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Reminiscence
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Priyamvada Sistla
Career Forum Ltd.
Life was so different when we were kids. We grew in a different environment and things had altogether a different meaning for us. The “world of books” was the place I used to dwell all the time.
I always enjoyed reading and with less of distraction than my kids today, I used to hog on whatever came my way. Our thoughts and actions are in many ways a part of what the sub-conscious mind absorbs. Images no doubt remain longer than speech, but being the voracious reader that I am, words have always excited me. In my growing years the concept of visual medium was minimal and communication was mainly through print media and radio. The smell of a freshly delivered newspaper even today sends tingles down my spine… scanning the headlines and turning over the crisp pages to read the editor’s thoughts on the events happening around the globe…was like an appetizer, whetting the hunger pangs and still asking for more. The “thought of the day” was written down immediately into a secret diary where authors like Einstein, William Shakespeare, Bertrand Russell, and Oscar Wilde to name a few fought for attention. Can one forget the ‘Entertainment Page”? The movie listings always excited me and if a movie was in the running for having completed a silver jubilee it had to be seen! But a first day first show of an Amitabh Bachchan release was a ritual our family of four religiously followed! Yes, in those days “Hum Do Hamare Do” was the adage printed every backside be it a bus or a rickshaw or a popular novel…an influence which I think all Indians again the stress on the phrase “religiously followed”. The radio was not as happening as it is today but we diligently waited for the 8’oclock program on Vividh Bharti which was ceremoniously followed in more than one way. Me and mother used to sing along all the favorites while she used to be cooking and I used to be finishing my homework. Television was not this popular and then it was more of a luxury. There were few serials we used to wait for but “Chitrahar” was never ever missed as if it would have been a cardinal sin. Ah, those were the days when there was less to worry and innocence was a cherished.
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