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The Golden Days

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This is so true. We didn't have to worry about a thing when we were growing up....

This is about a generation of kids who eventually grew up tough and learned to make it on their own with no government subsidies, no unemployment benefits, no medical plans, no job openings to apply for even if you had an education, no savings and for the most part, no inheritance from our parents. Most families lived from day to day cash flows and had no savings.

This is the story of all those wonderful kids who were born in India and survived the 1950's, 60's, 70's..........

First, we survived being born to mothers, some whose husbands smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate whatever food was available, and didn't get tested for diabetes or any other disease! They were mothers who did not check their blood pressure every few minutes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cribs and bassinets were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.


We had no child proof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking or going out on our own.


As children, if we would ride in cars there were no seat belts or airbags. We sat on each other’s laps for God's sake. Riding in the back of a Station Wagon on a warm day was always a special treat.


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this! We would share a vada or dosa; dip a chapatti into someone else's plate of curry without batting an eyelid.


We ate jam sandwiches or pickle on bread and butter, raw mangoes with salt and chillies that set our teeth on edge, and drank orange squash with sugar and water in it.


We ate at roadside stalls, drank water from tender coconuts, ate everything that was bad for us from bhajias (battered and fried vegetables) and samosas but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING.


We would leave home in the morning and play all day during the holidays, as we were never ever bored, and we were allowed freedom all day as long as we were back when the streetlights came on, or when our parents told us to do so.


No one was able to reach us all day by mobile phone
...... BUT we were OKAY! We were not lost.

We would spend hours making paper kites, building things out of scraps with old pram wheels
or cycle rims, inventing our own games, having pound parties, playing traditional games called hide and seek, kick the can, 'gilli danda', 'seven tiles' and rounders, ride old cycles and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

Our parents earned less, never travelled abroad. Religion was never an issue, everyone trusted and loved each other, and came to each other’s aid when needed.


We never heard of or claimed our inheritance, whilst our parents were alive.


We did not look for inheritance after they died too. They made sure we were alright.


Never heard of pocket money!


We swam with an inflated tube which we got from somebody who was replacing their car tyres or simply with a kudam (pot for fetching water).


We walked and ran barefoot without thinking about it, if we got cut we used Tincture Iodine on it which made us jump.

Our parents ran after us, to give us castor oil, once a month.


We did not wash our hands ten times a day. And we were OK.


We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no I-Pods, no Internet or Internet chat rooms, no TV,.... full stop! Listening to music was a gather around and enjoy experience

We did not have parents who asked us things like 'what would you like for breakfast, lunch or dinner'.


We ate what was put in front of us and best of all, there was never any leftovers. We polished the lot


WE HAD FRIENDS, great friends, whose parents we called Uncle and Aunty, and we went outside and found them! They too took care of us, when our parents were away, and without any charge


We fell out of trees numerous times, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no compensation
claims from these accidents.

We never visited the Dentist!

We ate fruit lying on the ground that we shook down from the tree above. And we never washed the fruit just wiped it clean.

We had a bath using a bucket and mug and used Lifebuoy soap. We did not know what Shampoos & Conditioners meant


We made up cricket game with sticks and tennis balls. We rode cycles everywhere and someone sat on the carrier or across the bar to school or the pictures, not cinema, or you walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them, and their parents, never let us go without a meal or something....

Not everyone made it into the teams we wanted to...........Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment and we managed it well.
Imagine that.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of....... They actually sided with the law! This generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL.

Please pass this on to others who have had the luck and good fortune to grow up as kids in India, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives, ostensibly for our own good, that changed what was good into bad and what was bad into worse.......


Those were the GOLDEN DAYS my friends of our yester years. !!........
 
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A great post. Coming to think of it we have exactly lived as described above

we are hale and hearty without any major ailments.

I do miss my uncomplicated carefree days of younger years .

we learnt thru hit and trial how to face any situation and manage to survive and cope pretty well without anyone regulating out lives

I could continue almost all my life without a thought of what tomorrow will bring.

I really wish my kids could do the same. Alas will someone return my younger days.

Koi lauta de mere beethe huve din
 
A mother went through a very difficult pregnancy, and an even harder delivery process. After the recuperation the mother was asked if she will have another baby. She screamed and cried and proclaimed that it will never happen again, two years later she was pregnant again. We tend to remember the good times and forget the bad times.

So it is "good old times" "golden Days", "Ram Rajya" etc. The truth lies somewhere else.

"Good old days" is a term that is often used in when engaging in nostalgia, remembering only the positive aspects of times past while sweeping concomitant negatives under the rug. It has also been called the Golden Age Fallacy.

It is important to note a distinction between this fallacy and legitimate comparisons: not every positive appraisal of the past is wrongheaded, because the world really has changed. It's just that it's also always been complex and uneven, and no period or people have ever had a monopoly on virtue.

Much as one remembers one's own childhood with affection (endless summer days and playing in the winter snow), some people regard their parents' time as idyllic. There are a variety of factors to explain this, mostly relying on the phenomenon of selective memory and the affective heuristic: a father recounting the halcyon days of his youth not only remembers the different circumstances of that time, but also recalls that his hips didn't ache and all possibilities lay before him. Because it is unpleasant to remember the unpleasant, the warm glow of remembered youth tints the past.
Individuals of all political stripes fall prey to the Golden Age Fallacy. Hard green environmentalists and anarcho-primitivists focus on the evils of civilization and the glories of subsistence-level economies, while conservatives — almost by definition — seek to return to the values of the past, which requires glorifying the past.
 
We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this! We would share a vada or dosa; dip a chapatti into someone else's plate of curry without batting an eyelid.


Ofcourse people in near past (70's) did all that and survived!

But isn't it also true that survival rate, especially in the case of chronic diseases and length of lifespan have also increased considerably!
 
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I was born late. I earnestly believe I should have been born at least 30 years before I actually came into this world. I wouldn’t even mind being my own mother. Or the mother of a couple of children older than me.
Nostalgia! The fondness with which we reminisce about the days gone by often leads us into believing that nothing can be better than the ‘good old days’.
http://www.thehindu.com/opinion/ope...ondly-to-the-good-old-days/article6819432.ece


I guess sometimes it is better to be in dreamland, because the reality is not so pleasant.
 
Which era?
Jurassic?LOL
fifties and early sixties were excellent times in delhi.

it was just after independance..

all civil servants got huge jumps filling gaps left by the british and partition.

our lives were spent huge govt bungalows in sprawling new delhi.

they were high roofed rooms with front and back yards.

there were shared lawns in front of houses where we could play cricket with tennis balls,football .

we could go to talkatora gardens for morning /evening local league football matches.

see cricket matches at ferozeshahkotla for 2 rs daily ticket .

walk to school and bunk without being known for days,

I dropped out more than once without anyone realising for days and spent it in birla mandir near by.

I know nook and corners of that place where days i have spent idling away .

All the school tests i did not write kept me mentally healthy .

we could walk down to connaught place [rajiv chowk now] without a penny in pocket and roam in the corridors

no transport [bus] to boast about .

it was pretty safe .

we could go to republic day functions in kingsway [rajpath now] alone as children unescorted and make ourway back home

there was no fear of police , anyway they were few in number ,unarmed with only sticks.

hardly any cars except fiat ,standard morris ,ambassador as taxis.horse carriages and phut phuts plied and for 25 paise could go to redfort from connaught place.

railway station one went only by horse carriages.

medical care was primitive. only crocin and carminative mixture for all ailments and no antibiotics, high death rate and life expectancy of fifty to sixty.

child birth thru midwives at home or general ward in hospital .large infant deaths .all part of life.

cost of living and salaries low but enough to eat thru ration shops.

crude and gaudy clothes badly stitched by tailors . there was no concept of fashionable clothes,

mostly chappals and no school uniforms and boots only at college level.

but did not feel bad about anything in retrospect .

who says life was bad in fifties and sixties?
 

Those were the GOLDEN DAYS my friends of our yester years. !!........

Great post Vaagmiji!

We never had mobile phones, no lap tops, no tablets but still we had good entertainment through reading stories and watching movies! ..I used to keep the parker pen or even the ball point pen for up to 10 years..Not anymore...You have to update gadgets once in 2-3 years..For pens every week one new pen

We never bothered if we have to walk 2 to 3 miles...No issue..But not now..You have to call a Uber Taxi or auto for this...

Buying clothes was only 2 or 3 times a year -while buying school uniform or for Diwali or Birthday...But now it is bought throughout the year

More to come!

During summer holidays we used to go to our native place (village) without fail
 
If we keep "missing" the past that means we are mentally aging at a very fast rate.

The mind that ages very quickly yearns for the past becos it's unsure if the future will ever come.

So Oldies!..Hear Ye! Learn to be in the present..tomorrow is always there for anyone of us.
 
This is so true. We didn't have to worry about a thing when we were growing up....

This is about a generation of kids who eventually grew up tough and learned to make it on their own with no government subsidies, no unemployment benefits, no medical plans, no job openings to apply for even if you had an education, no savings and for the most part, no inheritance from our parents. Most families lived from day to day cash flows and had no savings.

This is the story of all those wonderful kids who were born in India and survived the 1950's, 60's, 70's..........

First, we survived being born to mothers, some whose husbands smoked and/or drank while they carried us. They took aspirin, ate whatever food was available, and didn't get tested for diabetes or any other disease! They were mothers who did not check their blood pressure every few minutes.

Then after that trauma, our baby cribs and bassinets were covered with bright colored lead-based paints.


We had no child proof lids on medicine bottles, doors or cabinets, and when we rode our bikes we had no helmets, not to mention the risks we took hitchhiking or going out on our own.


As children, if we would ride in cars there were no seat belts or airbags. We sat on each other’s laps for God's sake. Riding in the back of a Station Wagon on a warm day was always a special treat.


We shared one soft drink with four friends, from one bottle and NO ONE actually died from this! We would share a vada or dosa; dip a chapatti into someone else's plate of curry without batting an eyelid.


We ate jam sandwiches or pickle on bread and butter, raw mangoes with salt and chillies that set our teeth on edge, and drank orange squash with sugar and water in it.


We ate at roadside stalls, drank water from tender coconuts, ate everything that was bad for us from bhajias (battered and fried vegetables) and samosas but we weren't overweight because WE WERE ALWAYS OUTSIDE PLAYING.


We would leave home in the morning and play all day during the holidays, as we were never ever bored, and we were allowed freedom all day as long as we were back when the streetlights came on, or when our parents told us to do so.


No one was able to reach us all day by mobile phone
...... BUT we were OKAY! We were not lost.

We would spend hours making paper kites, building things out of scraps with old pram wheels
or cycle rims, inventing our own games, having pound parties, playing traditional games called hide and seek, kick the can, 'gilli danda', 'seven tiles' and rounders, ride old cycles and then ride down the hill, only to find out we forgot the brakes. After running into the bushes a few times, we learned to solve the problem.

Our parents earned less, never travelled abroad. Religion was never an issue, everyone trusted and loved each other, and came to each other’s aid when needed.


We never heard of or claimed our inheritance, whilst our parents were alive.


We did not look for inheritance after they died too. They made sure we were alright.


Never heard of pocket money!


We swam with an inflated tube which we got from somebody who was replacing their car tyres or simply with a kudam (pot for fetching water).


We walked and ran barefoot without thinking about it, if we got cut we used Tincture Iodine on it which made us jump.

Our parents ran after us, to give us castor oil, once a month.


We did not wash our hands ten times a day. And we were OK.


We did not have Play stations, Nintendo's, X-boxes, no video games at all, no 99 channels on cable, no video tape movies, no surround sound, no mobile phones, no personal computers, no I-Pods, no Internet or Internet chat rooms, no TV,.... full stop! Listening to music was a gather around and enjoy experience

We did not have parents who asked us things like 'what would you like for breakfast, lunch or dinner'.


We ate what was put in front of us and best of all, there was never any leftovers. We polished the lot


WE HAD FRIENDS, great friends, whose parents we called Uncle and Aunty, and we went outside and found them! They too took care of us, when our parents were away, and without any charge


We fell out of trees numerous times, got cut, broke bones and teeth and there were no compensation
claims from these accidents.

We never visited the Dentist!

We ate fruit lying on the ground that we shook down from the tree above. And we never washed the fruit just wiped it clean.

We had a bath using a bucket and mug and used Lifebuoy soap. We did not know what Shampoos & Conditioners meant


We made up cricket game with sticks and tennis balls. We rode cycles everywhere and someone sat on the carrier or across the bar to school or the pictures, not cinema, or you walked to a friend's house and knocked on the door or rang the bell, or just walked in and talked to them, and their parents, never let us go without a meal or something....

Not everyone made it into the teams we wanted to...........Those who didn't had to learn to deal with disappointment and we managed it well.
Imagine that.

The idea of a parent bailing us out if we broke the law was unheard of....... They actually sided with the law! This generation of ours has produced some of the best risk-takers, problem solvers and inventors ever.
The past 50 years have been an explosion of innovation and new ideas.
We had freedom, failure, success and responsibility, and we learned HOW TO DEAL WITH IT ALL.

Please pass this on to others who have had the luck and good fortune to grow up as kids in India, before the lawyers and the government regulated our lives, ostensibly for our own good, that changed what was good into bad and what was bad into worse.......


Those were the GOLDEN DAYS my friends of our yester years. !!........
hi

beete hue dinom ko yaad karke.....saadha jeevan thaa....beete hue dinom hamesha GOLDEN DAYS hota hai....school holidays with cousins in

agraharam life...simple kaaki drawer with banian......care free younger life.....with fear and conditions of grandpa and grandma...sometimes

THIRUTTU DHUM WITH FRIENDS......first try with cocunut fibre with paper suruttu...nice swimming in temple pond...watching gals in

temple tank.....ALL DHAAVANI KANUVUGAL......never come back...
 
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If we keep "missing" the past that means we are mentally aging at a very fast rate.

The mind that ages very quickly yearns for the past becos it's unsure if the future will ever come.

So Oldies!..Hear Ye! Learn to be in the present..tomorrow is always there for anyone of us.
We prefer the past does not mean we do not look forward to a better future.

We are fast adapters.

We can cope with five star fast life of present days .while dreaming about better days we have seen.

We know how to be discriminatory and take what we really want from the present day dispensation

We try to outdo our youngsters in all fields of endeavour.

We make life a long celebration going to exotic places and enjoying what all we have missed out on.
 
If we keep "missing" the past that means we are mentally aging at a very fast rate.

The mind that ages very quickly yearns for the past becos it's unsure if the future will ever come.

So Oldies!..Hear Ye! Learn to be in the present..tomorrow is always there for anyone of us.

This is another perception:

Those who had a miserable, disturbed, haunting past would always yearn to forget it completely. They will have only the present. The future is again uncertain and may turn out to be another harrowing experience.

While the pleasant past is a beautiful kavithai with rich imageries, the haunting past is a nightmare better forgotten completely.
 
This is another perception:

Those who had a miserable, disturbed, haunting past would always yearn to forget it completely. They will have only the present. The future is again uncertain and may turn out to be another harrowing experience.

While the pleasant past is a beautiful kavithai with rich imageries, the haunting past is a nightmare better forgotten completely.

When I look back at my past..there is nothing that I would like to change..but past is past..good or bad..its over and I dont miss it..

That is why I never attend college or school reunions..why be stuck in the past?

I love the present..even the future eventually becomes the present...time itself is only relative..by placing events in sequence only then we get past..present and future..but in a timeless state do memories exists?
 
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When I look back at my past..there is nothing that I would like to change..but past is past..good or bad..its over and I dont miss it..

That is why I never attend college or school reunions..why be stuck in the past?

I love the present..even the future eventually becomes the present...time itself is only relative..by placing events in sequence only then we get past..present and future..but in a timeless state do memories exists?

That was philosophic. and a good one at that.

Now read this from a person who loves beauty and poetry.

If the long continuum without a beginning or an end called time can be seen as a necklace of precious stones the past is also stones set on that necklace and are for ever beautiful. There is a unique pleasure in standing away from all that and taking a good look at that sapphire or that diamond beautifully set in place on the necklace.

I enjoy my nostalgia fully aware that I am in my present moment and that there is a future too for me.

And I am not yet old.
 
That was philosophic. and a good one at that.

Now read this from a person who loves beauty and poetry.

If the long continuum without a beginning or an end called time can be seen as a necklace of precious stones the past is also stones set on that necklace and are for ever beautiful. There is a unique pleasure in standing away from all that and taking a good look at that sapphire or that diamond beautifully set in place on the necklace.

I enjoy my nostalgia fully aware that I am in my present moment and that there is a future too for me.

And I am not yet old.

When I look at a diamond..all I see is Carbon!LOL
 
When I look at a diamond..all I see is Carbon!LOL

A robot can say this. Not a human.

When i look at diamond I am enchanted by the colors of the light that it flashes, the way it dazzles.

And I wonder how the carbon crystal formed to do all this. LOL.

And then I remember Crystallography, the lattices, the mirror images and all that.

I thank God for enabling me to be a human enjoying all this. LOL.
 
Yes Mr. Vagmi,

We can only visualise those days in reminiscence chew in thoughts; every thing is ulta now.

In those days we talk and write with tiny fingers and parents stood beside and appreciated and encouraged; now we talk and write, parents are not here but friends beside argue and condemn.

with regards
yesmohan
 
hi

still ....PAST IS A HISTORY.....FUTURE IS MYSTERY....PRESENT IS REALITY....PRESENT IS GIFT FROM GOD...

HOPE IS THE FUTURE.....
 
very poetic far removed from reality.lol

People who are poetic wear the diamond and flaunt it and enjoy the experience. The realistic people perhaps burn the carbon in the diamonds, roast a Lijjad Papad, eat it and go away. LOL.
 
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