I am doing this post in a jiffy as i am writing this, my phone is ringing non-stop and friends are calling for kite flying. In school days we would always ask which is your favourite festival and pat came the answer “Uttarayan“. Later in adult hood most of the boys were of the opinion that holi is better because on the pretex of applying color they got the opportunity to “haath phiraying on the girls”(i would happy to know a girls view on this) ha ha those days of puberty everything starts and ends with girls. In earlier days kite flying would start as soon a diwali ends. I remember in school days before the uttarayan were the days of ghassarpatta and langis. Everyone would bring manja in the school and those class monitors will search for it in every one’s bag and report it to the teachers. Even in chalu class as soon as the teacher turns to the board half the class would be doing ghassarpatta. The older days are always fun, we always say “the good old days”. For most of us the past is always beautiful than the present. I am a man of the past; i dwell on the past, and i like the past. Because it always the past that is perfect and which we can consider as our own.