life in a retro

how badly i want to see the old times

nostalgia took a different turn from how i used to like eating red crayons and touch raw meat to a more refined and sophisticated feeling to live in the old times. the reasons were simple enuff. one news channel, desperate to increase its viewership from a few rakhi fans broadcasted the old ads which used to ravage the households in the doordarshan age. then i started thinking in those lines. though the ads were very lames the quality of the film and the old graphic imaging gave me a desperate want to go back to those times. the actors used to wear pants up to their tummies and that too their colours were strikingly bright and to the modern eye lame..the kind of music too with hardly any electronic sounds was extremely nostalgic.

"mile sur mera tumhara

aur sur bane humaara"

back in those days we people needed this to string together our nations vast diversity.

i miss that too...

subsequently, the nostalgia captured my other senses too...like the fragrance of a perfume, of a cake baking in the oven, of a soap(baby's),shampoo...everything...all these fragrances were like etched to the different time zones in my life.....

HOW I LEARNED TO STOP WORRYING AND LOVE THE COMB

so i was thinking....will all the things that are being used and experienced by all of us now be nostalgic in the future?

i mean come on... what more advancement can we make to our living condition?

it can go only worse else...we are tweeting from our cells, audio players are of all sizes,everything is the best it can be,our fashion too , that is the best in the business....(hope the future does not turn out to be like that shown in wall-e)still there was no use worrying, every generation must have thought just like me(mite mount up in the future to become the generation gap)...and even more thinking about such futile stuff and bothering to blog about it is not worth the worry.thing worth more importance,,like the honey comb structure which is a potential building material to watch out for and whenever its time to leave combing my wayward hair is a good practise.

i love it ;)