We’ve all gone through it : My Dad was a village boy and he used to tell us tales of how they had to help out with the cows and buffaloes (he used the word MAJH) and I never inquired if it was cow or buffalo and then went to the village school on foot. There they had Takht which they had to prepare using gachni mitti (it was something that they had to apply to get a writing surface) and then write on it. We had to be totally accurate, he would say proudly – there was no room for errors.
My grandmother used to get miffed with my Mom’s generation because they had the pressure cooker. “These days the young have it so easy” she said when cooking gas appeared. Unable to handle the green eyed monster, she retreated into religion – humanity’s greatest escape. Of course ladies of her generation resorted to sulking or stating that they thought things cooked on gas or in pressure cookers were not nutritious. 😉 Women I tell you …..
Well all that bored the shit out of me. I would tell myself that I would never say such crappy things to my kids. Times will change and all that. That was then ….
But dammit kids these days really do have it easy!!!
Consider this : We had one phone, not cell phones with inbuilt memories and the ability to go online. We had to memorize telephone numbers. The phone was in the living area and if your crush called you, the entire family eavesdropped your conversation. Love life was not very happening. No caller ids, so you never knew who was on the other side. Could have been risky – but on the other hand, if your mother got boy-friend’s call, he could hang up and flee. She would never know who it was!
We pretty much had to write everything painstakingly with pen on paper. No fancy keyboards for us. And yes, no email. No SMS either, but the joke factory still thrived – without forwards …. hmmm bet kids this generation wonder how 😀
If we went out of home, we were pretty much on our own … no way to get in touch until we got home. It may sound dangerous to kids – but it was sheer bliss. Who wanted to be in touch 24/7? Ewww. Out of parental earshot and view range is sheer bliss.
Hence one could not keep in touch with relatives and friends if we did not have their phone numbers. It wasnt like now – just log into the person’s Facebook page and write “Wassup??! Long time????” or update oneself by reading the person’s page. No twitter. One had to “shudder” write letters. If one had aspirations towards being a writer, one kept a diary – in longhand …. and kept changing its hiding place so that lesser beings like savage pesky younger brothers did not get their filthy hands on them! No blogs for us.
Like I said earlier NO INTERNET.
Internet is a luxury – we (in my days) did not have TV either …. and the wars my sibling and I fought over the radio were legendary. We were kids that grew up in playgrounds, none of the mealy mouth shoves and smacks for us. Wars were fought with total energy, commitment and we wounded each other in our quest for supremacy. Nails, teeth, punches in the stomach were all allowed. Bleeding gums, broken noses, cuts and bruises were expected to occur, and were not the reason to call a truce. Victory was all!!!! The winner got to listen to the radio station he/she wanted …. for the entire day! We did not have Ipods with earphones. Heck we did not have MP3s, and could not download music or porn … no napster or torrent either. If we wanted to steal the damn stuff, we had to go to the store and try our luck. As luck would have it, we lived in easier slow times and chances were that the Store owner knew our parents, so did the dratted Principal of the school. Us being ratted on was a common phenomenon.
No PSPs, Facebook and MySpace games. If we had to beat up or get beat up by friends, it happened in play grounds, not on LCD screens.
I really dont think kids of this generation could survive our generation. We rolled on real grass, rode bikes without knee cap protectors, climbed up trees and even drain pipes, jumped from our roof to the neighbor’s roof. We got hurt, got up, wiped our tears, put on tincture iodine (by ourself even though it burnt) and got back to living life.
Yeah those were the days