when did we grow up??...

"childhood is the best phase in life" .. 
my friend said it in very emotional sound ..
my mood was not good at that time and i given a bitter reply
"sorry  i'm not interested to get lost in philosophy ,right now doofus"
but it was not the end... the sentence actually stricken in my mind .. ain't doofus was right? ...
yup  obviously child hood is best phase in life because we loose purity of our mind as we growing up but my ego didn't allow me to concede her that 
yeah
 "it was right" .. so what shall i do?..
anyway this blog still remain without any other human invasion.so .
it would be a best place for confession ..so decided to scribble something about those days  

 i was  so lucky to be a kid of 90's.....
 there is lot of reasons behind it ....first one is we didn't stick in front of monitors .
..we were not trapped in any social 'net' works and of course our fingertips were fresh;
 untouched by any keypads or touchscreens 
 ...we didn't boast up about the 'likes' we got in new fb post 
or new version of play station we owned  
but it doesnt mean that we were so innocent kids who didnt even know what is a boast up..
we boasted up with the foreign pen which dubai uncle brought last time, 
with the chocolate wrappers collection ,
with a big eagle feather got from the fields 
and we were so proud because only we knew the secret in this earth where that bulbul nested for brooding so possibly the new generation kids may kick a question forward "hey bro 
..how did u guys pass the time ..weren't you getting boring?..
oh yeah ..we hated boredom ....
but we had solutions too..pretty enough solutions..solutions without any electronic touch...
 but those solutions were enough to heal our boredom appetite .

. we have played uncountable games ..some of them are yet to discover!.
.we customized   any games we played , like batsman should be out if he hits the ball 
to the premises of that military uncle and in case if the poor batsman was so smart 
and he able to have a long shot which hits the veranda ..then he must pay for buying 
new ball because nobody dare to meet military uncle and take our ball back 
..the thing is that he has a big gun he may not hesitate to shoot at sight..( though we never seen him..we didn't stop to exaggerate about his gun)

we have wandered wherever we want ..riverside ,woods,top of the rock, other side of hill etc........... because our heroes were Tin tin  and shakthiman, they were dare to go anywhere else .
they want...
we mocked like Shakthiman but ended up with swirling heads ..
 we imitated tin tin to find who brought biriyani for lunch..
.we were in queue to read single copy of bhalarama ..
 and after all if i borrow the words of doofus
 " we didnt care about future or past,
we laughed when we were happy we cried when we were sad"...

The box in which people living!!!!!!!!!!! Part 2

the introduction of the new machine brought some changes in my homiee's lives ....everybody tagged  one or another programs  as their favorites ...
 for me it was 'shakthiman' 

, surprisingly my mother began to see the evening news program.
 the thing was i never seen even she turning in to news papers other than to see funeral column,
 but later on i Digg ed  up that her ultimate interest was to see the daily changing sarees of news reader not the hottest news around the world    ...  for my grandma it was obviously the epic serials those,doordarsan used to telecast on that periods ....

.and she was in cloud 9 coz of that she could see all her gods and goddess by sitting in home....
....she utterly believed that the people are one the screen was actually living inside the T.V , i have tried many times to correct her ;
even i made small attempt explain her the science of broadcasting , but her old stubborn mind was not ready to recognize technological revolutions...
she even restricted us to eat foods in front of the T.V because , according to her it was lack of manners to eat food in front of strangers who came to  home ,
all my efforts of convince went cold infront of her innocent question
 "If we could see the people on the T.V then; why couldn't they ??"
i dropped every ambitions to see her as 'technologically educated" there itself .....
(cont........)

 

 

The box in which people living!!!!!!!!!!! Part 1

What would strike in your mind when you ll hear the word 'Nostalgia' .. for  somebody it may rain,the old village, or some delicacies whatever it may ,for me it is  an old' BPL T.V ', yup ...the old big box with con-vexed screen

 at last father gave a half nod to buy one colour tv after a long protest and hunger strike in home ...
with usual advise not at the cost  of studies...
The arrival of champ box was phenomenal
My grandma done a special Pooja itself in temple to welcome it.
But the tension didn't over up to the technician positioned  the antenna in right manner...  I have eaten up almost every nail tip till something able to see on the screen
Hurray..... At last something on the screen.... our entire neighborhood in hall made long sigh...
I proudly looked behind and gave victorious look to my friend who has bet that our TV won't work...
The first show was hindi news.. Though I didn't understand what was going on... I watched it with an unexplainable curiosity and joy...
That was the beginning  of some unforgettable days in front of a  21inch box
(CONT....) 

THE BEGINING... JUST A BEGINING ..............N ,,GOD KNOWS HOW LONG..............

I thought of  writing a blog long back... But my usual  introvert behaviour didn't allow me to expose my articles to public.. (might be lack of trust on my creativity).. But after reading some magnetic blogs a strong feeling sprouted in me... Why wouldn't  I?
While making an initial step I never think this blog ll have a long lifespan..  But I'm sure that, as a unskilled writer I ll be delighted to see my own creative products
Published in somewhere else.. (Every body ll have their own ways of getting satisfaction   huh?....)
I have a humble confirmation  that I shall not responsible  for any kind of possible  irritation caused due to my articles.. Coz I'm just a beginner.. 

THE BOOKS COLOURED MY CHILDHOOD: A WAY BACK TO NOSTALGIA

1.TOTTO CHAN

The Little girl  and her pranks made me to think a lot .

.i had wished once if i would hav studied in TOMO....................................

 

2.HEIDI

The cute story of another little girl in

 a Switz   village ...adorable book..

3. TOM SAWYER

Tom.... my fav hero in my boyhood with

 every possible mischievous adventures

4.ORU DESATHINTE KATHA 

I don't have any idea about how many times 

i have read it..i still love it 

5.ROBINSON CRUSOE 

I read it within one night ...

6. GULLIVER'S TRAVEL

7.SHERLOCK HOLMES

my most precious b day gift 

8.VIKRAMADITYA & VETAL 

Teacher caught me while 

reading this book in class

9.DRACULA

Gifted a lot of nightmares

10. PANCHA TANTRA 

List would never complete without this...

the list would never end it stretched with endless tip..
.Arabian nights,the adventures of Pinocchio., the jungle book and those awesome  weeklies balarama,balabhumi ...ends with my hearty thanx to the little village library