It was one warm September in the summer of 89. salman kahlid was just 9 years old back then, but that month something really weird happened. That week he grew up a whole lot in just one week, so after that, he was never so young any more.
It was a time when it mattered that the guy next door could make a more aero dynamic paper plane than u, but it dint matter whether ur best friends dad had a bmw or hardly had to do with a 50cc motorcycle.
It was a time when you could keep awake the whole night just to meet the fairy god mother who would come to collect ur first tooth. Now even the hale bob comet on its million year journey passing by your window isn’t interesting enough to keep u awake after 12:00
It was a time when you waited all evening for the ice candy man to arrive just to remember later that he took an off on Mondays
It was a time when you savored the thought of eating out, a week before u actually went there. Now you come home saying “it wasn’t gud enuff” even after returning from the most expensive restaurant in town.
It was a time when having guests over at ur place was fun because there was a whole lot of new stuff to be done and so much more to eat, now there is nothing new left to do when someone comes over.
It was a time when you cried on the death of your neighbours dog, now you would care less if your own friend died.
It was a time when the wrath of your dad extending into a mild scolding meant a sleepless night. Now, your dad doesn’t scold you anymore because it stopped having any effect on you ages ago.
It was the time when the tiniest of things made a gargantuan impact in your life, now even life or death has no impact on you
It was a time when taking a day off from school meant a letter from your parents justifying your actions, now taking a day off from work seems to be your lawful right
Everything has toned down now. And its not because we want to be like that. Its because the society wants us to act that way. Showing emotion is a sign of weakness and the one who cries last is the most courageous. We have become conformists, molded ourselves into ways that other people want to see us as. We have no identity.
thats why they say children are the only real people. and growing up is just a nice way of saying, “growing dead”.
dude, i had no clue you blogged. in fact i had no clue you were the blogging type. things have changed since the late nineties too, not just the late eighties.
I hate to admit it, but some of the aspects outlined by you ring true. The older we get, if we don’t conciously avoid conforming to the ‘norm’, our existence can loose all its color and flavor. Seems like there is hope for you though!
(liked the intro..)
very pleasing but down-to-earth.
It was the time when the stories u heard left u in awe because u would enter a dream world and now it leaves u in awe because the reality of it strikes you.
Great writing ,no one can guess wht was coming from the start of this …..a lill crude but n enchanting comparison…totally agree!!