Things were simple back then. Mother was the only woman we loved. We loved our friends and they loved us back. No favors or hidden charges. Kulfi was the only affordable luxury as we didn't dare to ask our parents more than Rs. 2/- Kulfi-wala used to signal his arrival by playing those Akshay Kumar-Shilpa Shettysh type of songs. And our face used to lit up as we licked that half-salty, half-sweet stick. Bliss beyond belief.
Then started the modernization. Kulfi-wala was shoved aside by the clown, Ronald McDonald and Colonel from Kentuky. A zero was added at a wrong place while pricing our beloved summer delights. We were disappointed but like monkey-see-monkey-do, we gave in to changes happening around us. And hey, these fries aren't that bad. Nor is this bucket of wings.
Yeah... then our feet turned to Cafe' Coffee Day and similar high-end hang out places. Akshay and Shilpa were harmlessly replaced by Bryan Adams and late Britney Spears. And then everything began to reek the odor of Yeah-baby-I-am-getting-modern. Girlfriend and her tantrums.. Mother, where are you? Chaotic the world has become.
Maybe I should stop now. Yeah.. Today, mourn over your glorious past that can only be revisited subconsciously. And be strict on your children. Make them a cup of coffee when they ask money to buy one from Cafe' Coffee Day. And be sure to track them as like father-like son.
Maybe I should stop now. Yeah.. Today, mourn over your glorious past that can only be revisited subconsciously. And be strict on your children. Make them a cup of coffee when they ask money to buy one from Cafe' Coffee Day. And be sure to track them as like father-like son.
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