Mills, my friend casually mailed me "remember the song Purani Jeans aur Guitar ...."

          I replied back "Remeber how great it was to get on a bike and drive ?  ( We do ! ) It didn't matter where you were going ! All you needed was free way .Time was always in abundance . Petrol  a scarcity. No driving licence .No helmet . Driving along with cattles on the road . Dirt and hot summer .Most oftenly a friend in the pillion .The hitch hikiing . Life moved swimmingly past those years :-) .

            There was a cook to take care of mere survival .Washing clothes could wait for months at a stretch . Jeans had to be "Purani" ,"Maili"  and sometimes "Fatti hui" by indispensability which could  often run away as fashion. Shaving used to be a weekly ritual .Puffs nad pegs did rounds . Everything was bohemian ......Laziness ruled ! Coping with adversity was done with an elan !....Remember .....(20 odd more lines ....). 

         The echoes of our past is heard very rarely and very vaguely in (unbacchanalian) parties  to this day . Life is drab today ......(again a few more lines) ...."

    The recipient thought of mailing me back " Enough of this nosta-senti crap ....You better start working now. "

  Mills, a good friend, never sent this mail though .

                                                                                   zulu