Came across this wonderful poetry and was taken through a nostalgic trip down memory lane.
Friendship was either 'katti' or 'mitti' in those days. Put your thumb under your chin and flick it a couple of times and it was a 'katti' meaning end of friendship. 'Kattis' would last a few hours or maybe till the next day. Things were forgotten and forgiven quickly as you needed that very friend to play with the next evening. Wagging of your little finger showed a 'mitti' and your friendship was instantaneously resumed.
What happens to all those stories of friends & best friends--'kacha dost' and 'pakka dost'? What happens to those promises of ever lasting friendship? What is it in the adult world that does not permit such friendships any more? Why is trust so hard to come by? We have never seen a more well-networked generation. Yet, I believe we are the loneliest of people.
Listening to this very simple poetry brought a tear to the eye and the memory of all those small meaningful things now lost for ever.
Friendship was either 'katti' or 'mitti' in those days. Put your thumb under your chin and flick it a couple of times and it was a 'katti' meaning end of friendship. 'Kattis' would last a few hours or maybe till the next day. Things were forgotten and forgiven quickly as you needed that very friend to play with the next evening. Wagging of your little finger showed a 'mitti' and your friendship was instantaneously resumed.
What happens to all those stories of friends & best friends--'kacha dost' and 'pakka dost'? What happens to those promises of ever lasting friendship? What is it in the adult world that does not permit such friendships any more? Why is trust so hard to come by? We have never seen a more well-networked generation. Yet, I believe we are the loneliest of people.
Listening to this very simple poetry brought a tear to the eye and the memory of all those small meaningful things now lost for ever.
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