Kahan gaye woh din....

Remember when you were young and went to a temple, the main attraction was 'prasad'. The small sweet white balls. known as 'sakhar futana' is what I used to crave for. I remember, our pujari used to give me a packet of prasad, I used to love him more than God. God was secondary then, tough at home I was thought that prasad was something that was secondary. How many times as kids we have gone to a temple and played in the courtyard? For me, it was many times. Its been long since I have gone to a temple. Not even for prasad, the one thing that used to take me there regularly.

Do you remember those days when whatever the teacher said was right. Even when our mother used to correct our teacher, we used to correct her. Teachers were meant to be right. Nothing said against our teacher was tolerated by us. She / He was the best person for us then. Respect was one thing that was always present for our teacher. Do you remember the last time you had respect for your professor?

Remember the days when cried without a reason in your mothers lap. You actually had tears in your eyes because your fell while playing cricket. You remember complaining your mom that a friend of yours has been teasing you with a girl? Do you remember the last time you went up to your mother and discussed you day's happening with her.

Remember you wanted to choose a profession like a conductor or a tv repair engineer? You found it more attractive than sitting in front of a PC and coding ALGOS. You didnt know that being a conductor is not the profession thats not respected. Do you remember the last time you hopped into a BEST bus and gave a smile to the conductor?

As kids we were used to do somethings without thinking twice. We just did things because we wanted to. Now, we do things because we need to.

We need to ask ourselves: " Kahan gaye woh din"