Woh Purane Din.....

some of my Grandfathers Juniors and my dad's colleagues came home today. they had especially come to meet my grandfather. he is a retired chartered accountant, and a very good one. over a cup of tea and a few evening time Diwali special snacks, they spoke to my grandfather as i sat listening to them. they spoke about how my grandfather used to work, and how scared all of them used to be of him. they spoke about the times when they were training to be CA s, and how they used to doze off on the table where they used to tally the Balance sheets, how they ran to the 'Dhabaa s' the day they got their stipends....how they ran around to look for one piece of paper....woh purane din...
it was nice to see the smile on my grandfathers round shiny face. i felt proud. finally someone had taken him back to his times. they praised him and told him that he was their inspiration. no matter how modest one may be, two word of praise does make you feel loved and respected. its human nature.
their conversation left me thinking how my grandfather would have been in his prime, i would love to experience that side of my 'papa' as i call him fondly. when i look at his spectacles sliding down the bridge of his nose and his snow white hair, i wonder if those glasses would slide down in the same way in 1958?