My Golden Era

I was born in 70's . An era where television was not very common in India . Telephones were rarity . Owning a car was luxury. Had no mobiles but had a big clear heart and voice to call freinds across the fence and run out to play in vast playground. My mother was not even aware how many times I fell and hurt as friends were all around to care for. A cold drink was shared among the friends without the fear of infection. Mom packed my tiffin but didnot hold my hand and escort me to the busstop . The whole neighbourhood was there to scold you if you went wrong and a whole lot of friends and neighbours to praise you when you have secured good marks in your exams. Often I ran a errand to carry a dish to my mom's friends house living in the neighbourhood and brought back some other dish from that aunty. If while cooking suddenly my mom realised she has ran out of any particular ingredient she called out to the neighbour and very happily the neighbour gave some of hers and vice versa. The whole neighbourhood was a family.A lot of time was spent in friends house gossipping,laughing.The teachers were our role model.Our vacation was to our relatives house during summer holidays

But the things are so different now . Sometimes I feel as it is a different world.In a family of 3 there is 3 mobile but Communication has taken a back stage. I have to ask my son thrice as to what he wants to have for dinner as his cartoon channel is more important than me. My hubby returns home at 8P.m but his conversation with his subordinates and planning for next day is more important than being cosy with me.Have to take appointment form friends to go and visit them. Television is more important. Lots of importantance is paid to infection. Do not touch this.Do not eat from the same plate etc. Kids prefer the computer games more than playing outside. Each adult owns a car but always aims for the next new model.

So friends from my era do you too feel the difference ot it is only me.Care to tell If your are happy , satisfied.

What is Life??

What is life ???
It is full of strife
With friends , relatives and like
People often do things that we beguile.
We are all so alone in our own world
We pretend we understand each other word
But life is not at all easy
As we are so busy
We hardly wait, see ,listen and then comment
so we later on lament
Lets create a new world
of peace ,satisfaction and love
where companionship our acheivement
friends our wealth ,where communication brings fullfillment.
Will it remain a cry in "No mans land"
That I have wait, see and then understand.

Home Away from Home

Many of us leave our home town to work in different city or country. But do we miss our home where we lived, grew up . My answer is yes.

Going on trips or short vacation without parents is fun. The real missing starts when one leaves town,parents,friends, sibling to study or work in some other place .That also depends on how close you are to your family.We begin to value what we had taken for granted back home.
As for me when I left my most lovable home town to come to Delhi It took me months to adjust. I did not cry in front of my parents or over the phone for fear that they would call me back and insists on the BEd which according to them is the only profession the girls should do. With due respect to teachers I am not against the profession but I was not cut out for teaching so on my insistence my parents sent me here to do Fashion Designing so when my father bid me goodbye leaving me in the hostel full of hooligans I had a sinking feeling.The first impression I got of the hostel was utterly bad with girls wearing wrap around shouting at top of their voices, the girl standing in queue in front of the bathroom banging the door. Smell from kitchen ,smoking , using foul language.It was just horrible.I felt like a person in prison . Slowly I started looking for girls of my clan i.e small town girls, girls from my hometown or my language. It was not tough and within 4-5 days I had befriended 4 girls from Ranchi and then slowly things turned to get better. But there was always fights in the hostels.Once my dinner was stolen ( later I came to know it was for fun sake ) , sometimes my slipper were misplaced. After 6 months we of same clan shifted to a rented accomodation and then there was peace. I missed home terribly. We had a schedule to cook , clean. So on the day my turn for cooking would come I would call up ma for receipes and she guided me with istruction not to burn my hand and to be carefull etc. And if by chance I was hurt while cooking I felt like crying and remembered her as room mates were roommates" Yaar burnol laga lo. Kitni careless ho yaar. Dhaan se kaam karo yaar " was all they would say . Every day for upteenth time I recalled what they advised , what they said in a particular situation and then we had to wait till 11P.M to make calls as after 11 P.M the calls were cheaper . I missed my fights with my sis ,my brother's antiques, spying on my siblings,missed talking to my ma in whispers,missed my father's advice, his strict discipline, missed my childhood friends, missed my golgappa walla, my tailor, my physician , my garden, even the guys who flirted, all festivals , customs (which was very strongly opposed by me when I was staying at home).People will think I am crazy but ask the women who are living away form home they will say the same.I began to respect our customs. I often said " Hamare mei aisa hota hai ya waisa hota hai. There was no mobile so once or twice we called up home or vice versa.
And then marriage but I will leave it for now as it will get very long for marriage is again a different chapter.