Monday, September 25, 2006

Breaking tradition

So for the first time in my short blogging life, I am about to copy a forwarded email to me on my blog. See normally I am the guy you hear bitching about all the useless forwards we get everyday. I am the guy who is known to have called the person up on more then one occasion who sent me a forwarded email to give my (little) piece of mind.

But here I am copying a forwarded email. I asked the person who sent me the forward to give me the name of the person who wrote this (and permission) to put this in my zoo. Unfortunately the person who sent me this did not know who wrote this, it was just a nameless forward, heck even I might have written this some sleepless night! But if you've written this, then please let me know, for I would definately want to read your blog!

Anyway enough by me...here goes.


Close your eyes.....
And go back in time....
Before Internet, VCD and DVD.
Before semi-automatic machine guns, joyriders and crack ....
Before SEGA or Super Nintendo or Video Games...

Way back....

I'm talking about Hide and seek (Chhupan Chhupaee) or Barf Panee or Dodge the Ball in the park or on streets.
The corner shop, Butter Scotch Candy, Mitchells Milk Toffee, Jubilee, football with an old can, jumping in enormous puddles, Building dams
The smell of the sun and fresh cut grass, Mayfair bubble gum, A POLKA ice cream pop cone on a warm summer night,

Wait......Watching Weekday 5pm evening or Saturday Morning cartoons... short commercials, The Tom and Jerry, He-Man, Captain Caveman, Voltron,
Walligator, Danger Mouse and Pink Panther.

Staying up late for Knight Rider, Air Wolf or Power of Metthew Star, Watching nice Urdu Plays like Un Kahi, Tanhaiyaan, Sunehray Din, Aangan Tera.

When around the corner seemed far away, and going into down town or Liberty Market seemed like going somewhere.

A million mosquito bites, wasp and bee stings.
Sticky fingers.
Walking to school, no matter what the weather.
Running till you were out of breath.
Laughing so hard that your stomach hurt!
Jumping on the bed.
Pillow fights.
Climbing trees, building igloo Ice Lollies out of tiny amounts of snow.
Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles.

Being tired from playing...
Remember that?

The biggest embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
Water balloons were the ultimate weapon.

I'm not finished just yet...
Eating raw jelly, orange squash, ice popps.

Remember when...
You knew everyone in your street - and so did your parents!
It wasn't odd to have two or three "best" friends.
You didn't sleep a wink on EiD Chaand Raat…
When 100 Rs. was decent pocket money.

When you'd get a coke for 4 Rs.
When nearly everyone's mum was at home when the kids got there from School.

It was magic when dad would "remove" his thumb.
When it was considered a great privilege to be taken out to dinner at a real restaurant with your parents.
When being sent to the head's office was nothing compared to the fate that awaited a misbehaving student at home.

Basically, we were in fear for our lives, but it wasn't because of drive-by shootings, drugs, gangs, etc. Our parents and grandparents were a much bigger threat!
And some of us are still afraid of them!!!

Didn't that feel good?
Just to go back and say, Yeah, I remember that!

Remember when....
Decisions were made by going "eeny- meeny-miney-mo."

"Race issue" meant arguing about who ran the fastest.
Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in "Monopoly".

The worst thing you could catch from other person was germs, and the worst thing in your day was having to sit next to opposite sex.

Having a weapon in school, meant being caught with a catapult.
Nobody was prettier than your Mum.
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.

Taking drugs meant orange-flavoured chewable aspirin.
Ice cream was considered a basic food group.

Getting a foot of snow was a dream come true.

Abilities were discovered because of a "double-dare".
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.

If you can remember most of these, then you have LIVED!

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