Saturday, November 8, 2014

From the Past...


I miss those Saturdays when I tossed away my blanket and run right to the hall, switch on my favorite channel and snuggled in my favorite sofa. Or those days when I could fake a stomach ache just because I didn’t feel like going to school. Actually I never did that. I loved going to school. And if by any chance I didn’t want to go, mom allowed me to stay back. Or crying the day before my Geography exam because I had so much to study and just a few hours and then mom says it ok if you flunk write whatever you know (That was the only time she was cool about flunking L). And the happiness when the scores came, for I actually did a good job. Or eagerly waiting for the summer holidays, so I could fly to Dad and be with him for whole two months. Or days hours I went on a hunger strike because I wanted a computer. Or the board exam fear. Or the phone calls from my best friend the night before the exam to do that last minute combine studies. Or the moments when J and I exchanged those Sidney Sheldon books which were paper wrapped because we were still too young to read them. Or the day when mom forcefully made me do a confession to our Priest when I questioned my Christian beliefs after reading Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code. Or the hours spend in school library bunking Hindi lectures. Or the hard work done in organizing a Science Expo or a school event and the fun we had and blunders we did. Or mimicking the accent of the new North Indian Nuns not knowing that eventually we’ll also be speaking in that very same accent. Or been melodramatic about the farewell and the first saree. Or that rainy last day of school when I roamed around the premises, cherishing all the nook and corners with my best friend.
I miss those innocent days of childhood. Then it was more of living but now it’s more of surviving.

But I am grateful for those days of wonder years. They still make me smile and taught me to see dreams.


So what was your wonder years like? Do share the fun and happy moments.



13 comments :

  1. You are so right -- it is more like surviving than living. The older we get it seems the more we have to worry about LOL

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  2. Childhood memories can be so sweet. Thank you for sharing some of yours.

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  3. Well that's a good question Sheethal! I guess my wonder years would be after we moved to Canada (as I don't recall much prior), when we played tag and hide-and-go-seek with the neighbourhood kids. Or we tobogganed down hills near the school grounds and came home to hot chocolate or homemade soup. Or the times I came home from school for lunch to delicious homemade anything from my Mom! ;) <3

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  4. When we are young, we can't wait to grow up. And when we grow up we want to go back to our childhood days! Thanks for sharing snippets of your life.

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  5. You made me all nostalgic. There are so many many memories - the exam stress, the time with friends, the assembly and the school choir, the socials and the thrill of wearing a saree. Fun days, truly.

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  6. Childhood was such a sweet time. i too have just posted some nostalgic memories on childhood. hope you like to read. nimadas.blogspot.in

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  7. I think my childhood had some similar moments to yours, SSJ. Especially that Saturdays part :) and organized an expo too, though it was foodie one, not a Science one. I sold sponge cakes for charity :D Unfortunately, my parents were never that cool on flunking (any time).

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  8. Oh I miss my childhood so much..Every day there are moments when I think about those days atleast once..the cottage in the hills, my school, life out of a story book, living every day with my parents..sigh! Girl you have made me so nostalgic today

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  9. So many great memories!! Looking back I wish I would have appreciated that time in my life more. I wish I would have worried about things less and just went with it.

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  10. "Or the day when mom forcefully made me do a confession to our Priest when I questioned my Christian beliefs after reading Dan Brown’s Da Vinci Code."
    HAHAHAHA I love you. I was such a dan brown fanatic around that time.
    I miss those days too!

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  11. I miss those wonderful days, you took me back to my school days. Beautiful memories

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  12. I just used to think. A lot. We also moved around a lot. So every place was a new experience, new friends, new thoughts etc.

    All this ensures that I still am a child from the inside!

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  13. The wonderful memories of the past! It is such a joy reliving them now!

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