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childhood memories- 1

on January 17, 2012 in

Hope my last blog has given you a ride to your childhood days. Thanks for the comment and in between when I am trying to unearth my childhood days, I am getting more and more nostalgic.
The innocent “Praveen” has now become mature and more social. The labyrinth of myriad emotions and several factors has contributed a lot more effect. Sometimes I find myself in crossroad of life and I don’t want to come out of it. In between there comes different phases on which no-one has control of it.

Today, when I am on the way to unearth the childhood memories several pictures come in front of my eyes.

Let’s begin....

Picture 1: learning to ride a bicycle:

I remember the time I learned to ride a bicycle {thanks to my grandfather & uncle). I still remember the way my grandfather used to tag himself beside the cycle and run as I pedaled it along the roads of phulka naya tola from where I hail; Jamalpur. After which I got a ladies cycle (so that me and my sister both can use it) and was allowed to go to school taking my bicycle. I remember, at that time I was known for my cycle speed in my school and my friend Pankaj always accompanied me at the back. At that time my bicycle was more than a mercedies and every Sunday I along with my father used to oil to to keep it geared. 

Picture 2: playing hide and seek in the evening

In the busy schedule of today’s world, when I stare to those unlucky children who always enjoyed their evening time watching television and playing some sort of Pc game, my mind drives me back to my childhood days when I along with my neighbor used to play hide and seek. It was the most entertaining game.

 Life is full of never ending obstacles. Sometimes I fell to give up all the throat cutting competitions and ride back to childhood days, in the lap of our dearest families. I hardly remember the last time I have draped myself but this won’t be too easy.
After all life is a struggle. Ageing is truth……
I hardly remember the last time I dipped parle-G in water, I hardly remember the last time I had funs with water colors and crayons, hardly remember the last time I hold the hand of my parents in crossing the road……

But the memories are still cherished.

Growing old is mandatory but growing up is our choice…
And growing up always isn’t fun??
I am sure many of us miss childhood…
One way to get it back is keeping the kid in you alive..
Today and everyday…

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