The Myriad Hues of the Seven-tees

Those were days when..........
Bell bottoms and Hot pants merged with aplomb,
There was always an Indian guru who would guide the westerner,
Engineering grads were few and far apart ,
Every teenager tried draping colour around his tube-light and do a light sabre act ,
The sideburns and the polka dot saree were a closely knit so-see-all fabric,
You could use your ink pen without giving a damn about carrying the rubber,
Dictators were more known for their dick adventures and oratory guiles ,
The crests were airier and chests hairier,
Rock could be used with a myriad of prefixes and still be rocking,
Hippies were thought of the real pin ups of rebel,
Porn was left deep buried in the oldest of cupboards,
India’s politicians were not reaching the 13 figure scams,
The calypso kings ruled cricket without t donning helmets,
‘Love Story’-the novel and Exorcist-the cassette lived together in the same closet,
The Ambassador meant a style statement and little kids flocked the vehicle where it traversed, Many storms were there in a coup,
Zeenat Aman ensured that sex was something more than two flowers shaken and stirred,
A lot of profanity by players ensured Tennis was stain-ish,
Music was jolly ear-gasming,
Spectacle frames were the grooviest,
25 marks koschens ensured that the highest in the board would get only 70% of the marks,
War and peace was served cold on the rocks,
Vietnam was scarred but Nixon got water-gated,
A rags to riches story was there in every family,
C and IC were the 2 most important letters born at that time,
Radio was a ranting it loud thing,
Grass was a lot browner and smoking hot,
Stairway to heaven and Highway to hell were the only gates to Moksha,
Mutton was a lot purer
and the beauty was limited to the Lux and the Lifebuoys.....