This wonderful Bollywood themed Blog Hop triggered the voice of my soul and musical memories flooded my mind.
The past holds soothing memories that enliven my present.
After all “ Har Ghadi Badal Rahi hai Roop Zindagi….”
My childhood memories are soaked with lilting tunes of Bollywood songs which I heard either on the radio or through my father’s enviable collection of cassettes. Radio programmes based on songs, narration of a movie’s story, cricket commentaries etc were much awaited. Cassettes were either bought or recorded. After hearing them for the umpteenth time I eventually remembered the next song that would play in a particular cassette. It was joyous to rewind and listen to my favorite song again and again.
Life was very simple then.
With the advent of television came Chitrahaar, Rangoli and the Sunday movie. Pin drop silence and concentration were mandatory.
How can I forget Ramanand Sagar’s Ramayana? As kids we were given the duty to adjust the antenna.
Sunday mornings reverberated with the sound of “Signal aaya kya ????”
“Nahi!!!!!Thoda aur ghuma antenna”.
After numerous adjustments we would happily settle for the poor reception. Patience was a virtue then. Can you imagine anyone sitting peacefully today, if they did not get what they wanted?
Families and neighbours gathered around the TV sets for these programmes. Nowadays people do not even sit together at the dining table.
Family gatherings were incomplete without a lively Antakshari session. It would eventually end in heated arguments about the lyrics. The starting letter of the song would be debated earnestly. These memories still bring a smile on my face.
Animated conversations based on a new movie, or a song and its lyrics were an interesting part of our life . If someone had watched the movie in the theatre he was equivalent to God! Each detail of the movie was discussed, dissected and savoured. It brought people of varied age groups together.
Music is after all the universal language of mankind.
No matter how accessible songs and movies have become now, I still hold on to the memories of a life where we celebrated moments.
So much has changed since then. No wonder “Zindagi ke safar mein guzar jate hai jo mukam,wo phir nahi aate.…”
How can I forget the photographs taken by my Kodak camera. One reel would take 36 photographs. Thanks to it I have numerous albums full of memories of togetherness. In fact getting the photographs developed was another source of excitement. It broke our heart if they did not come out well.
Life was simple and contentment was easy to achieve. Small things gave immense joy.
Today, as I sit warmly snuggled in a blanket on a snowy January evening in Shimla, sipping a fragrant cup of kahwa,various questions arise in my mind.
When we bought our Radio-cum-Cassette player a license was needed. I wish it was mandatory right now too, looking at the negative effects of free access to media.
Where have these joyous moments disappeared in the mad rush for unrealistic achievements?
Why have we drifted apart from each other and hidden behind the facade of social media?
Come on friends in this New Year – 2020 let us resolve to celebrate each moment of our life….