Seventy Years Back
Transcreated by P.R.Ramachander
This write up is not mine but was posted in the face book which attracted me. I have modified certain aspects to make its appeal universal. I have changed certain narrations)
seventy years back:-
They repaired their slippers and wore it again,
They darned their cloths and wore it again,
Even after love marriage the wife did not address,
Her husband by his name or referred to him without respect.
During festivals special dishes were shared with neighbors.
Whenever some dish was left over at night ,
Next day it was boiled well and used as side dish with gruel.
In all wedding celebrations lunch was important feast.
During long journeys they took mixed rices like lemon or tamarind rice to eat on the way.
Most of the people traveled by bus most of the time.
The students of all schools were only children.
Most of the people understood meaning of lyrics of songs
Most relatives and friends wrote letters to each other.
During festivals together they ate feasts and went and watched Cinemas together,
The entire village together ran behind the thief to catch him,
If some shouting is heard from a home, the neighbors rushed to help,(Not like today when they take phone to take a video_)
All of us respected elders of even neighboring homes
Near and dear ones came to attend marriages even two days before
The entire village toiled for every homes celebrations
Each and every one came and offered help if some is sick or in case of death
Dawn was pretty for breathing and thinking
WE call it progress but we have lost all that was good,
WE have sacrificed happiness of community for sake of individual pleasures and enjoyment.
It may be autumn of modernity now but we will never get back the spring
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