I want to go back to the time when...

For a few days now I have been rewinding my mental tape and visit my "childhood" days. It gives me immense pleasure and bliss. I have made a small attempt to capture the past in "just a few lines" and am sharing it with you. I'm sure this will lighten the "stress" most go through during a "hectic routine working day."
If I am able to give you that little pleasure and relief, I'll consider my day as done. enjoy reading this.
I want to go back to the time when...
It was early to bed early to rise.
We revered our elders and they showered their blessings
We were loved and were pulled up We were kissed and hugged, and we were whacked too, very often
Being a good student was a "default" expectation

We would go over to spend the weekend with our friends
And we were looked after as if there was no difference between us and them

We had the gardens we had the rains everything was in abundance
No one talked of any scarcity, or pollution

If anyone was caught accepting a "bribe" he would be shunned in the society
Decisions were made by no one but the elders and none would dare disobeyMistakes were corrected by simply exclaiming, "do over!" Money issues were handled by whoever was the banker in the game called "Monopoly."
Even little things like watching butterflies in the day and fireflies in the evening could happily occupy any free time we got. It wasn't odd to have all "best friends." Being old referred to anyone over out-of-school, and it didn’t matter what he was doing..

The only dates we knew were in the "calendar" or the "dry fruit" that came from Kabul or ArabiaThe net on a tennis court was the perfect height to play volleyball and rules didn't matter.
Having a weapon in school meant being caught with a catapult. Nobody was prettier than Mom and no one more handsome than Dad. Falling and getting hurt was a common occurrence
Scrapes and bruises were kissed and made better.
It was a big deal to finally be tall enough to ride the "big people" bicyclesGetting a drive to the zoo was a dream come true. Abilities were discovered because of a "dare-devil" attitude No shopping trip was complete unless a new toy was brought home. We did not know what "hijacking" was, we could go into the "cockpit" of the plane while on "land" or in "air"
We would go in ruptures to meet and speak to the flying crew, we would listen to them intently when they told us about the instruments and the panel

We would love to watch the steam engine to tug along "chook, chook, chook ........We would dream to be in the engine along with the driver when the train was hurtling at high speed.

We didn't know what "terrorism" meant

The whole nation would be shocked if the hear a murder. It would make "headlines" in newspapers. There were a few of them at that time and almost everyone would feel involved in the case, wanting the accused to be punished severely

Spinning around, getting dizzy and falling down was cause for giggles. The worst embarrassment was being picked last for a team.
War was a card game. Water balloons were the ultimate weapon. We didn't know what "Drugs" meant And for us medicines would be some "white tablets - one BIG ONE, AND ONE small one, and orange-flavored pink mixture which tasted "sweet, or a maroon coloured one which was slightly "bitter.
We would skip anything but a "break-fast," drink a lot of milk in any form, and swallow chocolates, eat a lot of sweets and candies, fruits and fries.
We would listen to the Radio – Vivid Bharathi and Radio Ceylon for our favourite songs and on Wednesday Nights it was always “Binaca Geet Mala” from 8.00 PM to 9.00 PM and Amin Sayani the host was magnificient and for the "hot news" it was always the All India Radio 9.00 – 9.15 PM .

We would love to read the "newspaper" as it gave us a lot of "worldly information. " We always enjoyed reading every word on the "sports page" particularly and would get pulled up very often for remembering only "sporting news"
Older siblings were the worst tormentors, but also the fiercest protectors.
Now that I have "Grown Up" in Life!!!!!!!! I can remember most or all of these, and I believe we have LIVED!!! and really LOVED IT! If you feel you've missed out on something, remember you might also have some good moments to share when you've grown up like we have - LIVE EVERY MOMENT.
To Whom It May Concern!
I am hereby officially tendering my resignation as an adult.

I have decided I would like to accept no adult responsibilities but yes the responsibilities of a 8 year old again. I want to go to an ordinary Dhaba close to my house and think that it's a four star restaurant, have my faourite rajma chawal or go to an Irani Restaurant, ask for bun-mask, khara biscuits, along with a garam chai.

I want to go across a fresh mud puddle especially after the first monsoon rain, and make ripples with rocks.

I want to think M stand for "majaa" and not money, because you can enjoy them.

I want to play gilli danda during breaks or when it is raining and scribble on the walls with colour crayons and splash watercolors on white walls with balloons filled with colours and I throw them on a white wall to create an inexplicable piece of art.

I want to lie under a big papal tree and drink lemon juice, mango juice, pine apple juice, sugar cane juice, grape juice, lassi, with my friends on a hot summers day.

I want to climb the highest hills and want the clouds to brush past my face, I want to know if it feels cold or warm.

I want to return to a time when life was simple. When all you knew were colors, addition tables and simple nursery rhymes, and building vocabulary. We never knew the words like terrorism, hi-jack, and so many of the vulgar words that are used so blatantly these days - in the head lines of news papers too. But that didn't bother you, because you didn't know what you didn't know and you didn't care. When all you knew was to be happy because you didn't know all the things that should make you worried and upset.

I want to think that the world is fair. That everyone in it is honest and good. I want to believe that anything and everything is possible. When we thought the worst thing in the world was if someone took your jump rope from you or picked you last for kickball?

I want to be oblivious to the complexity of life and be overly excited by little things once again.

I want to return to the days when reading was fun and music was clean. When television was used to report the news or for family entertainment

I would walk on the beach and only think of the sand between my toes and the prettiest seashell I could find.

I would spend my afternoon climbing trees and riding my bike.

I want to live simply again.

I don't want my day to consist of computer crashes, mountains of paperwork, depressing news, or how to survive more days in the month than there is money in the bank, doctor bills, gossip, illness and loss of loved ones.

I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams, the imagination, the advancement of mankind and making sand castles on the beach sand.

I want my father to take us out on weekends, and treat us to good simple lunches, take us to the lake, take us for walks on the banks of the river, eat peanuts, popcorns, drink tender coconut water, eat raw mango with salt and chilli powder, and my mother making all of us sit around to play or to sing or to feed us all from her hands.

So....no more cheque book, no more cars and the traffic to worry about and I want to reduce me credit cards to ashes.

I am officially resigning from adulthood.

And if you want to discuss this further, you'll have to catch me first, cause.............

You will have to also resign from adulthood and become a "child" again..
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