The Old Days.


I bet Shackman who suggested this topic for the weekly LBC post will post about his motorcycling days!

I too could but I have a very big problem which I shall share with my readers which will explain why I am not sharing those particular motorcycling days.

My problem is simply this; What old days? I simply have too many of them in my life. Sequentially, my childhood, boyhood, adolescence, early employment/bachelor days, early married life, parenthood, and so on and so forth and in between so many different places where I / we lived, so many different sets of friends and experiences and so on and so forth again.

Now you see my problem?

I will just take one employer out of the few that I had worked for to explain.

The longest I worked for anyone was for a company with who I stayed for 23 years. I was posted on four different occasions in Mumbai with them each time, having to move into a new residence at a new locality. In the same company, I was also posted on two different occasions in Delhi with the same problems of different residences. Besides these six postings, we were posted once at Calcutta, once at Kerala and once and Bengaluru. In Bengaluru, we also had to shift residence on two occasions.

I can talk about each place of residence as being one of the old days!

Apart from those many moves, we set up home in Pune where we have stayed put for now over a quarter of a century and I can talk about the days when Pune was just an overgrown village, whereas now it is a big pulsing metropolis.

During the time we have lived in Pune, we also set up two temporary homes in Tamil Nadu where I had to attend to two important assignments which involved my staying there. Should I talk about those old days?

Do you see my problem?


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28 Responses to The Old Days.

  1. shackman says:

    It is not often you are wrong with your guesses but this time you missed the mark. But while reading your post it dawned on me – I have no idea what you did in your working life.What was your profession? It seems Gypsy might be in the description – LOL.
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  2. Dick Klade says:

    Like you, I’ve moved around quite a bit over a lengthy lifetime. My recollections are of both good and bad events at each location. Therefore, I can’t easily attach a “good old days” label to living in any particular place.
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  3. I am in the “good old days”, so I’m enjoying them thoroughly before they end.
    Cheerful Monk recently posted..Some Experiences Are Worth the Price

  4. tammy j says:

    i think i’m actually like monk says… living them right now.
    and right now they are good.
    but i totally agree with you. each segment of our lives is like a life of its own while it lasts! it would be hard to pick a particular one.
    that and the fact that i’m trying to learn to REALLY live in the NOW! πŸ™‚

  5. Ursula says:

    My dear Ramana, no, I don’t “see your problem”. Though I do understand your predicament when trying to pick which bits of the past to relate to others. Over a lifetime they are so many [bits and good old days].

    To me “the good old days” are just that: Good. And once upon a time, in the future, I shall look upon today as another “good old” (spanners in the works not withstanding).

    Looking at Cheerful Monk’s comment: Is she softening in her “good old days”? Normally, she’d just tell us that NOW is better than previous. It isn’t. It’s different. Each phase has its good and not so good. In the end I believe we are the sum of our experiences. And a little bit of nostalgia [for the good old days] may move those of us given to sentimentality to (joyful, sometimes sorrowful) tears. In a good way.

    Hug and kiss,
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    • The key word that you used and to which I am very partial, is ‘different’. Once we have that firmly settled, values of good or bad days disappear. All experiences are necessary to progress in life.

  6. Blame the human condition. The harder you try to cling to the precious moments of a truly fine day, the faster it disappears from our grasp! The best we can do is to promise ourselves to remember itβ€”it’s like “bookmarking” it to some extent. Then at least we can revisit it and try to enjoy it again!
    Still the Lucky Few recently posted..Older Adults: Access the Gift of Creativity!

  7. Maxi says:

    Whew! You didn’t stay still long enough to have a collection of ‘the good old days.’
    blessings ~ maxi

  8. Joared says:

    I’ve noticed your name popping up in comments on various blogs from time to time, so decided I should stop by to see what you are prompted to write about. Ah-h-h, “the old days!” I have many of those about which I could write a few words, and have in some instances, but that’s a mere reflection of age. As for “good” old days — if we classify some as such, what does that mean all the other days are? I agree that viewing the days as different — some more so than others which tends to make them more interesting — is how I prefer to reflect on “then” and “now”.

  9. Cathy in NZ says:

    it depends, “now where have you heard that before” – I can look back at the “old days” and see parts that were good, even better than good – but sometimes that’s just me covering up the torn and tossed away bits – like getting a distorted mirror at a side show where you can be both tall, short or wide…

    As I grow up and older (not in size, more in decade depth) I understand more on those times, I understand that maybe I took the wrong choice or was it no choice at all…

    Also in those “then times” I often told everyone, everything I was going to do – and the comments often had me make the “wrongs” because I wasn’t following my bliss/path.

    Now I have got a bit more savvy, one of my friends now has me labelled as “Cryptic Cathy” – and I’ve got like that. But then again that particular friend needs everything in black/white!

  10. kylie says:

    I remember lots of things with fondness but I feel too young to have “the old days”.
    Of course, many things I remember fondly and not so far distantly, sound positively archaic to my children.

  11. wisewebwoman says:

    A recent study, and damn if I can’t find it now when I need it showed time frames with regard to the “good old days”. As time goes by the bad memories drop off and we only recall the good. I believe our nostalgia colours the recall quite favourably. Is this good or bad? Don’t know.

    But we do tend to romanticise. I caught myself doing that today playing the songs of the sixties when I remembered how poor we were, how even budgeting for food was a challenge and we took the baby everywhere as we couldn’t afford a sitter for a night out, a break.

    πŸ˜€ Oh well……….

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    • Now that you mention these things, I fully agree with all the observations. The romanticising of poverty particularly resonates.

      I just wish that I had thought of them and included them in my post.

  12. Max Coutinho says:

    Hi Rummy,

    Exactly: which phase of the old days? More specificity is in order :).

    I see your problem, my friend. Not an easy theme. As I said, in the past, you had a very rich life: be grateful for it :D. G-d Bless.

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  13. bikehikebabe says:

    We all have that problem. It comes from living a long life.

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