memories

hey guys...

this mail was sent to me by anusha...i think all of us had a time when we just had doordarshan and we had entertainmet and education through it...now its changed ....100s of channels and we dont even watch one properly...do they have the same value that the national television had?its time to think about it...

Are you missing those days? Sometimes I do

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Then were 'Mungerilal ke hasin sapane' and 'karamchand' ..'Vikram Betal', etc.

How did one survive growing up in the 70's, 80's and 90's?
We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…
Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours…
No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops…

Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…
Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…
No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…

When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…
We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill…
We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….
We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…
We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bike.
We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other…. How? No one knows…
We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours
We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.


And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swag from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...
We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc .... BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!
We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back…
We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…
We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…
When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…
Such were the days…
We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. ..
Most of all, we learned to respect others…

BHOPAL revisited

It was not a big thing for us {the bhopal team} when we started off with the drama...we didn't even thought we will get enough ppl to do all the characters...the more than 2 and half hrs long drama "bhopal" by rahul verma was a "bali kera mala for us". but then came tina chechi with her idea of rewriting the whole drama and to add a visual personification of the" zahareeli hawa".then we started off with our practices....it was more being together and sharing than actual practices...everyday we had practice from 4 to 5.30.whene rajendran chettan sends us out of the audio visual room we had practice at JB"s car shed fearing of vegeterian and non vegetatian fevers as CHERIAN sir puts it.there were times CHERIAN sir left the rehersal as he was fed up of our performance.
on the course of our rehersals we had the previlage to visit HARIHARAN sir's house twice and have delicious lunch by sir's wife and cricket with his son and sir himself.the next week aftr the diwali we had our rehersal at the esteemed nadakakalari " sopanam".i believe every actor would wish to step in there once.we had the luck because of kalyani chechi...thanks to her.there we named our troop as "urvasi theatres".aftr the practice we celebrtaed diwali with all types of crackers that rahul chettan brought....
then came the next week whe all except for me went to aromal chettan's house...unfoprtunately i couldn't join.then came 5th of this month...the international semina started...as always the seminar was a real torture...but then the "urvasi theatres"hhad great fun...we 12 accommodated in a 2 bed room....good knows how...thanks to the good door that the maria rani centre had ...not a single word of our screams went outside...everyone had the bad time in the seminar and we enjoyed half practicing and half with all sorts of jokes.we were present at the dining hall bfore anybosy comes thr...only for that we were punctual..we had plans to practice at night on stage but it could n't come fruitful.as many of us had to leave to our homes we left but some of us stayed thr...
then came the d-day.even then we were not that prepared..thr were timess when we forgot dialogues till then.hari sir was around giving all the delegates a promise of entertainment that eve.our tension increased.we hadn't practised the drama in full with themic and lights once.when we got the stage in the atftr noon...we had to part with the only laptop we had in the seminar.
by 4.30 we went for makeup...tina chechi and kalyani chechi had a big time make uping our boys.as it says, the third bell rang on 6 of that eve ....we started our drama..aftr 1 hr15 mnts.that happened which we least expected...all the delegates liked the drma...some of them were giving us standing ovation...hari sir broke into tears...we saw a new respect for us in JGB's eyes.teachers like MEENA mam, JAYASREE mam,JAMUNA mam....came to the back stage to congragulate us...these were least expected.and one delegate from jnu was so impressed of our performance that he was going on talking abt it all the way to the dining hall.
it all happened in a way that we were left speechless....niyas chettan{jaganlal } was the star of the day. every word of the drama was so remembered by the spectaters that we just cat believe it,,,i dont know whether we were so good or not...but it all went such a way that we all were accepted as proffessional...god's grace and of course sir's guidance with tina checi;s dance, pramod's excellant music and rendering of the poem by maya chechi...last but not least the most important...our stage director cum all in all our joby ...and we the actors made it such a memorable event ..that probably the most exiting times in institute of english which i found dry and barren in the beginning and now a great experience in my life...the first drama of my life...thanks to all who helped me to find out an actor in me ...hope "BHOPAL revisited"will be a beginning of such efforts in institute.....

What Model parliament did for me..........

I remember feelin very very weird the first time I entered the Mini Hall at YMCA. It was one year ago. The past 5 years I've had to get accustomed to new situations and new groups, I've had no problems as such. Though there were some tussles at Womens College because I was forced to study something that I did not like. I felt intimidated by the boys'n gals there. There was nothing peculiar about them......its just that I have always been uncomfortable in groups. One friend at a time was always my norm. I went for 2 sessions there, decided I was not fit for that organisation and stopped going. One year later after I said gudbye to Womens and joined Institute I found a Uni-yian there, none other than Devu. I kept askin her about Uni-y, there was this great urge to try my hand at socialising once more but some apprehensions held me back. I was not sure whether I will be received cordially. One day Devu asked me to come (atlast it happened!). The Model Parliament is goin to take place,she says. At that moment I made up my mind to go (Bless That Moment!). So with quivering knees I finally make my entry one saturday. First day went uneventfully without anyone taking particular notice of me since all of them were busy with the practice sessions. In the course of time I started making friends there(which I thought was impossible) . Not only that, opportunities to broaden my horizon of thought (to use the cliche) were thrown at me. I just had to make a good catch. And today, one day after the Model Lok Sabha 2008, I have no regrets (even though some scufles at uni-y did depress me momentarily) . It was such a grant experience. This event is definitely a turnin point in my life coz it made me do stuf which till then I had assumed to be impossible. For the first time in my life I actually Have this sense of satisfaction, this sense of jibilation of achievin somethin. Not coz I got any award or anythin.......there were speakers much much better than me....the fact is I was able to make myself heard in the midst of such a competent group! and that is the best part of Model Parliament..... it helped to regain the self esteem that I had lost a long time ago. I hope to keep it with me for the rest of my life!!!!!!!!