My childhood in mylapore

I was with my grandparents when i was till two foot high. I dont exactly remember my age. But man what a life it was. It was simple and uncomplicated. Get up at a normal time, get ready and go to school. Come back, take a bath, play with friends, go back to the house, try to do some homework, get beaten up.Eat food and then watch a little bit of TV then sleep. I never used to call up my parents that regularly also. infact my grand folks were the whole world to me.
   Oh and i forgot the regular visits to the world famous kapaliswarar temple. It was always a delight to watch the temple peacock, that small shops selling trinkets all around the temple. The temple pond. The vibudhi that i used to rub around my stomach. The carrot halwa that my granny used to make daily. I never used to get sick of that stuff. The Hindu newspaper that my grandad used to read daily. Few fav incidents that i can never could forget were

• The rent for my house was for just Rs.80 in mylapore.
• The rickshaw guy gangaiyya who scared the shit out of me when i touched a bone and said i would die if at all i ever closed my eyes.
• My school and its teachers.
• The black and white ECIL TV, the friday oiliyum oleyum during the fridays.

Well i can go on and on. With all this i can tell just one thing, i am actually getting old. My hair is still black, not that i have checked. But there is a huge gap. When we wanted to know about something we either used to ask our parents if they didnt know about that, we used to go to school. get beaten up by the teacher and then taught. These days the kids find out and teach the kids all stuff man what a change it has been.
  The only mails that i knew were males and females. if anybody returned from abroad then they were treated like royalty. The chocolates the toys.

   I dont miss the people at that time, coz either i had issues or people around me were wierd. But i miss those days for whatever worth they had.Always used to travel by bus . Used to beg my mom to take us by auto. It was a luxury. And forget about cars. They were unheard of.

When i was back at my place, we still used to go to madras on and off. The chocolates that we used to get in the pallavan train were awesome. And pallavan was THE mode of travel. The superfast express.

Sadly my granny and grandad aint there on this planet to see me the way i am. Writing about them sitting in Indore in an AC office with my own vehicle that i got using my own money bought without a thought. Planning my trip to Gurgaon with company sponsored flight staying in a AC guestroom. Thinking about my fiancee and calling her up immediately. And if worse happens i can always go to her anytime i want. As long as i have the dough.

I seriously miss those days.. I seriously do