The cycle

Simplicity was like your mother. She's everything for you when you were a kid. Your heart always returned her love with the same intensity .You clung on to every word she said as if they were little pearls of wisdom. You wanted to be like her when you grew up .You needed her. You cried for her whenever trouble hovered. You could not let her out of your sight .You were scared she'll never come back .You listened to her lullaby with rapt attention and travelled with it to lands that were too simple to be real.
But then you started growing up, you read books and understood fairy lands existed only in your mother's lullaby. You learnt there're different forms of love and they're meant for different people. You found out a world that was bigger than your mom. Full of people. People who had not spent nine months of their lives on you. You were not a part of them and so you also learnt that you were not entitled to a bountiful of unconditional love .
You got hurt and cried and ran to your mom when the world was mean to you.But eventually you started returning the meanness in the same fervour .You cursed, cheated and fought to work your way around the meanness.You now no longer ran to your mom when you were in a mess.You wanted to show the world you were brave and didn’t need your mom. You had your first round of pimples,fought with your mom on things that were not in her control such as those pimples. You had your first crush, your first cigarette and preferred friends to mom.
You admonished books but burrowed yourself into them when exams came calling.
Thought you loved your friends like they meant the world to you but hated them when they performed better.
You fell in and out of love quite a lot of times never quite understanding it well.
You found a job that paid you well but you were never satisfied .You wanted to earn more and that never quite was enough.

You still continued to be the center of your mom's existence though.
Finally you decided it’s the right time to marry and you did with a lot of élan. Everybody came, everybody saw and you conquered them.
You saw the first grey on your temple and dreamt of rooms full of giggles.
You had your first kid.
You felt yourself in his/her breath. You wanted to protect him/her from every danger. You saw heaven in those lovely eyes.Your life had a purpose now -to live,love and die for your child.

And the cycle went on.

The dreamy Doordarshan days.........

Lookin' back on how it was
In the years gone by
And the good times that I had
Makes today seem rather sad
So much has changed
Wish you had remained the same(a little improvising)

The lines from the wonderful song by Carpenters unlocks that familiar yet desolated chamber of memories of that precious childhood-the dreamy days.
And a gust of memories surges past me.Memories of paperplanes,paperboats,Tinkle comics,Panchatantra,Toys,chasing butterflies,lizards,frogs and evry harmless reptile one could think of, but the most reverberating of them all is the memory of "Doordarshan".
During the early when 90s cable television had yet to spread its wings and internet was still unheard of,doordarshan was the undisputable queen of Television.
That was the time when a kid was still treated like a kid and not some potential wiz kid,reality star,a multibillionare manager et all.
That was the time when a kid's imagination was allowed to fly free devoid of the modern day obstacles.And Doordarshan like Alladin's magic carpet helped one in one's escapades.

Shaktiman was the reason many kids .including me,faked tummy aches and risked getting beaten up so that they could watch their brunette and revolving superstar take on Kilwish and romance Geeta.
There was also that 9.30 pm movie every Friday that witnessed many a kid-dad tiffs over watching the movie till midnight.That was still the era when mid-nights were still an unraveled zone for kids.
That was the time when people had the power of Doordarshan.That was the era when soap-operas were meant to infotain. A Dekh Bhai Dekh episode was watched for its fun-filled moments,a day in the life of Reporter was full of some spectacular nail-biting and nerve-wrenching moments.

Doordarshan always makes me reminisce the innocence of my childhood.
Wish I could still wait eagerly for summers so that I could watch another season of chutti-Chutti

But my grown up self is now more prognostic of the perils of summer,so much that it overlooks the sunny side of it.


And while I dive into another episode of the naughty Swami on you tube and type away my feelings on blogger,i can't really complain about my present,can I ?