The sound of my silence

Lonely soul still wanders
As though lost in failing light
Continues in a never ending search
For something always just out of sight

With an eye for beauty and a want for love
And with a living passion intense
Building turbulence even in her calm
With this search in the silence

Even as clouds touch the mountain peak
And beckon him to their abode
Her search takes her to greater depths
On life's steady winding road

On the way many have been
That have caused this loneliness to go
With a whisper or a touch
Or a loving look in times of woe

With memories of people and places
Both of joy and sorrow
With a hope that a feeling of love long gone
May be rekindled in the coming morrow

And so the lonely soul still wanders
As though lost in failing light
Continues in a never ending search
For something always just out of sight

When Citra and cable TV shook our world

There are many things that bind together those of us who grew up in India(okay, maybe just Delhi) in the 80's and nineties. Our games Vish amrit (lock and key for the slightly more sophisticated), oonch neech ka papda... what we read- amar chitra katha, tinkle (tantri the mantri and co.), our outings- picnincs with the family to lodhi gardens and later " night spends" at a friend's.The tele- Chandrakanta Number 1, Chitrahaar and the news with the little corner window for the sign language. Wonder years in English, Bewitched in Hindi. nirma detergent tikia, doodh doodh -wonderful doodh!
The kuttis and the abbas. The truths and dares. The crushes, the "proposals", first kisses. The " BOARD" exams.
That life seems so far away now. And yet when I say these words all together like this it brings a reaction so strong that I find myself searching for words to describe it. I miss who I was back then, who everyone was, what everything was like- or at least what I thought everything was like as a child. I suppose it is nothing more than the human tendency to glorify the past- after all 'old is gold'- supposedly.
I suppose this generation will have it's own nostalgic terms- john abraham and keira knightley , hanging out at malls, making out in classrooms, being part of youth clubs that plan to save the world... God knows what it will be. I realize I can't help but sound a little disrespectful- but hey..they're someone else's moments, someone else's memories. As for me... mine are safe in a bubble, getting more and more beautiful, more and more precious- as I leave them further and further behind me. It seems as if the more unpleasant moments in my childhood have melted away. I can only hope that when my present and my future become my past- it's a sweet memory to recall- even if at some level I know I didn't always think of it that way.

PS- The Doodh Doodh Commercial : http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=ZjFH6yZ8LIA
Hamara bajaj! http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=dcoSeg2y6tk
Gold Spot! the ziing thiing http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=rS2n18lTCSo

AND THIS ONE- You just can't not love it! :)http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=vf4txvQgmmo