Those were the good old days

Those were  the days when all children would wait for the school bell to ring, making a dash to watch shaktiman and intently listen to the moral of the day he so melodramatically starts with “BACCHO ……. .

Those were the times when we used to sign a peace treaty with moms that assures  a completed homework in lieu of the grant to watch good evening Disney.  

Those were the times when we came back looking  just  like those dirty kids they show in the RIN SHAKTI and TIDE ads after playing a bunch of in-genuinely created insane games.

 No we definitely were not old fashioned coz the early 90’s witnessed the birth of indi pop with Baba saigal and Alisha chinnai making the average conservative Indian tap his foot.

Those were the times  when I used to look at my teenage cousins wearing high waist pencil jeans with their collar shirts tucked in, walking with their high tied pony’s swaying from left to right. I so promised to grow up into a fashionista like them but it just turned out to be one of those kinds of promises politicians make to the people before elections.

 Those were the times when tourists used relish every inch of nature with their own retinas instead of proxy retinas named cameras.  And nevertheless it was the last era to have respected human to human communication.

Here now I live in a time where mickey and Pluto seem like a million light years far into the past and all I get to see is an obnoxious looking cockroach in a bizarre show named oggy and the cockroachs.

It seems to be the only cartoon left as its relationship with cartoon network is the same as that of suryavamsham’s with sony max. 

This era has also rechristened bollywood to copycatwood  kudos to the  pioneers of this mission salman khan and prabhu deva. 

Even the entities of original musical notes have succumbed in the stampede caused by the third world duplicates of akon and Korean music.

Last but the worst, these days the thought of getting clicked with my buddies freaks me out as I dread for the moment it goes on facebook and ends up getting likes that are unreasonably minimal for the number of friends I have.  Yes its surprising how networking sites have managed to network one’s self esteem and pride with the number of likes and shares.

Well afterall Wachowski Brothers were not so wrong about the existence of a disillusioned society named the “MATRIX ”, don’t you think the good old days are over and we have almost entered the matrix ??