Few memories..

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kuch yaadein……….
When gulli-danda and kanche (marbles) were more popular than cricket.
When we always had friends to play aais-paais (I Spy),
chhepan-chhepai and pitthoo anytime …
When we desperately waited for ‘yeh jo hai jindagi’
When chitrahaar,
vikram-baitaal, dada daadi ki kahaniyaan were so fulfilling …
When there was just one tv in every five houses and
When bisleris were not sold in the trains and we were worrying if
papas will get back into the train in time or not when they were
getting down at stations to fill up the water bottle …
When we were going to bed by 9.00pm sharp except for the ‘yeh jo hai
jindagi’ day …
When Holis & Diwalis meant mostly hand-made pakwaans and sweets and
moms seeking our help while preparing them
When Maths teachers were not worried of our mummys and papas while
slapping/beating us …
When we were exchanging comics and stamps and chacha-chaudaris and
billus were our heroes …
When we were in nanihaals every summer and loved flying kites and
plucking and eating unripe mangoes and leechis …
When one movie every Sunday evening on television was more than asked
for and ‘ek do teen chaar’ and ‘Rajni’ inspired us …
When 50 paisa meant at least 10 toffees …
When left over pages of the last years notebooks were used for rough
work or even fair work …
When ‘chelpark’ and ‘natraaj’ were encouraged against ‘reynolds and
family’

When the first rain meant getting drenched and playing in water and
mud and making ‘kaagaj ki kishtis’ …
When there were no phones to tell friends that we will be at their
homes at six in the evening …
When our parents always had 15 paise blue colored ‘antardesis’ and 5
paise machli wale stamps at home
When we remembered tens of jokes and were not finding ‘ice-cream and
papa’ type jokes foolish enough to stop us from laughing …
When we were not seeing patakhes on Diwalis and gulaals on Holis as
air and noise polluting or allergic agents …


the list can be endless …
on the serious note I would like to summarise with …
When we were using our hearts more than our brains, even for
scientifically brainy activities like ‘thinking’ and ‘deciding’ …
When we were crying and laughing more often, more openly and more
sincerily …
When we were enjoying our present more than worrying about our future

When being emotional was not synonymous to being weak When sharing
worries and happinesses didnt mean getting vulnerable to the listener

When blacks and whites were the favourite colors instead of greys …
When journeys also were important and not just the destinations …
When life was a passenger’s sleeper giving enough time and
opportunity to enjoy the sceneries from its open and transparent glass windows
instead of some superfast’s second ac with its curtained, closed and
dark windows …
I really miss .. do u?
Live Life to the Fullest
Enjoy!!!!

Living movies at E-Square

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This is an entry from my diary when I was studying Event Management in Fergusson College, Pune.
I was a part of managing team of PIIF 2003 (Pune International Film Festival ).
I’ve lost the touch with the friends mentioned in this post. Life has changed a lot within past few years. I hardly get time to watch movies these days.

9 Dec 2003
Past few days are turning out to be the golden moments.
Last Sunday I got an opportunity to share the stage with legendary Dev Aanand, Lata mangeshkar and my all time favorite hero Sajnu baba. It was a "Life time achievement" award ceremony held at E-Square.
Neha called me up and ask to be there in the evening. I was not surprised to see Ira as she is always there whenever they need smart people. She was in a great mood and this time bugged me a lot.
Last time while working on AIDS day, she was so frustrated that even I was afraid of talking with her. But this time, she and nikki made a good company. Later, Ketho & Shalinee joined d party. We were assigned to do the same job of offering momentous to the celebrities.
I just went crazy after seeing Sanju Dutt walking by my side. I was watching just him throughout the show. I didn’t have the blazer but at the last moment I managed to get one.
They screened old days of Dev aanand & Lata mangeshkar. Boring speech of Dev & humorous marathi speech of Lata followed it. But our sanju baba was least bothered. He was busy with his cell, playing games. He tried to register his presence by wearing plastic smile time to time.
The event went very well. I had a nice time with Ira after the event as she was waiting for her friend to come. We did a lot of masti out there. Shalinee, nikki and Ira were really in the mood.
Neha promised that she’d treat us a movie some day.And that ‘someday’ tuned out to be yesterday. After a typical Monday at office I met Rishi at college on my way to home. He had a guitar with broken string.
I enjoy smoking with him. It’s a fun to watch his face when I blow the smoke. He is the only non-smoker I’ve ever seen who enjoys the company of smokers. There we decided to go for a French movie showing at E-Square. We departed.
Mona was not there at home. I left the home leaving a note for him & had one wadapaw & one samosa on my way. Neha called up asking me to hurry up. I saw ketho at the entrance. I had to rush, as the movie was about to start.
It was already 8.20. I got totally bowled over after seeing the crowd. There wasn’t any space even to stand. Somehow I found a place near Khushboo. The movie was fantastic and quite hilarious. It was, ‘Sex, modesty & tears’. And these three terms were very well portrayed throughout the movie.
After the movie got over I came out and voila! I saw jintya ! We met after the long gap of several years. I just didn’t know how to catch up with his frequency. Things have changed drastically. I had hardly spent some time with him when Neha called me up and asked to be at the entrance.
Later Ira came with her brother. I said bye to jintya & headed towards the Box.
I just couldn’t believe myself when I sat on the couch. The place was simply amazing. It was a very rich feeling. Very few people get the chance to sit on that couch. That space is generally reserved for bollywood’s who’s who. It simply thrilling experience to watch a movie from that side.
I enjoyed the songs but went dizzy between emotional scenes. Neha and Ira were literally rolling their tears. Oh god! Help these poor girls. I kept bugging Ira whenever Shahrukh came on the screen.
All I can say is that it was an unforgettable experience. I enjoyed the time to fullest thinking, "kya pata, Kal ho na ho !!"
I had one more smoke while leaving and Neha really didn’t like that. She advised me not to smoke this much. I reached home in a stinking cold. Mona was sleeping and he told me that he’ll leave tomorrow for an audit for a week.
I went to bed after recollecting the memories of that beautiful night.