Is it possible to ever forget your childhood??? Even if it is,I guess movies like Memento and its rip-off Ghajini will explain how. For me,those were the Wonder years,the years of my life I cherish the most. There are times I miss those days so much,there is either a tear in my eye or a thought in my mind to build a time machine. But unfortunately,we grow up......we become mature(well...most of us atleast)...and what hurts me most is we lose contact with ourselves and our loved ones just in order to keep up with our shitty lives.
There is a saying that our lives change for good. I must say I totally disagree with the git he stated this and I would gladly hunt him down and kick his ass. People say what they have to....but it all comes down to you finally.Ask yourselves the same question and see if your answer matches with the quote.
Today when I see a bunch of 11-12 year old kids playing in my colony,all those amazing memories flash right before my eyes. Playing silly games like lagori,chor-police,kho-kho,etc,etc..When I was 11,I always felt that I liked playing these games because they were fun to play.Now I realize that it was not the only reason.The people I played with mattered too.During those days, 4.30 pm to 9.30 pm was a time to just forget who you were,what your age was,what problems you had....It was just time to come down,play and have loads of fun with the people you grew up with,people you loved spending time with. I still remember those days ,when me,as a school-going kid and my group of other school-going kids humiliated our seniors in Cricket, how we fought for samosas and pedas on Independence and Republic days,how we rehearsed day and night to get our dance performance right for the Annual get-together,how we all came together to build lanterns for the building during Diwali and Christmas,how we fooled the secretary of the society for the lantern expenses and drank pepsi and ate chaat with that money,having boys vs girls fights and spray-painting the entire terrace walls with the stance "BOYZ RULE!!!"(though we had to re-paint those walls ourselves),building tree-houses,screwing up the car of the bitch that always had a problem with us playing.
But all those thoughts are wiped out when I sit at home day-dreaming,with an engineering book in my hand and Mum yells form behind,"Where the hell is your concentration???" When this happens it sometimes prompts me to get a tattoo on my forehead,"WHY DID I EVER JOIN ENGINEERING??"
If I had a choice to ask for anything I want, I would surely ask back my childhood.Because those were simply the best days of my life.(I know its clichéd...but still)
