I grew up in India...
Regardless of the weather, our dinner time was 8:00PM and bedtime was 9:30PM.
Eating out at a restaurant was a huge deal, but that only really happened when it was a birthday or an exceptional occasion.
There was no such thing as Fast food every other day, and having a bottle of ThumsUp or a Large milkshake from the Milk Bar was a real treat.
You took your school clothes off as soon as you got home and put on your ‘home’ clothes.
There was no taking or picking you up in the car, you either boarded the school bus or rode your bicycle!
You got home and did your chores and your homework before dinner.
Our house phone had a cord attached and a rotary dial so there were no such things as private conversations!
We didn’t have Foxtel, Stan, Amazon Prime or Netflix, we had only 1 channel to watch.
We played Cops & Robbers, Hide & Seek, Football, Cricket and any other game we could come up with...
Staying in the house was a PUNISHMENT and the only thing we knew about "bored" was --- "You better find something to do before I find it for you!"
We played music via Vinyl records or magnetic tapes
We went to the local shop for groceries and candy used to be a couple of paise.
We ate what Mum made for dinner or we ate nothing at all and if we didn’t eat our vegetables there was no dessert.
Bottled water is a luxury, we drank from the tap.
We weren't AFRAID OF ANYTHING.
We played till dark... the sunset was our alarm.
If someone had a fight, that's what it was and we were friends again a week later, if not SOONER.
When we liked our CRUSH and felt better when they looked at us...
We watched our MOUTHS around our elders because ALL of our aunts, uncles, grandpas, grandmas, AND our parents' best friends were all extensions of our PARENTS and you didn't want them telling your parents if you misbehaved! Or they would give you something to cry about.
We respected the Police, Firemen, Ambulance workers, Teachers, Doctors and Nurses.
We never answered back..... ever !!
We got detention at school for not doing homework, being late to class or being naughty.
Those were the good old days.
So many kids today will never know how it feels to be a real kid
I loved my childhood and all the Friends I hung around with.
Good Times
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| Vishwas Chawla |
This is my friend Vishwas Chawla's Post on Facebook
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