that make me smile now…….…memories that make me nostalgic….…memories of a beautiful childhood ,a time when the world was a place made safe for us by our parents,when Dad was our own version of ‘Superman’,the one who was so strong and infallible and tender all at once… and Mom was the one who gave us a well deserved whack that led to tears and the one we went to help dry those very same tears….…the one who cosseted,pampered and made us feel like the world was for the taking…….
Of the innate honesty that each child is blessed with….
Witness the little 4 year old who asks in a loud voice……
‘’Why does that Uncle have a beard?’’
’’Where are Uncle and Aunty’s children’’?(all in front of the ‘said’ uncle and aunty of course who are blushing like crazy….:D)
The child unlike an adult doesn’t know that Uncle is/could be/couldn’t be a Muslim or a Sikh and it’s not politically correct to ask such questions…….he/she just sees something and asks an honest question…..
That Uncles and Aunties are not magically blessed with children when they marry……:)
So, isn’t it us…the so-called grown ups, who probe for identities,affiliations,political leanings and for grounds that are common before we allow a relationship ,a friendship to develop???
Have we made mountains out of molehills….????
Or ‘Once upon a time’..:D ..as a relative told a five year old to ‘keep an eye’ on the maid..….because she was working in the kitchen alone..…’’beta dekhna kuchch chura na le’’..(See..that she doesn’t steal something…)
Of the five year old who promptly went to the kitchen and hollered from there…….
‘’Didi kuch nahi chura rahi hai.’’(No!She is not stealing anything!)(Thank god the maid didn’t understand Hindi…..My parents gave the ‘relative’ the dressing down of a lifetime..)
How and why is it that we teach our children how to lie?
Or more importantly WHEN is it that we teach them how to lie?Do they learn by example?Do we even know?
About doubts and mistrust,lies and a pattern that will last a lifetime..?
Childhood was also about living the years of B&W t.v and later a Colour t.v ,colour that came with the ‘Asian Games’ and ‘Appu’the lovable mascot.…
Of the magical land that was there….beautiful rides,cuddly toys to be won,little trains that seemed to belong to fairy land,haunted houses that scared one to death…:D…
Of Doordarshan and’’Satyam Shivam Sundaram…
Of ‘subah ka prasaran’ (Morning telecast)and ‘dopahar ka prasaran’(afternoon telecast)and ‘Rukawat ke liye khed hai’(sorry for the interruption)…and ‘Ab aagya dijiye’:)
Of rainbow coloured lines (and a screeching sound:D) that appeared onscreen when there was no ‘Prasaran’..:)
Of ‘Mowgli’ and ‘Jungle Book’ and ‘Chaddi pehen ke phool khila hai’…..
Of lyrics by Gulzar that spoke straight to a little heart…..Did anyone understand a child’s mind better?:)
Of ‘He-Man and the Masters of the Universe’(the title song still echoes in my ears as I write this..:) ) and ‘Superman’ in the most grainy cartoon imaginable
And ‘Spiderman of course..:)
Does whatever a spider can
Spins a web, any size,
Catches thieves just like flies
Here comes the Spiderman):D
Of ‘Tarang’ the NCERT Educational’ Only for summer holidays’Programme
Of ‘Ducktales’ and ‘Talespin’…’Ballu and ‘Uncle Scrooge..and Huey,Duey and Louie…:D
Of ‘Stone Boy’ ,of ‘Swami’ and ‘ Malgudi Days’.
How desperately one sided with Swami and willed him to get out of scoldings that he sometimes deserved…
Of ‘Bharat Ek Khoj’and the AWESOME title Track….Where else would one learn more about India?
Of ‘Buniyaad’ and ‘Hum Log’…
Of Ashok Kumar,the grand old patriarch and his ‘Hamni ke’
‘Udaan‘ that made one believe in woman power….we all carried a bit of ‘Kalyani Singh’ in our hearts…
Of ‘Rajni’ who didn’t just fight for her rights.Didn’t she fight for ours too?
‘Kashish’ that was all about silent love…brooding love….
‘Farmaan’ that made one fall in love with the ‘Nawaab Sahib’ played by Kanwaljeet…:)(better and more believable than any M&B)
Sunday meant ‘Rangoli ‘ and unlimited cartoon time…….
And most of all ,Mahabharat on lazy Sunday mornings ,’naashta’ prepared and done with… or sometimes eaten in front of the T.V…..interspersed with mom and dad’s explanation of the story ….
Who doesn’t remember the title track of this one?..:)
ath sri mahabharat katha
katha hai purusharth ki yeh
swarth ki parmarth ki
saarthi jiske bane
sri krishnabharat parth ki
shabd dighoshit hua …beautifully sung…:)
Who can forget ‘Main samay hoon’and the deep baritone of Harish Bhimani?
(Makes one want to inflict some bodily harm to ‘Kekta’ Kapoor doesn’t it?Kahaani Hamaare Mahabharat ki’?????Tumhaare maybe …but definitely not ours….)
And Lord Krishna played so beautifully by Nitish Bharadwaj who literally seemed to be an ‘avataar’all on his own ,never mind that this was just a serial..:)
The quiet, calm voice ,the dusky complexion,the element of seriousness and the one of mischief,the cunningness,the ‘Upadesh‘…..the twinkle in the eyes,friend,lover,guide,parent,brother,and God…
Wasn’t that how one had always pictured one’s God to be?:)
Of ‘Fauji’ and ”I say chaps’’ said by one of the characters at every chance he got. Shahrukh was far more enjoyable then .Is it pre-destined that as one grows bigger in name,it is one’s fate to lose that very ‘raw ‘ quality that propelled one towards the path of fame in the first place?
How ‘Byomkesh Bakshi’ was the coolest thing since Sherlock Holmes..maybe even more..?:D
Of the charm of ‘Chitrahaar ‘ ,and of ‘Alif Laila’and ‘Ramayana’….never mind if they were sitting in some dingy little studio with tin helmets and plastic swords…..:D
Of ‘Potli Baba Ki’ and ‘Mulla Nasiruddin’……..didn’t you imagine Mulla Nasiruddin to be JUST like that…..??:)
Of ‘Tenali Raman’ and Vikram-Betaal’
Of ‘Yeh Jo Hai Zindagi’ and ‘Nukkad’…….do they make it that great anymore???
When ‘Dekh Bhai Dekh’ was comedy defined…
Of that masterpiece called’Gul Gulshan Gulfam’ that allowed one a peek into Kashmir?
Of ‘Devaki Bhojai’ and ‘Wagle ki Duniya’?Wasn’t that our life being portrayed in ‘Wagle ki duniya’?
Of ‘Kakka ji kahin’…..and others…
Of ‘Mitti Ke Rang’ and ‘Neev’….where would one find better ,more varied and more vibrant colours of life????
Of ‘Tamas‘and a genius called Bhisham Sahani and the one known as Govind Nihalani….
Of the pain of partition and a generation whose wounds were still fresh….
Of how fortunate one was to have parents who didn’t go through it and yet conveyed the empathy to you…..
Of movies that were a luxury …..
Of World Cinema that arrived at one’s doorsteps once a week….
Of English Cinema that made one conversant with that ‘global’ language….the language of the ‘world’..
But most of all Regional Cinema….the beauty of Malayalam ,Tamil,Gujarati,Assamese,Bengali,Oriya..you name it…
The world inhabited by masters of the craft …all understandable with sub-titles….
I can’t even remember the number of masterpieces that one had the privilege of watching…
Of a time where Social Messages and ‘Janhit Mein Jaari’ meant something….
When ‘Ek Chidiya,Anek Chidiya’ spoke to the little hearts and minds of a message that was far,far greater than they could imagine and one that got ingrained in their psyche…..
When ‘Mile Sur Mera Tumhara ‘,‘Baje Sargam’ and the ‘Spread the Light of Freedom’were meant to cement newly formed ties of a multi -state ,multi -hued,multi-cultural nation that was still an infant…..
Of a time when an industry and its people could join hands in moments of strife and sing ‘Pyaar ki Ganga bahe , Desh mein Ekta rahe’…….
When ‘Tryst with Destiny’ was engraved on our hearts word for word…
When ‘Surbhi’ was our window to an India that even we couldn’t fathom and also our doorway to the world….
Of a time when ‘Guiness Book Of World Records’ seemed unbelievable…..were there human beings…mere mortals who could actually do all this?
One could see the serials but only after mom and dad had ‘checked’them out.
Deemed it fit for their kids.(Though in today’s media-savvy times and kids who can tell you a thing or two about the birds and the bees, one wonders what the fuss was all about…:D)
This has turned into a trip down memory lane and about Doordarshan…when all one wanted to do was relive some moments…:)
But as one writes this, questions linger in the mind…
Why is it that Doordarshan that produced ‘masterpieces then and was a genius storehouse seems adrift now?
How is it that a nation that grew up with these gems…that saw its own life being reflected on screen end up here…with THIS????
Why is it that we can settle for the ‘K’ brigade when we know better,when we have SEEN better?
Does it say something about us as a society,as a nation that TRP’s for these very channels/serials/news channels that we love to scoff at, are the highest??
Do the TRP’s magically rise by themselves???
Why are our children so bereft of identity ….is it because even we are running away from all things ‘Indian’?
Is this a rant?A pining away for a time when things seemed to be golden and people more honest?
No,this is simply a yearning for a time when India watched TOGETHER as a whole,as a NATION…there was no ‘cable’…
What you saw in the comfort of your home was also seen by the villager although he saw it with his whole village on just one t.v…
There was no ‘elite’ news or breaking news of-what-Salman-ate-today variety and certainly no ‘ELITE ONLY’attacks…
Yes,one is aware that the Fourth Estate has been strengthened as never before in today’s India…
It is our watchdog and it has no muzzle now and that’s a boon if democracy is to last…
But do we have to bear the inane topics that crop up in the name of ‘news’?
If India was ever wounded,then she bled as one …unlike today…when we seem concerned only selectively…… as parts of a broken whole… as one with separate identities…
What have we come to?
That’s the only question…