Life's Like That

Thursday, March 23, 2006

I remember

I remember a time before cable television, when the Walt Disney Show and Heman were the only sources of entertainment.
I remember a time when I bought Kwality icecreams from the blue and white ice cream van that plied the streets in the quiet afternoons.
I remember a time when I spent the whole day in the bright summer sun without developing headaches, and feeling tired.
I remember a time when I could still buy something to eat with Re. 1.
I remember a time when I could stay up the entire night then attend class the next morning without feeling the least bit tired.
I remember a time when I loved and hated with equal fervour.
I remember a time when I was sure that somewhere there was that perfect man who combined greek god looks with amazing sensitivity, wit, humour, intellegence, unconditional love, acceptance, etc etc etc.

I remember a time when I believed in Santa Claus, and fairies and elves and brownies and pixies and Amelia Jane and Noddy and the Magic Faraway Tree and Noddy and Toyland.
I remember a time when good was good and bad was bad, and grey was just a another colour.
I remember a time when people I liked were my friends and people I didnt like so much were not friends and friendship was that simple a matter.
I remember a time when I wanted to go to my friends birthday party because she had invited me and I knew it was not just out of politeness.
I remember a time when I did everything I could for my friends without expecting anything in return.
I miss those times. I miss my innocence, I miss the innocence of those times. I miss being a child. I miss dealing with things that were black and white and uncomplicated. I miss being with people who were as uncomplicated as I.
I would give up a 100 Baskin Robbins icecreams for a plain Kwality's vanilla cup if I could eat it without worrying about the calories and my (ever burgeoning) weight. I can do without the 100 channels on my television if I could watch one hour of Heman and come away from it totally delighted and in love with the hero. I would give anything to be able to spend a summer day on a big open field and come away exhilarated with the days events rather than feeling tired, exhausted, grimy and ill.
But more than anything else, I wish I could somehow go back to the time when friends were friends and when one did things for ones friends just because....when one didnt read too much into situations, when one forgave ones friends for hurting one and promptly forgot about it. I wish I could make people say sorry, shake hands and make up. I wish I could go back to the person I was...the person who did stuff for her friends without expecting even an aknowledgement in return.
I hate the way things have turned out and will continue to turn out.I hate being grown up.

50 Comments:

  • You were in love with HE-MAN??? Now that's a straight, simple, uncomplicated response to your post :-)

    By Anonymous moth, at 6:11 AM  

  • And where is that "managing after growing up" manual that I still suspect my parents have?!!?
    I miss those days of careless abandon where all I had to worry about was completing my homework and playing ... everything else - EVERYTHING - was taken care of ... it really didn't get much better than that!

    -Venky.

    By Blogger Venky, at 6:41 AM  

  • ah..my old friend nostalgia. since im just back from calcutta, i myself have been having the very same feelings...but heres another thought. i think it was coelho who said that we spend most of our time thinking how good or bad it was in the past and how good or bad will it be in the future. spend today thinking about today. nothing beats childhood though.

    By Blogger Abhishek Chatterjee, at 7:37 AM  

  • oh those days.... really when u think about it u really miss it. but i think when u r a kid u want to be grown up. grown ups r so lucky i thought.. no exams, no progress report to sign, etc, but now i think like u its so much better to be a innocent child with its limited anxieties. than the responsibility and madness of a grown up. well said ... ignorance was bliss... good work ron u made me nostalgic.oh those days :-(

    By Blogger sonia, at 12:14 PM  

  • Its one of THE BEST flash animations I EVER came across on net!

    Gotta bookmark this post. hope you won't mind!

    By Blogger Ashish Gupta, at 1:22 PM  

  • Welcome to the club, child.

    J.A.P.

    By Blogger J. Alfred Prufrock, at 9:15 PM  

  • @moth: heh!! yes i was!! how could you not be in love with him? rippling muscles, super strength, blonde hair, a pet tiger,a magic sword,constant fight againt evil, and him a prince too!!!every girl's dream come true!

    @venky: hey welcome back. you know, i wouldnt mind studying physics and other such boring things if only i could get back
    the rest of the deal as well.

    @abhishek: *sighs* grass is always greener opn the other side i guess. btw why am i not able to comment on your blog??? tried at least 5 times yesterday.

    @sonia: when i was in school i couldnt wait till i got to college. when i was in college i was in such a hurry to start working. now that i look back i wonder what was wrong with me and wish i could get that time back. then i see my sister who is ina tearing hurry to start working and live in her own apartment. it never changes does it!?

    @ashish: thank you so much for that link. it really did sum up whatever i was trying to say in my own inadequate fashion. and no i dont mind you bookmarking this post. why would i? :)

    By Blogger Ron, at 9:19 PM  

  • @J.A.P: oh goodness!!! welcome welcome!! *very flustered thinking of the number of typos in blog*. you know, i REALLY dont want to belong to this particular club, but looks like i dont have a choice do i? :(

    By Blogger Ron, at 9:21 PM  

  • I remember the time when birthday parties had bday caps, masks and ribbons and we got pencil boxes as return gifts!

    I remember the time when new clothese got me excited for almost a month!!

    I remember the time when I used to be sick and cry and I wasnt asked to be strong and mature!

    I can go on ron....but ur sooo right...I dotn wanna grow up too!

    By Blogger Ekta, at 9:53 PM  

  • Ya Ron,being young and dreaming about Virtuous )) men was fun and so were the iceies.The thing i most miss is being able to have 2 months off during summer,can you beleive how hot and sleepy summer afternoons get?!!!

    By Anonymous rohini, at 3:06 AM  

  • err... battlecat was NOT he-mans pet :) Personally, i had the hots for teela, though i thought her dad, man-at-arms was a little bit of a stooge.

    but things must change, is it not?

    By Blogger 4WD, at 3:15 AM  

  • hey the comments thing seems ok...try again. cheers!

    By Blogger Abhishek Chatterjee, at 4:15 AM  

  • @ekta: while your husband perfects that fat-trans-mogrifier,you quickly start working on that time machine. ok?

    @rohini: please please dont start your nap talk again!! i dont see what has changed, i mean you still take afternoon naps na...even in office!!! *hyukhyuk*

    @4WD: he was He-Man's pet before he became all growly and fierce...the timid version is He-Man's pet!!! and I loved Man at Arms..he was soooo..uncle like...the kinds who would buy you chocolates and cotton candy :D

    By Blogger Ron, at 4:15 AM  

  • I wish I was still that person who could smile without being afraid that the cost of that brief moment of dizzy happiness would have to be repaid with a thousand tears in interest.

    By Blogger good morning, midnight, at 9:50 AM  

  • dhur aamio buro hoye gelaam....

    By Blogger hutumthumo, at 11:31 AM  

  • i think his name was cringer :)

    By Blogger 4WD, at 12:12 AM  

  • hate it or not we all have to grow up. unfortunately :( c'est la vie.

    lovely post

    By Blogger Prerona, at 1:20 AM  

  • dunno how i bumped into your blog but am glad i did. u not only write very well but have envious number of comments on each piece.

    total wow i say

    am reading milan kundera's ignore and it has this really nice piece abt nostalgia: ' the more vast the amnt of time we 've left behind us, the more irresitible is the voice calling us to return to it. this pronouncement seems to state the obvious, and yet it is false. men grow old, the end draws near, each moment bcmes more n more valuable,n there is no time to waste over recollections. it is imp to figure out the mathamatical paradox in nostalgia: that it is most powerful in early youth, when the volume of life gone by is quite small'

    food for thot or what? :-)

    btw do drop by at http://spaces.msn.com/esobbose/ n leave ur footprints...

    By Blogger cutting, at 2:33 AM  

  • Hey ron,
    Gawd this was such a wonderul post!
    I got thinking about my childhood days and got me another world!..
    All the fights I use to have with my bro and when it was ok to fight!!.....

    By Blogger Anand, at 6:42 AM  

  • lovely post! something that i guess we all feel at some point of time but dont know how to or dont care enough to express. I've shared many afternoons talking to friends about - all the old doordarshan programs - and find it fascinating how it has always got us excited - irrespective of which part of the country we grew up in.

    By Blogger Reshma Anand, at 8:37 AM  

  • At 23 I am still living in a state of denial. Just cant bring myself to accept the truth.

    *Shuts down computer and goes to search for the Tom and Jerry DVD*

    By Blogger Anil, at 4:00 PM  

  • @gm,m: :( i know.

    @hutumthumo: arrey!! aamra je shobai buro hoye gelam!!!! kono maane hoye!?

    PS: buro or not, welcome to my blog anyways :D

    @4WD: yes i think that was it. thanks for reminding me.

    @prerona: do u remember joey in that friends episode where he goes "why god why are you doing this to us? i thought we had a deal" when he turns 30? i feel like looking upwards and saying the same thing "why god!? why are you doing this to me?"

    @cutting: definitely food for thought!! i must read ignore too. will definitely drop by your blog.
    oh and thank you soooo much for all the nice things you just said, im pretty zapped by the number of people who want to read what i write. am specially zappwed by the number of new people who seem to be visiting my blog...such as yourself. do keep visiting :D

    @anand: work on that time machine quickly!!!! or rather, make your wife work on the time machine while you work on that fat transmorgifier. :D

    @reshma: someone just sent me this video clipping of that ek titli anek titliya thiongy that used to come on DD many many years ago. ah! nostalgia!!!

    @anil: ooooh!!! did u get the tom and jerry video? ooh can i come and watch?? i watched tweety and sylvestor all of last evening so im quite happy now.

    By Blogger Ron, at 9:11 PM  

  • [i]But more than anything else, I wish I could somehow go back to the time when friends were friends and when one did things for ones friends just because....when one didnt read too much into situations, when one forgave ones friends for hurting one and promptly forgot about it. I wish I could make people say sorry, shake hands and make up. I wish I could go back to the person I was...the person who did stuff for her friends without expecting even an aknowledgement in return.
    I hate the way things have turned out and will continue to turn out.I hate being grown up. " [/i]


    Don't we all??

    I was in love with HEMAN as well... I miss Duck Tales and Jungle Book and Alice in Wonderland as well... I miss homework and swings that me and my friend Roshni used to share...


    Yep... I Miss quite a lot. Here's hoping for a Mrs...

    By Blogger panu, at 9:26 AM  

  • i've been reading ur blog for a while now. happend to read your coorg adventure first and instantly liked it. have been hooked(i should say) ever since n neva got a chance to comment till this one came along. Am really impressed with ur style of writing. very intresting discriptions n lovely narration. can't wait for ur next post.. when will that happen Ron?

    By Blogger sonia, at 2:23 PM  

  • @panu: welcome welcome *beams beatifically at the thought of the large number of people visitng blog*

    remember the one hour Disney Show that used to come on Sunday mornings at 10 am? how i used to waiiiiit for those shows!! and wake up early finish breakfast and be ready in front of the tv at 10 sharp! and look at me now...i dont wake up before 11 on a sunday morning. tsk tsk!!!

    @sonia: awwwwwww!! such kind words *blushes* thank you. i really dont know when ill post again. very hectic right now, what with shifting houses and going to calcutta and work and buying pressure cookers and gas stoves and fridges and the like. very stressful. hope to get some semblance of order back in my life by next week. *crosses fingers*

    PS: i cannot get to yopur blog from your profile. it just says sonia...no url, no nothing. do let me know how to access your blog.

    By Blogger Ron, at 8:53 PM  

  • "But more than anything else, I wish I could somehow go back to the time when friends were friends and when one did things for ones friends just because....when one didnt read too much into situations, when one forgave ones friends for hurting one and promptly forgot about it."

    *sigh* me too. me too. A very well written post.

    By Blogger N, at 2:33 AM  

  • Btw, I have no idea why my profile pic is appearing in magnum size on comments and don't know how to fix it. Sorry :(.

    By Blogger N, at 2:34 AM  

  • @anindita: i cant see your profile pic at all, just one large X sign. bloger works in mysterious ways i think.

    and thank you for the kind words. wish we could just go back to being nice and simple :(

    By Blogger Ron, at 4:32 AM  

  • This is when i put on that DD thingummy which i LOVED as a child, it used to come in the 'Afternoon Transmission', for children, 2 p.m...which i would wait to watch (alliteration alliteration) every afternoon, though nodding off after a hot day at school mostly...it was called ek chidiya anek chidiya...found it online somewhere or the other, and it bought back that time for me more than he-man or walt disney on saturday mornings could...i wonder HOW many of us have been bought up on Enid Blyton's in India...the food the food...she made tomatoe sandwiches sound more appetising than a hot chocolate fudge...sighh...getting old(er) just SUCKS.

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:27 AM  

  • uh oh, tomato not tomatoe..jeeez!

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 11:29 AM  

  • i haven't bloged yet. should say i'm inspired though. so have an id on but haven't actually got down to writting one. will surely let u know when i do.

    i know how shifting is. n if its 1st home then its a lot of work. u forget so many things to buy. inspite of all that list n all. u'll be buying stuff for a few more weeks after u shift n kinda settle down. so all the best with settleing down with ur home n very soon life. regards to rahul.

    By Blogger sonia, at 2:26 PM  

  • Oh yes! How I can relate to this post. Life has totally changed now. One more thing I long to go back to is my small town roots. :)

    By Blogger Rita, at 8:59 PM  

  • @anonymous: oh yes. someone forwarded that video clip. the entire office came and watched and got very nostalgic.

    you know after all the famous fives i read, i felt tomatoes was a delicious accompaniment to any meal, till i actually tried eating raw tomatoes!!! how that lady made nice things like bread and cheese seem awful and stuff like tomatoes and pickled onions(ugh!!) seem like manna from heaven!!!!!

    @sonia: start blogging soon. i shall post only after i get back from cal sometime next week,

    @rita: me tooooo :(

    By Blogger Ron, at 12:18 AM  

  • Those were the days where one didnt want to be rich, pretty and looked upon. No worries no tensions. World focused around school, homework, playtime, TV and the occasional ice cream. Hmmmmm miss those days..

    By Anonymous rahul, at 12:38 AM  

  • @rahul: :(

    By Blogger Ron, at 3:13 AM  

  • I remember the time when we used to get 10 phuchka in 1 buck and now I have to eat 6 yuck paanipuri in 10 buck... sigh...

    By Blogger nowheregirl, at 7:10 AM  

  • btw forgot to tell you how much i enjoyed going through your blog... will be back to bug you some more :)

    By Blogger nowheregirl, at 7:32 AM  

  • Ronita Dutta - MA, Mass Communication, Uinversity of Hyderabad? Or at least for the first year?

    By Anonymous Anonymous, at 6:10 AM  

  • time for another blog, time for another blog, time for another blog!
    *throwing tantrums*

    By Blogger Anand, at 3:11 AM  

  • @aboltabol: welcome welcome!!thank you for the kind words. music to my ears really :P
    at some other time this mention of phuchka would have made me depressed, kano ki, in bangalore you get horrendous phuchka with gajor and sprouts inside it, but since i just got back from a very phuchka filled 3 days in kolkata i shall just smile peacefully and nod a little bit as well.

    @anonymous: yes, but who are you?

    @anand: patience my dear child.blogging will have to wait for a bit now...too many other nonsense things happening in my life. i shall be back.

    By Blogger Ron, at 10:55 PM  

  • I wish I could go back to the person I was...

    Don't we all. But at times like those, I start thinking about the stuff I hated in my childhood, and then it's not too bad to be 'grown' up and [even nominally] in charge of your own life.

    By Blogger Sue, at 4:44 AM  

  • PLEASE NOTE: I'm not being demanding. Oh no. Merely casually asking:
    Will you update this blog or will I have to hold a gun to your head???

    Er, yes. So. Next post when? Do you know HOW frustrating it is to come back and see the SAME (although lovely, kinti that's besides the point) post for so many days? Huh?

    By Blogger Rimi, at 10:15 AM  

  • @sue: yes i know what you mean. the freedom that being a grown up entails is good..but the question is..is it worth it??

    PS: and a very warm welcome to you :D

    @rimi: casually asking...yes i can see that :P. arrey daarao daarao, ekhon dom felbaar shomoy nei.mon diye post du ekdin pore korbo. ekhon aamar jibone shudhu press release,oshudh, media, maid servant jhyata ittadir bhir.

    By Blogger Ron, at 9:24 PM  

  • Write I say.And I sms'd u Raj's # cos u said tht u were not able to reach her & she thought u had the wrong #. Sad u r aunty!!!

    By Blogger Seema, at 6:00 AM  

  • @seema: allright allright!! ill post soon. promise. about raj's number, i had the correct number all along so i was confused...anyways she called and we had a long and entertaining conversation about annoying delhi people :P

    By Blogger Ron, at 9:12 PM  

  • woman... where is the new post... not fair... just when i got hooked you stop... lol.. and pl to visit my blog...

    By Blogger nowheregirl, at 12:04 AM  

  • React?

    http://dhoomk2.blogspot.com/2006/04/bong.html

    By Anonymous Vintage, at 10:41 PM  

  • say something, already !

    By Blogger 4WD, at 4:19 AM  

  • I remember a time when you posted this.
    I remember a time when I thought I was too late to post a reply to this piece.
    I remember a time when I thought you'd write another post soon.
    I remember a time when on the sky there was a blue moon.

    By Blogger Kele Panchu, at 10:42 PM  

  • this is most unfair, ebare ar ekta post koro.

    By Blogger Dreamcatcher, at 2:10 AM  

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