Growing up is such a sweet experience. Being a kid was so much fun. The innocent doubts and a simple life. When Maths was all about 1 to 100, and English meant A to Z, and science was only about the living and non living..!! My mind takes me to all those silly stupid moments that make me wish I could go back in life.
Most of us as kids always had questions on how we came into this world, and some of us were told that we were selected by our parents out of a few kids shown by God, while others thought they are God’s special gift… lol: D
For most of the little girls like I remember about myself, playing kitchen set and being someone’s wife, cooking food was the best game to play. Alas!! Now its no more a game!!! : P
Funnier it is to remember that I used to think that the actors are small puppets fixed inside the idiot box, and act differently as soon as the channel is changed. :D
And the time when I used to call all my friends as ‘ tu toh meri behen/ bhai hai’, somehow now its more appealing to call my siblings my friends. :D
And of course the first day of our school, I bet no1 went there with a smiling face, only to grow up and realize that it was the bestest place ever.
All of us I am sure always wanted to become mummy and papa at 3 yrs, teacher at 10 years, and a doctor or engineer at 15, only been able to realize at 20 what we can really become and get confused when we finally have jobs !! :D
The didis and bhaiyas , those wearing formals with office bags left us with the dreams of growing old, only to realize it sucks in actual!! The school bags and jholas were better than the formal handbags!!!
And sometimes when the greatest dream I had was to own an expensive set of Artoons sketch pens which has now converted into diamonds and watches!!!
Those were the times when going to Mc D’s was an event to boast, although now it’s like a roadside dhaba for most of us. And the family dinners were the best parties we thought we could have!!
When birthday parties meant wearing my best frock, eat chips, cake and samosa, gift a pencil box and return back home!! :D
It was too easy to scare me with a weird horn from a crossing car, or a barking dog, and the showpiece that I thought could eat me!!! The perception about the Ghosts and the ghost talks were weird and interesting then!!
I remember telling my mum that I am jealous of her coz she doesn’t have to study!!! :D now I can understand perhaps at that time she herself too wanted to swap lives with me :D
It was cute to pool in 20 bucks each with two of my cousins to drink the “Kanche waali bottle”, and natkhat and fatafat, I miss those days!! Neither the bottles nor the prices are same now!!
When even a thought of staying without my parents for a day bought tears only to grow up in life and realize the importance of so called space in life which actually gets suffocating at times.. !! K
The simplicity of life then looks so appealing to me as I now know it only gets complicated, and the chains are getting multiplied!!! If only I could be a little girl again, my parents little angel!!
