The Good Old Days

The good old days –

Sometimes I wonder what goes wrong in life… why do people grow up… I was out for lunch yesterday with a good old friend… We have known each other for over a decade… Infact we are working for the same team at the same office and we have had endless lunchs together… But yesterday was different…

Don’t recollect how – but we started talking about college… Suddenly life rewinded itself - 10 long years ago… I could feel the young blood running through my veins…

I could see myself in the most laid back mode of life I will ever live… I would wake up when I would want to… I would sleep when I felt like… My life was in my control… Would smoke 20 cigrrates a day without counting and irrespective of wat time of the day… People require an alarm to wake up… All I ‘d require is a WILLS.. The close friends who would visit my apartment often would carry a smoke for me… They would wake me saying “Utth Jaa bhai.. Match hai “… I’d revert saying “ciggrate”… They’d say “laya hoon”.. I would smell to confirm the brand and next thing I would ask for is a match box…Post smoking my 1st one – I’d wake up completely and get to the normal routine of brushing , shitting and bathing (occasionally) …

Post a cup of tea, would land in college as if I am the head of education board and have come only to supervise if my college is operating as it should…Would check a few chics around only to realize “Shit !! even I have a GF” Would rush to the PCO have a long morning call…By now its 11.30 and 2nd most important thing in the day has begun.. My cricket match… We were the self proclaimed best team in college and would play matches only with reputed teams and would reject playing with inferior teams… Sometimes even I wonder how could I be a part of such a team… But (for the critics to know) I was a good wicket keeper… After the cricket match smoke a couple of cigrattes and get back to the apartment to freshen up and bath ( this happens when the occasion of me not bathing in the morning occurs) …

By now the super champ Sunny is in college… We would like always get in to the dream world of how we will shape our future… which color benz would we buy… what brand of jean would we wear… and where will we save the access money which may not even fit in our bank accounts… Post this dreaming session – go back to the apartment – hang around – play cards – do nothing – CRASHH…

Wow – what a Life… I miss it…

Today I function like a keyed robot…I try to sleep on time cos I will have to wake up in time… I no longer require a smoke to wake up – Infact sometimes I also have to miss the morning tea to catch my train… I no longer play cards but am termed as the trump card of my team and it does not make me happy… Cricket is only in newspapers and I have not bothered to check on Sunny’s health forever…

Well My dreams – I own a car and am abusing myself as to why did I buy it on loan… Brands no longer matter to me – I wait for the sale (at times I drag on the same jean for a couple of weeks claiming its my new rough look) … Benz is only admired as there are many in my office compound and I feel I’ll never be able to buy one… ACCESS CASH – I have to arrange each month end in BBS format (beg borrow steal) as my salary is no where close to my dreams….

Well – if reality sucks so much – Lets go back to the good old days… The days where stress was not in our dictionary … where future was uncertain and we loved it that way… where friends were around … where smoke was only fun and where we had the time to dream (day dream)… where all of us had wings and we could fly to our destinations without worrying about VISA formalities… Where we never slept with a early morning meeting invite… The days where we ruled our life completely… where bank balances dint matter… where we dint require BLACKBERRIES and IPODS …. Where we had friends… where we would laugh our hearts out…Where LIFE WAS GOOD AND MORE IMPORTANTLY LIFE EXISTED…


Join me … Am taking a week off …. To RELIVE my world of dreams…