Nostalgic Moments
A nostalgic journey through the feeling, sights and emotion of old India.
seeti bolti thi?
Count the whistles. You still know the number. Everyone does.
Every lane had a constitution. Nobody wrote it. Everyone knew it.
aaye ho?
Someone always asked. For no reason. Now you want to tell them.
A painter, a driver, a night on the road. And a small note for you behind.
The ledger at the corner shop that never quite closed. Chukta kar dun?
Naam, school, marks. Press generate. The teacher's remark still stings a little.
Doordarshan. One Sunday morning. It plays once, start to end, and never repeats.
One akshar. Sing the song that starts with it. Loudly, to yourself. The site won't sing.
Paani aata hai. Bees minute rehta hai. Bhar lo, jitna bhar sakte ho.
Aaj ki daak aapke haath mein. Ek ek karke baanto. Kuch pate badal jaate hain.
Pandrah paise. Koi lifafa nahi. Jo likhoge, wo poore raaste khula rahega.
Seedhe khade raho. Chah jagah naap hoga, notebook mein likha jaayega. Aapko nahi dikhega.
Wahi poster jo har barber shop mein tha. Ek number pe ungli rakho. Phir sheeshe mein dekho.
Sikke daalo. Hila ke suno kitna bhara hai. Kholna hai toh todna padega.
Suee ghumao. Beech mein sirf khadkhadahat. Jo chal raha hai, wahi chalega.
Chalees rupaye jeb mein. Meter deewar pe chalta hai. Paise khatam, line kat.
Ikkis din lagte hain. Roz dhoop mein rakho, hilao, shaam ko andar. Gile haath mat lagana.
Do baje hain. Sab so rahe hain. Karne ko kuch nahi. Bas dekhna hai, jitna dekhoge utna dikhega.
Nayi copy, brown paper. Kaato, chaaron taraf modo, kone banao. Bubble haath se nikalo.
Bhor se raat tak. Chaar hisse. Bas baithe raho, jitni der baithoge utna sunai dega.