I grew up in Bombay, not Mumbai. Or Calcutta, not Kolkata.
Regardless of the weather, our dinner time was at 8:00 PM and bed time was 10:30.
Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal, a rarity actually, that only happened when it was a birthday or a
very special occasion to celebrate.
There was no such thing as fast food on every other day, and having a bottle of soft drinks and an ice-cream from the local shop was a real treat.
Pass your final exams and you might have gotten a new set of clothes, or Bata shoes.
You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your ‘home’ clothes.
There was no taking or picking you up in the car, you either boarded the school bus or rode on public transport, or just walked home.
You got home did your chores & homework before dinner
Not everyone had a house phone and much later, all private conversation were at PCO booth's.
We didn’t have apple TV, AmazonPrime or Netflix.
We had only Doordarshan to watch.
Jungle Book came once a week on a Sunday & Chhaya Geet on Thursday’s, for which we waited all week
We played chor police, lappa chuppi, Football, Cricket, lagori, dabba ice-spice (actually it was “I spy”) Marbles and any other game we could come up with...
At home, we stuck to chess, ludo, snakes and ladders and Monopoly.
Staying shut in the house was a PUNISHMENT and
the only thing we knew about "bored" was ---
"You better find something to do before I find it for you!"
Life was good without Insta, Facebook, Twitter.
Followers were the Friends standing behind you.
We played music via magnetic tapes or radio.
A walkman was a luxury for the uber rich.
We went to the local shop for groceries & chiclets, jeera goli, kismi used to be a couple of paise.
We ate what Mum made for dinner and put in our lunch & snack box.
Bottled water was non existent.
We drank from the school water filter.
We called our friends from home by shouting their names from the street below.
We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING.
We played until dark... sunset was our alarm.
If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a day later if not sooner
We watched our MOUTHS around our Elders because ALL of our Aunts, Uncles, Grandpas, Grandmas, AND our Parents' best Friends, were all extensions of our PARENTS and you didn't want them telling your parents you’d misbehaved ! Or they would give you something to cry about.
We respected the Police, Firemen, Ambulance workers, Teachers, Doctors and Nurses.
We never answered back... ever !!!
We got detention at school for not doing homework, no hair cut, being late to class or being naughty.
Our teachers spanked us when we deserved it and
Our parents did not complain about it.
We did not know what luxury was.
Our simple lives were so good.
Those were the good days.
So many kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid.
I loved my childhood and all the friends I hung around with ❤️ @1967Vandana
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The donkey said to the tiger, 'The grass is blue.' Tiger said, 'No grass is green.'
Then the discussion between the two became intense. Both of them are firm in their own words. To end this controversy, both went to Lion – King of Jungle.
In the middle of the animal kingdom, sitting on the throne was a lion. The donkey started yelling before the tiger could say anything. “Your Highness, the grass is blue, isn’t it?” Lion said, 'Yes! The grass is blue. '
Donkey, 'This tiger does not believe. Annoys me
He should be punished properly. ' The king declared, 'Tiger will be jailed for a year. King's verdict was heard by donkey and he was jumping in joy in entire jungle.. The tiger was sentenced to one-year jail. '
The Tiger went to the Lion and asked, 'Why Your Highness!
"Years ago, anthropologist Margaret Mead was asked by a student what she considered to be the first sign of civilization in a culture. The student expected Mead to talk about fishhooks or clay pots or grinding stones.
But no. Mead said that the first sign of civilization in an ancient culture was a femur (thighbone) that had been broken and then healed. Mead explained that in the animal kingdom, if you break your leg, you die.
You cannot run from danger, get to the river for a drink or hunt for food. You are meat for prowling beasts. No animal survives a broken leg long enough for the bone to heal.
A broken femur that has healed is evidence that someone has taken time to stay with the one who fell,
We all know that Kareena Kapoor is expecting a second child.
We know that Anushka Sharma is expecting her first child and her husband, India Cricket Team Captain Virat Kohli has come back from Australia to be with her.
We also know which actor wears which designer clothes.
But do we care to know who was Cadet Amit Raj?
We don’t.
I don't completely blame you for this.
We all waste our news appetite on junk news which never adds any value to our society.
On 3rd of Dec, Cadet Amit Raj of Sainik School Purulia, was at his hometown Nalanda in Bihar.
While jogging around 6 am he heard people shouting in the neighborhood. He stepped out to see that a neighboring house was on fire. Without thinking twice he entered the house to save 3 children who were trapped inside. He sustained 85% burns by the time he saved the first two
I heard a very interesting analogy today,
A 10 floor building did not have a lift, so people had problem climbing up and down. Specially the elderly and the kids, so the society started exploring options.
Finally they got some donkeys, who could carry people up and down. The donkey owners would charge people for carrying them up and down for a fee and would also pay 10% to the society from the revenue they earned. It was a very happy situation for all involved.
After sometime the society management changed, the new management decided to install a lift for carrying people up and down.
All hell broke loose and everyone started protesting, this is not fair, society will loose revenue. The donkey owners will be jobless..