What will we miss?

 

In our days, bicycles were taught in three stages,

First Stage - Scissors

Second Stage - Stanchion

Third step - padding ...

Cycling was not so easy then because my father or uncle used to ride bicycles at home.

At that time, the height of the bicycle was 24 inches, which was equal to our shoulder when standing, it was not appropriate to ride the pad with such a bicycle.

"Scissors" was the art where we walked between triangles in a bicycle frame and put both feet on both paddles.

And when we used to run like this, we used to pinch our chest and take the face out of the back of the handle, and "cleanly", rang the bell so that the people could see the garden where the boy was running the bicycle.

Today's generation is bereft of this "adventure". They do not know that at the age of eight or ten years, 24-inch cycling was like flying a "ship".

We have not known how many times he has broken his knees and mouth, and the amazing thing is that there was no pain then, after falling, he used to stand silently looking around and wiping his half-briefs.

Now technology has made great progress, as soon as five years old, children start cycling, they also fall without falling. Two two-fit bicycles have arrived, and the children of the rich now drive directly. Small bikes are available in the market.

But today's children will never understand that at that young age, balancing on the big bicycle was the first lesson of life! The first link of "responsibilities" used to be where you were given the responsibility that you are now able to crush wheat.

Go cycling from here to the mill, and come back home driving the scissors from there!

And believe it, happiness was also great in fulfilling this responsibility.

And it is also true that the "scissors" system became extinct after us.

We are the last generation of the world who learned cycling in three stages!

First stage scissors

Second stage rung

Third stage padding.

● We are the last generation who have often heard the stories of fairies and kings, sitting on the ground, eating food, and drinking tea on a plate.

● We are the last people who have played traditional sports, Gilli-danda, hide and seek, kho-kho, kabaddi, and marbles with their friends on the mohalla grounds in childhood.

● We are the last generation of people who have done homework in the low or yellow light of the bulb and have studied Navel.

● We are the same generation of people, who have exchanged their feelings and feelings for their loved ones.

● We are the last generation of people who have spent their childhood without a cooler, AC, or heater.

● We are the last people who often used to go to school and weddings in their short hair with more mustard oil.

● We are the last generation of people who have made copies, books, clothes, and hands black and blue with ink or pen.

● We are the last people who have been killed by teachers.

● We are the last people who used to see the elderly of the locality from afar, run away from the nook, and come home.

● We are the last people to make a shave by applying soap from the Godrej soap's round casket. Those who have drunk jaggery tea. Black or red dental powder or white tooth powder has been used for a long time in the morning.

● We are definitely the last people who have heard the news of BBC on radio, programs like Vividh Bharati, All India Radio, and Binaka geet mala on moonlight nights.

● We are the last people when we all used to spray water on the roof as soon as it was evening. After that, he used to sleep laying on white sheets. A fan with a stand used to be all for air. Even after the sun came out in the morning, he used to sleep hard. All that time has passed. The sheets no longer lay. Rooms like can have coolers, night in front of AC, days pass by.

● We are the last generation of people, who have seen those beautiful relationships and people sharing their sweetness, which has been steadily decreasing. Now, the more people are reading and writing, the more they are losing themselves in selflessness, unrestrained, uncertainty, loneliness, and despair. We are the lucky people who have felt the sweetness of relationships… !!

We are the only generation who have listened to their parents and are also respecting the children

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