Thank u And the verse struck me. I love it K R IRS On Sat, 7 Nov 2020 at 08:11, Ramanathan CK <[email protected]> wrote:
> Dear Sir, > > What a Wonderful description of our young old days !!!!!!! Verbatim it is > the same with me and I believe with many of our age group !!!! I grew up in > a Village in Palakkad. We were afraid of our Parents and their comments on > our performance. Not once did my parents beat me, not withstanding the fact > that it was not considered an offence from the point of law. We have not > missed much of the fun that the present generation is missing like freedom > to move around with friends, implicit faith in the parents judgement etc., > etc. Gone are those GOLDEN days. > > I have a narration which comes to my mind. I was doing my B.Sc. Final > year, result was expected. In those days our Hall Ticket No. was our > identity. Results would be published in the News Paper which runs into some > good part of the days news. On the fateful day I was returning after my > bath in the river around 9 AM. My father was reading the days News Paper > sitting on his reclining Easy Chair, as it was called in those days, in the > outside Veranda, He saw the results were published for my class and he did > not find my No. As soon as he saw me he got upset and chided me saying I > have failed because my No. was not in the list (only passed candidates no. > were published ). It took the paper from him and started looking for my No. > from the top (FIRST CLASS). I saw my no. was there. I showed it to my > father. He was surprised because with my casual nature and not being a book > verm . In those days parents were not fully involved with our study. They > only wanted to know you are studying well and no adverse remark came from > the school/college. Gone are those WONDERFUL days !!!! > > > > *"Give a Handful from your plenty to those whose hands are empty"* > "When praying God do not give instructions, just report for duty." > He who kneels before God, can stand before anyone. > > If God brings you to it, He will bring you through it. > Happy moments, Praise God > Difficult moments, Seek God > Quiet moments, Worship God > Painful moment, Trust God > Every moment, Thank God > > Work like you don't need the money. > Love like you've never been hurt. > Dance like nobody's watching. > Sing like nobody's listening. > Live like it's Heaven on Earth > > When you try your best and your best is not good enough, > leave it in the hands of GOD. > > C.K. Ramanathan Mobile:+919619397548 > Email: [email protected] > > > On Friday, November 6, 2020, 08:19:51 PM GMT+5:30, Prasad Anand > [email protected] [Pattars] <[email protected]> > wrote: > > > > > Well written Sir. > > On Fri, 6 Nov, 2020, 7:24 PM Rajaram Krishnamurthy [email protected] > [Pattars], <[email protected]> wrote: > > > > Sir > I grew up in Lucknow /Bombay, not Mumbai. > 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 and homework before dinner. > > Not everyone had a house phone and much later, all private conversation > were at PCO booth's. > > We didn’t have appletv AmazonPrime or Netflix. We had only Doordarshan to > watch. Jungle Book came once a week on a Sunday and 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 and chiclets, jeera goli, kismi > used to be a couple of paise. > > We ate what Mum made for dinner and put in our lunch and 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. > > How did it feel to take a walk down Memory Lane?? > K. R. 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