06-28-2022     3 رجب 1440

Where Did Those Days Go?

A description of bygone childhood days always brings back a sense of Nostalgia After all, I want to ask " Where Did Those Days Go?"

June 24, 2022 | Mahfooz Ahmad Bakshi

There was a time when I used to go to the ground and play from dawn till dusk. I would play cricket, football, hide-and-seek, mint/mid (local game) Gharm Ball, And so on the ground. Every so often I would fight with my friends over small misunderstandings and I used to say “Mea seath chay Katee ''. As a result, this “katee” used to become a wall that was stopping us from talking, even touching each other. At that time, these small fights would last for less than an hour or for days. After that other friend of ours used to say “Katee thavin che gunah, keriw naalmout” (It is a sin to stop communicating with each other) and it was pretty clear to us that the one who earns sins will be burnt in the hellfire, this fear of hellfire and the convincing words of our friend would compel us to hug and say "Aizke peth gov salah”.(from now we will be friends again). Sporadically, we used to steal Apples from apple orchards and if the owner or caretaker of that orchard only noticed, we would panic and run, some of the friends would leave their shoes there in the Apple orchard then some used to get their clothes torn due to running over bushes and thorns.

There are so many memories of my childhood that I want to experience again, but it's not possible! That time we were close to each other, but now we may be close, but our hearts are far, far away from each other. Greed has ruined our bond, our relations. We don't even bother to talk to each other frankly anymore! Indeed we have had fights with our friends during our childhood but those fights weren't hazardous because as we grow up we may not fight but deep inside we keep Jealousy and enmity.
We have lost the value of everything! I remember the joy which is quite nostalgic, my father would give me 5 rupees which at that time was not enough as i belong to modern generation but still those 5 rupees were beyond enough for me, I would jump and rejoice to express the feeling of getting 5 rupees, sometimes my father would give me 10 rupees that day was equal to the day of Eid, that day used to be the day if celebration. Nowadays even 1 thousand rupees note is not enough. Even though we purchase expensive stuff, most of us are still unsatisfied. During our early years having torn clothes or pairs of shoes that don't even match was common and we hardly cared about it. Those years were golden and satisfying. I could still smell the memories of my childhood. Strangers who became friends earlier are now unknown, some have gone into depression, and some are super busy earning money.
Some have become haughty and some are living with pride; only few of them bother to talk and spend time with each other. Sometimes I think and sometimes I hardly get to talk about all of the memories we have created with my friend. We laugh out loud, we regret then again we laugh but deep inside I cry because we can never ever live in those movements again. All we can do is talk about them and then we change topics. Nowadays I can hardly hear the words like "Katee" etc . This might seem funny to you but I really mean it and miss it. All I hear Nowa days are unwanted words, all I can see Nowadays is evil. Along with our childhood we have lost the cleanliness, purity of soul's, love, affection and most importantly Friendship. All of this hurts me a lot but what can we do? We have to focus on our future and career now. That's all we are caring for at the movement. We kashmiri people often tell our kids that after matriculation exams you will have a lot of enjoyment and that's what I was told unfortunately I was too excited to get older to have that enjoyment now I realized that I got betrayed and I lost the real enjoyment in the misunderstanding.
Social media claims that if you register on any of the social media platforms, then it will help you to get connected with friends. Which obviously deteriorated our friendship. Also we have now 5k friends on social media but they are not actually friends, we hardly know some of them. Alas! We have lost our golden days! We have lost friendship! Not only that, but we have lost the love! Furthermore, we have lost ourselves in the darkness led by so-called advancement, instead of love our hearts are filled with hate and jealousy. Instead of talking in real life, we hardly have conversations with each other over text. Technology and enmity is ruining our present so I request you people not to do something for which you will regret sooner or later because at the end of the day you will end up saying Where Did Those Days Go?
Alhamdulillah I have enjoyed my childhood, and I'm enjoying the discussion about it these days. In_Shaa_Allah I will enjoy my future too. I would love to thank all those people who used to stay with me during my childhood. Thank you for making my childhood awesome. Thank you from the core of my heart. Come let's live, spend time together rather than spending time on social media!
A description of bygone childhood days always brings back a sense of Nostalgia
After all, I want to ask " Where Did Those Days Go?"

 


Email:------------bakshimahfooz@gmail.com

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Where Did Those Days Go?

A description of bygone childhood days always brings back a sense of Nostalgia After all, I want to ask " Where Did Those Days Go?"

June 24, 2022 | Mahfooz Ahmad Bakshi

There was a time when I used to go to the ground and play from dawn till dusk. I would play cricket, football, hide-and-seek, mint/mid (local game) Gharm Ball, And so on the ground. Every so often I would fight with my friends over small misunderstandings and I used to say “Mea seath chay Katee ''. As a result, this “katee” used to become a wall that was stopping us from talking, even touching each other. At that time, these small fights would last for less than an hour or for days. After that other friend of ours used to say “Katee thavin che gunah, keriw naalmout” (It is a sin to stop communicating with each other) and it was pretty clear to us that the one who earns sins will be burnt in the hellfire, this fear of hellfire and the convincing words of our friend would compel us to hug and say "Aizke peth gov salah”.(from now we will be friends again). Sporadically, we used to steal Apples from apple orchards and if the owner or caretaker of that orchard only noticed, we would panic and run, some of the friends would leave their shoes there in the Apple orchard then some used to get their clothes torn due to running over bushes and thorns.

There are so many memories of my childhood that I want to experience again, but it's not possible! That time we were close to each other, but now we may be close, but our hearts are far, far away from each other. Greed has ruined our bond, our relations. We don't even bother to talk to each other frankly anymore! Indeed we have had fights with our friends during our childhood but those fights weren't hazardous because as we grow up we may not fight but deep inside we keep Jealousy and enmity.
We have lost the value of everything! I remember the joy which is quite nostalgic, my father would give me 5 rupees which at that time was not enough as i belong to modern generation but still those 5 rupees were beyond enough for me, I would jump and rejoice to express the feeling of getting 5 rupees, sometimes my father would give me 10 rupees that day was equal to the day of Eid, that day used to be the day if celebration. Nowadays even 1 thousand rupees note is not enough. Even though we purchase expensive stuff, most of us are still unsatisfied. During our early years having torn clothes or pairs of shoes that don't even match was common and we hardly cared about it. Those years were golden and satisfying. I could still smell the memories of my childhood. Strangers who became friends earlier are now unknown, some have gone into depression, and some are super busy earning money.
Some have become haughty and some are living with pride; only few of them bother to talk and spend time with each other. Sometimes I think and sometimes I hardly get to talk about all of the memories we have created with my friend. We laugh out loud, we regret then again we laugh but deep inside I cry because we can never ever live in those movements again. All we can do is talk about them and then we change topics. Nowadays I can hardly hear the words like "Katee" etc . This might seem funny to you but I really mean it and miss it. All I hear Nowa days are unwanted words, all I can see Nowadays is evil. Along with our childhood we have lost the cleanliness, purity of soul's, love, affection and most importantly Friendship. All of this hurts me a lot but what can we do? We have to focus on our future and career now. That's all we are caring for at the movement. We kashmiri people often tell our kids that after matriculation exams you will have a lot of enjoyment and that's what I was told unfortunately I was too excited to get older to have that enjoyment now I realized that I got betrayed and I lost the real enjoyment in the misunderstanding.
Social media claims that if you register on any of the social media platforms, then it will help you to get connected with friends. Which obviously deteriorated our friendship. Also we have now 5k friends on social media but they are not actually friends, we hardly know some of them. Alas! We have lost our golden days! We have lost friendship! Not only that, but we have lost the love! Furthermore, we have lost ourselves in the darkness led by so-called advancement, instead of love our hearts are filled with hate and jealousy. Instead of talking in real life, we hardly have conversations with each other over text. Technology and enmity is ruining our present so I request you people not to do something for which you will regret sooner or later because at the end of the day you will end up saying Where Did Those Days Go?
Alhamdulillah I have enjoyed my childhood, and I'm enjoying the discussion about it these days. In_Shaa_Allah I will enjoy my future too. I would love to thank all those people who used to stay with me during my childhood. Thank you for making my childhood awesome. Thank you from the core of my heart. Come let's live, spend time together rather than spending time on social media!
A description of bygone childhood days always brings back a sense of Nostalgia
After all, I want to ask " Where Did Those Days Go?"

 


Email:------------bakshimahfooz@gmail.com


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Postal Regd No: SK/135/2010-2019
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