooped low to check the label…Ahhh! ‘CROWN’
No cell phones, no personal computers, no Internet or chat rooms....... how could I be surviving then? Explosion of innovation and ideas we bring to the world and consumed ourselves. Now, our children lose the innocence leaving us guilt-laden or we lost ourselves.
Often it makes me feel kindaa to run through the house with scissors and give a haircut to my sister’s favorite doll … (wink). [She turned 33 and don’t play with dolls anymore…]
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