Looking back, smiling ahead
Floppy disk, VCR, pager, walkman are words of the past, No one knows when they saw it last. The endless winding of the cassette with a pencil, To save the tape and hear the last musical. Photos had to be taken with care, The limited film reel was a permanent scare. The dial up internet and the sound of struggling connections, ICQ chat were unnamed equations. Music played on the walkman in tow, Doordarshan, Ramayan was the family show. TV for us depended on the antenna that shifted with the wind, While the melody of ads in our minds were pinned. Washing powder Nirma or Lyril soap for sure, The two horned Onida devil or the dancing girl of Dairy Milk to cheer. Rasna, Gold Spot, Thums Up, Roohavza to sip, Or be cool by being you in the Fido Dido clip. The scent of Old spice & Brylcream in your dad's kit, With reminders to polish the Bata school shoes and blanco the whites for a perfect fit. The iconic ambassador, blue for us s...