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 ?