Gone are those days.....

Its well said by someone, "If you smile when no one else is around, you really mean it"..yes, it happens with me many times..especially when I remember my childhood days;the golden days of my life(infact everybody's), given a chance,I want to live those days again and again!

Gone are those days when I used to get things before I ask..when I used to prove myself right even after beating my sisters..when I didn't know what difficulty means, when life has no other meaning than sleep-eat-play-and (little) homework..when everybody was so fond of me..when Amitabh was my icon(ye baath alag hai ki thodaa height me maar kha gaya ;-) ).. when every festival was so special..when festivals meant sweets and new dresses..when I used to wake up at 2am saying "hungry" to my mom..when saturdays meant half-days..when playing in sand was so fun..when a single cry was enough to get me a cycle..and a single page of home-work used to get me a jumbo size cadbury.. when the days used to end with cute prince-princess stories,when I used to run behind tom-n-jerry, when I used to buy bread just for the different car posters in it,when number of spiderman collection with me was directly proportional to the number of friends I have..when neighbours used to fight with mom for breaking their glasses while playing cricket on the roads,when I used to hate my (high scoring) friends (for a bit of time) after exam results..when I used to pray for fever for getting a chance to eat different kinds of biscuits..when I used to pray for rain to get school holiday..when making paper boats was so fun, when low-flying planes used to catch our attention,when we all friends used to run behind "kathi patang",when wednesdays meant "Chitrahaar",when radio meant "Vividh Bharathi"..when everything was low-lieing fruit..when everything seemed so right...............

By the grace of God,now I am capable of earning my bread myself..to tell you frankly, I still miss those days when my parents used to bring me new things for every occasion(sometimes even without any occasion)..when they used to get me everything I wanted..the things which I buy now with my own money, make me less contented as compared to the things I used to get from my parents..

I just wonder,whenever I cry in my childhood,my mother used to give me "Jadoo ki jhappi"..(haan haan Munnabhai waala) and give me the 9th chocolate saying this is the last one..I casually asked my wife recently, "what will you do if I start crying whenever I need something", she told she will take me to the psychiatrist!!!!! chapter close!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! I comprehend that I am grown up now ;-)

And Radio Mirchi started.....Jaane kahaan gaye woh din....Woh Kagaz Ki Kashti woh baarish ka pani Mohalley ki sub se purani nishani......