Aug 25, 2012
When I was just a young girl, scatterbrained and sweet sixteen
Not too fond of text books though on the playground always keen
I rushed to do my homework when I got back from school
So I'd have time for other stuff I thought was super cool
Now I was into Mills & Boon and also into sport
Dreamt of being a rock star but often missed a note
I loved to go to movies and I guess those were the days
When the chapters of your life seemed like the greatest phase
Guitar strapped on my shoulder I biked my way around
Practising those F- Sharps till I heard the perfect sound
Sometimes with Dad's old Nikon I tried to take some pics
Or get caught with James Hadley Chase and end up in a fix
Between my Chem and Drama Class my friends and I would try
Pretend that we were grown- ups though often we were shy
We walked past to the Cafe - our favourite hang-out place
To have some garma garam chai despite the waiter’s gaze
We loved to see the Jukebox list which always made us smile
We also read each song out loud which really took a while
And then we played the same old song which made the owner cringe
I still hear Rhinestone Cowboy with a wistful kind of twinge
We used 8 packs of cards or more to play a game of Bluff
Followed by some Carrom till our parents said ENOUGH
We didn’t have all those gizmos like the X-Box and its kind
And enjoyed playing Gilli danda which helped us all unwind
We also coined nicknames for boys and spent a lot of time
Speaking in “P” language which I guess was no big crime
We loved Our Archie Andrews and thought he looked real cute
While teachers banned our comics saying our minds they would pollute
Those Kaala Khatta days for sure were filled with “time-pass” fun
Though sometimes I’m not really proud of all the things I’ve done
If you promise not to kiss and tell I’ll whisper in your ear
And tell you “something something” which perhaps you’ll want to hear
We made this list of boys and all the girls we guessed they liked
And wrote love letters in their names which really got them psyched
When things got kind of out of hand and really quite intense
I did regret playing Cupid and my lack of common sense
With tests just round the corner we sat up late at night
Trying to solve equations which gave us all a fright
Our tummies would start rumbling and we prayed to every God
And even blamed our parents saying they shouldn’t have spared the rod
We shared our Goli Sodas and all our dreams and hopes
The Crazy Five they called us while we tried to learn the ropes
30 years have gone by and it’s nice we stay in touch
And revisit those days again which really means so much
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