The Days...

Yesterday after a dreary day at office I was relaxing on my chair stretching my legs and had tuned into a FM station which was playing beautiful songs from the 90s. That took me to a time long lost and forgotten.

The days where everything was so simple. 1 Re meant a lot of money- you could buy 2 chiglis and a bottle-top full of avlas. Carrying a 10 Re note meant luxury and spending it meant extravagance- only a couple of my classmates did that and were hated as brats. The days when a tap by your teacher or a few good words by her meant heaven and the days where riding a bicycle holding its 'horns' meant heroism. The days where you were your teacher's pet and went out of your way to buy her a gift for Teacher's Day. The days where Camel geometry boxes were only in our dreams and China pen was your dearest asset and filling ink in it was a celebration. The days where you desperately waited for Panchami and Ganesh festivals for sweets and having juice at Kaveri Cold Drinks or Uttappa at Ajanta felt kingly.

The days you wished power goes off while studying and gaze at the sky looking for nothing in particular. The days where Dharwad pedha was the greatest sweet ever made, the days where anything said against Tendlya infuriated us. The days you waited for next edition of Champak magazine, the days where you religiously collected pictures of WWF champions. The days where you gave two hoots for people's 'expert opinion' about you and where your socks had at least 6 holes and your shirts had ink stains and your knee always had wound. The days where you got belted by your dad for flunking a test and the days where your mom promised that I will do well next time. The days, when I was hated by the retired people of my colony. The days when my pockets were overturned, but still was the king of the world. The days...