Ritesh Dahiya ki kashti.....

Taking the liberty of posting the complete posting made by Dhaiya - This has now been deleted .. dont know why.

After reading this parth & me discussed this for 2 hours at night - causing me to be late at work next day morning..

We discussed the following -

haath wali pencil - this was a pencil that was 2 Ft long - costed 2 Rs & the owners of this became the stud boys of the class ( 1979-83)

Name Chits - available in 2 forms - Chipkane wali (5-10 paise each) & chipakane wali - (1 paise each) { Papa got a rubber stamp made for me so I did not get to use these ones }

Which was better - mine favourite - Camlin Flora, pink phool wali OR Path's favourite - Nataraj phir champion

Which Khusboo wala rubber was better - we never got around to call it a Eraser

Which ink was good - Chelpark / Camel .. Parth did not know about tikia wali ink and I did not know abt Bitto Ink ..

Birthday celebration with friends in Rs 10 - get loads of bun-tikki or bun-samosa for class-mates during lunch hours


Guess we can say stmts like - "Hamare jamane mai .... "


Ritesh Dahiya: Woh kagaaz ki kashti.....: "Woh kagaaz ki kashti.....






Lets go back in time...
When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket...
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy), chhupan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime...
When we desperately waited for 'yeh jo hai jindagi'
When chitrahaar, vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki kahaniyaan were so fulfilling... When there was just one TV in every five houses

When bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if Papa will get back into the train in time or not when he was getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle...

When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the 'yeh jo hai jindagi' day...
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and moms seeking our help while preparing them ...
When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummys and papas while slapping/beating us...
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and chacha-chaudaris and billus were our heroes...
When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis...
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked for and 'ek do teen chaar' and 'Rajni' inspired us ...

When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees...
When left over pages of the last year's notebooks were used for rough work or even fair work...
When 'chelpark' and 'natraaj' were encouraged against 'Reynolds and family'...
When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and mud and making 'kaagaz ki kashtis'...
When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their homes at six in the evening...

When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored 'antardesis' and 5 paise machli wale stamps at home ...
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as air and noise polluting or allergic agents...
The list can be endless...

When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for scientifically brainy activities like 'thinking' and 'deciding'...
When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more sincerely...

When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future...
When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak ...
When sharing worries and happinesses didnt mean getting vulnerable to the listener...
When blacks and whites were the favourite colors instead of greys...

When journeys also were important and not just the destinations...
When life was a passenger's sleeper giving enough time and opportunity to enjoy the sceneries from its open and transparent glass windows instead of some superfast's second ac with its curtained, closed and dark windows...

I really miss ... do u? ""