Aah…!!! I want that time back….
That
hustle-n-bustle of children in the compound, a chaotic situation on stupid
matters, a fight among all for the game to play with the difference of
opinions, to get upset when friends do not agree & that tricks being played
to make the converse get consensus….
Getting
together to play say slingshot (believing each one a sharp shooter) to hit the
target, if missed then demand 1 more chance laying terrifying reasons, then
changed the game to hide n seek, a Daner closing eyes (half open) starts
counting to let others hide and moves to and fro, bent down, 360 degree
observation and runs hard to save his turn for a subsequent time. Toggling to
collect the marbles & arrange it in a way to knock a definite marble
wherein the thrill to win different marbles was ceaseless… And the most
favorite Gully Cricket always starts with a wrestle to become the opening
batsman & avoid fielding; moreover breaking the glasses of neighborhoods,
hiding unanimously portraying the immense unity. Ohh then tired all sat to flip
the game to snake & ladder, carom, mimicry + lots of gossips of schools,
teachers, mates and what not & stay happy all the day, so on….
Complaining
to mom and aunties about the friends and make a firm decision not to talk to
them ever; yet the next day on the door of a buddy calling, “Oy just come out
freaky, and I am assembling others..” just getting out of the home by a dub any
time without any worries & that too by completing the studies (homework)
before time (works as a great motivator)… A wound gets healed soon in the
temptation to play & not to miss our chance either as daner or chaser. Even
not to get in the house for food & wish the mind to float in the air…
As
we grew up, all these craze get a big smile on our face when we see the
childhood phase around us because we all say to our heart someday or the other,
“Dil
To Bacha Hai Ji…” Hey I am going to
hide, catch you later, stay crazy…..!!
