I Miss My Teens!

I miss the mist, the chilly winters, the bike rides to the tuition classes, the jacket less boasting of strength, the attitude bent on impressing the girls against a daring winter. I miss my teens 🙂

I miss the empty roads, the greenery behind seminary hills, the drives in the officers club, the search for secluded spots, the hunt in the secluded spots, the long conversations sitting on the empty footpaths late in the night. I miss my teens. 🙂

I miss the care free behavior, the ‘park anywhere’ infrastructure of the city, the birthday parties at the friends, the last minute runs for cakes and gifts and the economically extravagant parties. I miss my teens 🙂

I miss the road side omelet parathas, the Do rupaye ki chhe paani puris, the paanch rupaye plate dahi samosas, the lavish thalis at choicest of restaurants, the trips to dhabas with family and friends and the eating of full dinners at home despite eating out to avoid mum’s daant. I miss my teens 🙂

I miss the tapori giri. The meri waali- teri waali conversations, the ideas given to friends, the unwanted helps, the tricks, the torments and the embarrassments. Oh… I miss my teens. 🙂

I miss the touch touch, the meaning of the touch, the anticipations, the exclamations, the longings and the frighteningly nervous retractions. I miss the anger, I miss the fights over whose is who, I miss not being patient. I miss my teens. 🙂

Any thing that I have achieved today or will achieve in years to come will never be able to replace the college life we lived. I’m sure you will agree.

GPSD: Some Thing from the School Days!

Anniversary week special guest post by Shilpa Deshpande

This is something that happened when I was in the 8th grade. I prided myself on being a very strong, fearless and forthright. I also liked to think of myself as a no-nonsense person.

Mine was a co-ed school and most my classmates were at the age where the opposite sex was a subject of supreme interest. Everyone had flings or were rumored to have flings with someone or the other in school. The normal ones were supposed ‘chakkars’ between peers. 8th graders with 8th graders. The really A-list ones were where girls from my class had boyfriends from higher classes. One such ‘chakkar’ was between this really pretty girl in my class(lets call her M) and this good looking, albeit on the rough side, 11th class boy(P). Continue reading


There are some days, when you feel like grabbing a cup of coffee, pulling a chair in your balcony (or sitting in the bay window) and remembering all the good things that have ever happened to you. Well I’m in my office. I had loads of work and hardly got time to eat, forget coffee. Yet I’m feeling nostalgic. Have you ever been through these things in your childhood?

  • When I chased kites on busy roads, risking my life although I could buy two of them in a rupee.
  • Had a ice gola on a stall outside despite being warned by mom about how unhygienic it is. Not telling her, yet she managing to find from your red and yellow tongue.
  • Had Pani Puri around the corner of our area, 8 pooris in 1 rupee.
  • Remember when I wanted to buy a new cricket bat but Papa didn’t allow because I didn’t know how to play with it.
  • I remember beating my neighbor because he once laughed at me when I fell down while cycling.
  • I remember watching the Air Force show and fearing when the planes went really close to us while we were sitting and watching.
  • I also remember when Papa was not doing good in business and how our family shared a Luna (moped). They were tough times walking kilometers to the market for fetching vegetables.
  • I remember my mom crying when I wanted her to buy a toy for me for securing good marks in exams. She had no money. I remember how my parents never fought, despite troubled times.
  • The first time I went to a cricket stadium to watch the match.
  • And then I remember when Papa bagged a big contract, how we all celebrated on a dhaba.
  • Learning to drive our first car, and driving really rash. Good times were back.
  • The first time I proposed a girl, I was just 16 and didn’t know what I was doing. 🙂
  • And then the first time when I kissed.
  • I remember when my papa gifted me a bike on my 18th birthday. I remember driving it at high speeds, trying to impress girls.

To be fair there are so many things I’m remembering, I’m losing count. Sigh! Good ol’days.