Nostalgia Level: Childhood!

Yes, that is phase of nostalgia I am going through right now, and it only gets worse every passing day. Needless to say everyone wants to go back to peeing on bed, watching cartoons, sleeping all day long, eating, and well pooping this time!

Hackneyed as it sounds, childhood has always been everyone’s best phase of life. No worries, no tensions, no petrol hikes, no economy downfall, nothing. Though the above parameters hamper our parents’ lives and etch lines on their forehead, we would still be getting the remote-control car for our birthday that we have been demanding for, now that is what still article talks about.

Now, having learnt how to not pee on bed for about 18-19 years ago, as I write this article I feel how times have changed, how the hell did we grow up this fast? From being the boss of everyone, getting the needs fulfilled by crying the lungs out for about an hour, we are now down to getting everyone’s needs fulfilled but our own, and though you manage to fulfill your needs, it would be of minimum satisfaction after maximum contemplation.

Waking up in the morning itself seems a hard task for me these days, let alone the tasks for the rest of the day. Remember the time the only thing we complained was about the new toy your friend has just acquired and you want one for yourself and your parents put this is the RED ALERT priority. Now, we have a million things to complain about, starting from waking up to going to bed again- office, colleagues, lunch, boss, work, e-mails, the lame boyfriend of the hot chick in the cafeteria, another shot idiot with his hot chick and, well, the boss again so that he doesn’t feel left out!

Now adding the agony above, we have our very own daily demons; for starters we have the petrol hikes, lay-offs, taxes, monthly bills and the newbie rupee downfall (yay). Well, it is the same rigmarole over and over again, and sooner or later one realizes that the agonies only pile up and you will have to deal with it.

Now, remember the meaningless albeit exciting games we used to indulge ourselves in during childhood and manage to have great fun. We do play games now too, like the very famous “Blame game”, “You scratch my back, and I’ll scratch yours”, “To hell with this life” and this one’s a kicker “Pour your agony out, and I will be pretend I am sorry for you”.

As it seems, we have only grown in to larger chunks of fat with the ever-lasting longing of going back to being the smaller ones. As we speak, I reckon the rupee is taking a dip again in the holy-agony of people and our beloved government is trying harder to do nothing about it. 

Had this been the case in childhood, we looking over the shoulder would have said, “I need a bi-cycle for my birthday” and walked of the hall without being hit in the back, while our parents gape at us, eventually getting that bi-cycle anyway!

I wish I could go back to being a kid again, play incessantly, laugh, cry, poop (that is the highlight of being a kid) demand for the toys my friends own and I don’t. Now we have stooped to such level, that we don’t even complain goddamn it, we get a better toy than our friends so that our ego doesn’t feel left out. There was no ego back then during childhood, only revenge to acquire the same thing so that we could brag about! 

Get your pictures clicked in random poses with a broad grin that speaks volumes and feel elated about it, but, now you get pictures clicked alright, but with a grin the aches more with every other picture.  

Well, it is about time, I go back to sleep and wake up without wetting my boxers, and many things to crib about, have many games lined up tomorrow, and the only way I can emerge winner for the day is by winning the tournament!

Adios!