It was raining cats, dogs and even fly-overs over the past month in Hyderabad, which kept the whole city busy and I was no exception :). It reminded everyone of the good old rhyme "Rain rain go away, come again the next day..little johnny wants to play". Nothing wrong in little johnny wanting to play but the parks in Hyderabad were no safe either...so unlike many of us who spent our childhood running around streets and parks, these new generation kids were warned not to go to parks :( poor fellows, had no choice but to stay indoors and make their paper boats sail over the flowing rain-water than go run around in the rain..
Talking about rhymes, paper boats and parks, isn't it true that we all love our past days and cherish them the most? We remember a lot of things about the past, like the first running race we ran in class 2, thinking that we would easily outrun everybody, but to our own surprise ended up on the ground, midway to the finish line, knees hurt and crying?? I know, PT Usha would not relate to that scene :-) but most of us would. Right?
When we tried heroism like in the movies, trying to ride bicycles hands-free and returned home with a broken rim and a bunch of alternative ideas to beg for the 150 bucks needed to get the bicycle back to shape. The day we bought the big Preity Zinta poster when we realized that we would no longer be seeing the dimpled girl daily, only to realize that posters don't speak. The days when we stood in the line at 8 AM to get the first day first show's tickets and the moment we put our hand in, the guy announced "tickets khatham ho gaye" and left us in a state of shock...
Of exams, OMR sheets, results, marks and seats...
And once in college, the list has no end.. of parties, 2 AM chais, one night exam preparations, egos, best friends, craziness, movies, "projects", goa and everything..
The point is, why does everything of the past seem so beautiful now, though there were some not-so-beautiful things also back then. As far as I remember, half of the time during those days we were busy thinking/dreaming about the future. I guess most of us would agree that those days wouldn't have been any better but given a chance to go back in time, who would not want to take it?
But then we were told, "Here's the game called Life. You want to play the game, play by the rule. And the rule says .. "There's no second chance"" .. only we were too busy to listen. :-)
