Guest guest Posted March 9, 2004 Report Share Posted March 9, 2004 I.miss.those.days/years-nostalgia.does.keep.one.young.at.heart.Ofcourse,we.c an.relive.them.through.our.children-sadly,through.techo.aided.glasses. Sadhana'85 Nostalgia > Dear All > This is a nice one. Obviously not mine, but the feelings are. > Sanjay Marwah > '78 > > > > Gone are the days...........but not the memories > > Gone are the days > When the school reopened in June, > And we settled in our new desks and benches. > > Gone are the days > When we queued up in book depot, > And got our new books and notes. > > Gone are the days > When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet > Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers. > > Gone are the days > We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and > progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips. > > Gone are the days > We began drawing with crayons and evolved to > Colour pencils and finally sketch pens. > > Gone are the days > We started calculating first with tables and then > with es tables and advanced to calculators and computers. > > Gone are the days > When we chased one another in the corridors in > Intervals,And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat. > > Gone are the days > When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, > Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds. > > Gone are the days > When all the colours in the world, > Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays. > > Gone are the days > When a sing! le P.T. period in the week's Time > Table,Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons. > > Gone are the days > When cricket was played with writing pads as > bats,And Neckties and socks rolled into balls. > > Gone are the days > When few played " kabadi " and " Co-Co " in scorching > sun,While others simply played " book cricket " in the > confines of classroom. > > Gone are the days > Of fights but no conspiracies, > Of Competitions but seldom jealousy. > > Gone are the days > When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, > In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks. > > Gone are the days > When few rushed at 4:45 to > " Conquer " window seats in our School bus. > > Gone are the days > Wh ile few others had " Big Fun " , > " gulfi ice " and " pepsi ! " at 4o Clock. > > Gone are the days > Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , > And the one-month long preparations for them. > > Gone are the days > Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, > And the most enjoyed holidays after them. > > Gone are the days > Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we > Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests. > > Gone are the days > We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we > lost,We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought. > > Gone are the days > With so much fun in them, so many friends, > So much experience, all this and more. > > Gone are the days > But not the memories, which will be > Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and > Ever and ever and Ever . > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 10, 2004 Report Share Posted March 10, 2004 sorry we have done 18 in the auto... saw all movies in the internship days and have even got reprimanded by the theatre manager for singing the songs/making noise. Good fun. more than ich mch was our haunt. we had 'khathas' in all places- mch, a juice fellow, gulabsingh. the trend on a weekends would be have a paunar picnic- (walk sometimes from the back), come to wardha see a movie, take an auto to girnar (is it still there), have a meal , (those dying for butter chicken would get it there), walk back to hostel. Invariably we were later than the 2200 curfew time. Always tried to sneak back quietly but always got caught by Sanjay's mum (Mrs Ingley) who used to be in the balcony. get a soft reprimand and repeat all this next week... also have other batches gone to thevmilk centre on the way from girnar? used to go there and have lots of fresh chilled milk...no payments of course never pledged undying friendship but even when we have not met friends for years we always pick up where we left off years ago... Malini (1982) With regards Lakshmi Prasad (lp1960@... ) Re: Nostalgia hi Sanjay That was a nice one-add memoirs of MGIMS to that one- Gone are the days of hogging in coffee house,of yelling around in hostels, of rushing for lectures-only to sleep in them,of field trips and trips to Wardha packed like sardines in a lone rickshaw (14 was the record) to see the same movie thrice( main tulsi tere aangan ki) Gone are the days of queing up for bathrooms,of rushing for lunch,yelling at the mess boy,burning the midnight oil,pledging undying friendship,sipping hot coffee on cold winter nights amidst soul-searching conversations, dreaming big dreams,raiding rooms for hidden food,and ofcourse occasionally -studying-Gone are the days but not the memories- Sadhana '78 On Mon, 08 Mar 2004 marwah wrote : >Dear All >This is a nice one. Obviously not mine, but the feelings are. >Sanjay Marwah >'78 > > > >Gone are the days...........but not the memories > >Gone are the days >When the school reopened in June, >And we settled in our new desks and benches. > >Gone are the days >When we queued up in book depot, >And got our new books and notes. > >Gone are the days >When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet >Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers. > >Gone are the days >We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and >progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then micro tips. > >Gone are the days >We began drawing with crayons and evolved to >Colour pencils and finally sketch pens. > >Gone are the days >We started calculating first with tables and then >with es tables and advanced to calculators and computers. > >Gone are the days >When we chased one another in the corridors in >Intervals,And returned to the classrooms drenched in sweat. > >Gone are the days >When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, >Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds. > >Gone are the days >When all the colours in the world, >Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays. > >Gone are the days >When a sing! le P.T. period in the week's Time >Table,Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons. > >Gone are the days >When cricket was played with writing pads as >bats,And Neckties and socks rolled into balls. > >Gone are the days >When few played " kabadi " and " Co-Co " in scorching >sun,While others simply played " book cricket " in the >confines of classroom. > >Gone are the days >Of fights but no conspiracies, >Of Competitions but seldom jealousy. > >Gone are the days >When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, >In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks. > >Gone are the days >When few rushed at 4:45 to > " Conquer " window seats in our School bus. > >Gone are the days >Wh ile few others had " Big Fun " , > " gulfi ice " and " pepsi ! " at 4o Clock. > >Gone are the days >Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day , >And the one-month long preparations for them. > >Gone are the days >Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, >And the most enjoyed holidays after them. > >Gone are the days >Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we >Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests. > >Gone are the days >We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we >lost,We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought. > >Gone are the days >With so much fun in them, so many friends, >So much experience, all this and more. > >Gone are the days >But not the memories, which will be >Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and >Ever and ever and Ever . > > > > > > > Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 10, 2004 Report Share Posted March 10, 2004 Dear malini 18 in an auto!!! I bet one of us was driving it because I can't imagine there was place for the rickshaw guy. I remember once Noel and I (when I was slimmer, of course) being scrunched up in the back in what is now popularly known as the " bonsai lotus position " and when we had to get off it took us a while to untangle ourselves, with a little help from friends (after all, what are friends for if they can't lend a helping hand to grab your ankle and try to dislocate it thus allowing you to offload yourself in pieces...it is thus that some of our gang were inspired to become orthopods). Noel, of course, was well known for barging his way into the kitchen where ever we went for a meal and giving precise instructions to the chef (obviously, in Wardha, this term was only a euphemism) about how the butter chicken should be cooked ( " with lots of butter, SAMJHA %^ & $ " ). The 'chef' would nod reassuringly and go ahead and cook it his usual way since that's all he was capable of but Noel was happy that he had shown him who was the boss. I have remembered another Noel story. This was in girnar and we were taking some snaps when the waiter (another Wardha euphemism), a young lad, approached us and requested one with him in it. Noel pointed the camera and set off the flash. The young man, being wiser than we gave him credit for, protested that the shutter hadn't clicked. Noel turned to him and said, in a stern voice " Light gira kya tum pe? " . Young lad nods, meekly. " Phir sumjho photo kheech liya & ^%$ " , said Noel, ending any further debate. Nadu (1982) --------------------------------- Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly... " Ping " your friends today! Download Messenger Now Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 11, 2004 Report Share Posted March 11, 2004 I dunno nadu but the figure 18 has stayed in my mind...maybe nostalgia and time have inflated the numbers. think- 3 in the back, 4 on the seat, 4 on the danda, 2 on either side of driver. 13 excluding driver. right? With regards Lakshmi Prasad (lp1960@... ) Nostalgia Dear malini 18 in an auto!!! I bet one of us was driving it because I can't imagine there was place for the rickshaw guy. I remember once Noel and I (when I was slimmer, of course) being scrunched up in the back in what is now popularly known as the " bonsai lotus position " and when we had to get off it took us a while to untangle ourselves, with a little help from friends (after all, what are friends for if they can't lend a helping hand to grab your ankle and try to dislocate it thus allowing you to offload yourself in pieces...it is thus that some of our gang were inspired to become orthopods). Noel, of course, was well known for barging his way into the kitchen where ever we went for a meal and giving precise instructions to the chef (obviously, in Wardha, this term was only a euphemism) about how the butter chicken should be cooked ( " with lots of butter, SAMJHA %^ & $ " ). The 'chef' would nod reassuringly and go ahead and cook it his usual way since that's all he was capable of but Noel was happy that he had shown him who was the boss. I have remembered another Noel story. This was in girnar and we were taking some snaps when the waiter (another Wardha euphemism), a young lad, approached us and requested one with him in it. Noel pointed the camera and set off the flash. The young man, being wiser than we gave him credit for, protested that the shutter hadn't clicked. Noel turned to him and said, in a stern voice " Light gira kya tum pe? " . Young lad nods, meekly. " Phir sumjho photo kheech liya & ^%$ " , said Noel, ending any further debate. Nadu (1982) --------------------------------- Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly... " Ping " your friends today! Download Messenger Now Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Guest guest Posted March 11, 2004 Report Share Posted March 11, 2004 I dunno nadu but the figure 18 has stayed in my mind...maybe nostalgia and time have inflated the numbers. think- 3 in the back, 4 on the seat, 4 on the danda, 2 on either side of driver. 13 excluding driver. right? With regards Lakshmi Prasad (lp1960@... ) Nostalgia Dear malini 18 in an auto!!! I bet one of us was driving it because I can't imagine there was place for the rickshaw guy. I remember once Noel and I (when I was slimmer, of course) being scrunched up in the back in what is now popularly known as the " bonsai lotus position " and when we had to get off it took us a while to untangle ourselves, with a little help from friends (after all, what are friends for if they can't lend a helping hand to grab your ankle and try to dislocate it thus allowing you to offload yourself in pieces...it is thus that some of our gang were inspired to become orthopods). Noel, of course, was well known for barging his way into the kitchen where ever we went for a meal and giving precise instructions to the chef (obviously, in Wardha, this term was only a euphemism) about how the butter chicken should be cooked ( " with lots of butter, SAMJHA %^ & $ " ). The 'chef' would nod reassuringly and go ahead and cook it his usual way since that's all he was capable of but Noel was happy that he had shown him who was the boss. I have remembered another Noel story. This was in girnar and we were taking some snaps when the waiter (another Wardha euphemism), a young lad, approached us and requested one with him in it. Noel pointed the camera and set off the flash. The young man, being wiser than we gave him credit for, protested that the shutter hadn't clicked. Noel turned to him and said, in a stern voice " Light gira kya tum pe? " . Young lad nods, meekly. " Phir sumjho photo kheech liya & ^%$ " , said Noel, ending any further debate. Nadu (1982) --------------------------------- Yahoo! Messenger - Communicate instantly... " Ping " your friends today! Download Messenger Now Quote Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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