Playground Tete a Tete

As time flies, they say you keep growing as a person. All horse crap. We all know of the pristine pure beings we were in that playground. Of how spite would take on the form of your knuckle exploring the pimples of Raju's soft fleshy face. Curiosity would take the form of looking up Teena's skirt as she climbed the slide & Elation was what would come when everyone could successfully ditch pile-on Puppy. Joy was picking on tiny Akhil. Happiness would be sitting on the pavement with a bunch of your friends eating cheap ice cream. Gratitude would be getting that return gift on that rich kid's birthday. Emotions were simple as they are today. It’s the forms that they take that have changed so drastically. Instead of growing as persons, We all spiral into decadence. Pudgy Raju's knuckles suddenly decide they have to do some exploring of their own and he soon becomes the gold chain laden, heavily mustached, cheek polisher of the area, Now you have to make an appointment to meet Puppy. Tiny Akhil isn't that tiny anymore, worse he trains his kids to beat up yours in school. And Teena? Now you have to own a Pulsar or a Ford Ikon to do the same thing you used to do for free.

I mean there is not much you can do except complain about it. Every age has its own memories and mostly we end up looking forward for the past . I haven't possibly heard anyone say "Boy, Cant wait till am Sixty, Am going to rock the old age home." but you do hear the occasional geezer wheezing about the time "I was twenty two I used to date 3 chicks and could stand after twelve beers.". Childhood is the only time you do not or cannot look for the past for you have none and can only look forward to the future.

People tend to associate the fact that if you grow up with someone you know that person through and through. All Bull. Just because you grew up with a person doesn't mean you know that person but you can claim you knew them before they became assholes.

As growing up is a continuous process of degeneration, it’s a very destructive process. It starts putting an end to all the qualities that made childhood special. Imagination becomes non-existent, there is a sudden need to be extremely conscious of reality. Belief in morals you used to swear by becomes laughable, even Captain Planet becomes lame.
Old fears give way to new ones, your suddenly not afraid of that "Yuckoo" character from Chandrakanta, Its your impending divorce that features quite prominently in your nightmares now.

Its not as bad as you're thinking you know. We do have a very simple way of keeping the pieces together. Keep some connection with your childhood. No I don't mean look at your pictures or talk about the time when you ran naked across the street. You don’t even have to call those whom you grew up with. Just take something you used to like doing when you were a kid, keep doing it. It could be anything. If you liked to draw, keep drawing. If you liked to key other people's cars, just make sure they don’t have a good security system. I used to like standing by the slide. So Yes I am still trying to buy that pulsar.