Was cleaing my reading table drawers, i was supposed to do this work as soon as we shifted to this flat,that is 5months back,well,it came filled with memories,i brought lot of my things from my house,left behind a few and now i make them a part of this flat,lot of things,which i placed them whereever i wanted them to be,but the drawers never got opened till now.
Found lot of things there,100's of photographs and autograph books and pens and my first palmtop,organiser and greeting cards and then i found
My walkman,my first walkman,My mom got me this when i cleared ICWA foundation when i was in Graduation first yr.
It must have costed her a few hundred,i know how difficult was at that time for my family to spend such amount on fun,or a hobby.but she did so,we never had a cable connecion untill both me and my brother finished our post graduation,the small black and white Videocon tv was limited for viewing sunday evening movie on doordarshan.
I remember the feeling when i got this gift,she just handed it to me,nofancy wraper or words,a simple smile was all i could share with her,but it meant a world to me,to her and to my brother.I used it for a few years,and then it went into the drawer,we have everything today.All the so called luxuries,but today when i go back to those days i remember them with a fond smile,
I miss those days, we were an average middle class struggling family,but we were together,those simple pleasures of life,sitting in the kitchen with mom,enjoying simple daal chawal,occassional new dresses and rare outings but still we enjoyed eachday.
Our first holiday was a surprise gift for mom,we both saved for a trip to Badri and kedarnath and then to Delhi,we watched snowfall for the first time and the day when bro bought his bike and took mom to the temple and when he got her a simple mobile and the day we had the house warming ceremony for our house which atlast was completed,and then came so many things,they all changed our lifestyle,It must have costed her a few hundred,i know how difficult was at that time for my family to spend such amount on fun,or a hobby.but she did so,we never had a cable connecion untill both me and my brother finished our post graduation,the small black and white Videocon tv was limited for viewing sunday evening movie on doordarshan.
I remember the feeling when i got this gift,she just handed it to me,nofancy wraper or words,a simple smile was all i could share with her,but it meant a world to me,to her and to my brother.I used it for a few years,and then it went into the drawer,we have everything today.All the so called luxuries,but today when i go back to those days i remember them with a fond smile,
I miss those days, we were an average middle class struggling family,but we were together,those simple pleasures of life,sitting in the kitchen with mom,enjoying simple daal chawal,occassional new dresses and rare outings but still we enjoyed eachday.
but did it change our way of living?No,it dint,i am happy that we still live the same way,happy with our simple pleasures,i still see ma going to the temple,praying everyday,helping people in whatever ways she can,bro still gets to be pampered like a small kid, we still sit in the kitchen on sundays and excitedly tell her our experiences cherishing daal chawal and playing with the two fur brats.We sure are all busy now but we still find ways to be happy,thankyou mom,its because of what you taught me that i am happy today.
Got the best compliment from hubby {its rare that he uses words to express his feelings}when i heard "thankgod you know how to be simple and make it all beautiful" wow,i am honoured,i am happy and i know Life sure is what we want it to be,it might take time,it might test us,it did that to me too,there is lot more to come,but i know i can live through it all,there is always light at the end of the tunnel,i saw it when the time came,and one day you might see it aswell. Another day and another reason to smile and say that "Life is Beautiful"
Am listening to this song from Lage Raho Munnabhai and it sure is topping my list of favourites this year....... "pal pal pal pal har pal har pal,kaise katega pal har pal har pal,dil dil dil dil mein machi hain machi,machi hain hulchul hulchul hulchul...............tu jo hai saath mere toh dagar ,lage ke jaise khubsurat ghar,tu jo hai saath toh yeh ambar,lage ke jaise saaya ho sar par,tere kaandhe par rakhkar sar,yun hi katt jaaye saari umar,pal pal pal pal har pal" har pal.........
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You made me miss home terribly, but, thats okie coz i simply loved your post.
this is so unfair...all i got when i called you was.."the ****** you are trying to reach is either switched off, or out of coverage area..pls try later" grrr....and this is what i got when i called u before i was leaving for home, when i was at home, when i came back....
that is when i left the comment....
abhi jaake i finally heard ur ringtone....
grrr....
Ashish
www.coherentrambling.blogspot.com
This is such a sweet post Aalapna, It opened the floodgates of my memories too.
I used to carry a bulky JVC on my travels in the 70's, Nessecity is the mother of invention, I gave a design to my radio mechanc friend, it was a small tape player size of a small ladies bag, with a stereo preamp and an output jack for a headphones. But my friend kept on postponing saying that it will not work. One day I was shocked to find a SONY walkman adv in a foreign magazine, I tore off the page and rushed to my friend and banged it on his table. I have been telling him to make that for years. SONY walkman was lot smaller than what I had designed.
Any way it took me one more year to buy one, I had no money, one day my sister asked me how much is your walky thing, I said 1200 rupees, I had quit my job and was pretty aimless, haggard, shabby, shabby clothes and a dreadful beard
I am pretty much the same now....1200 was a lot of money in 1980. Still my sister gave me the money Brought the walkman home, I was in heaven, That inspired me to go for my first himalayan trek, and then to the forests, which I have continued till today. Soon I found out that music of the nature is lot more pleasing than what I have been carrying. No I am wrong, I can say just as good. The first album I played was ' a question of balance' Moody blues. Coromandel express was newly introduced. I sat at the door of the train with my feet dangling out, it was going at breakneck speed (it is reduced now) and I was playing Moody blues, what an experience.
I still laugh at people who talk about spiritual and material happiness, this was no less spritual.
Lot more to say Aalapna, I should thank you for such a sweet post.
Hi Aalpana
Thanks for visiting my blog.Heartfelt memories here...even if life is never a bed of roses we can find reasons to say "Life is Beautiful". I love this layout picture on the top.
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Really felt nice reading another chapter of your life. Sometimes life changes and sometime it dont but for all the better you must remember where you used to be and where you came from. I am in US but i know I am an indian first and that will help me have my kids (when i have them in another 5 to 6 yrs) know who we are and where we came from
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Hey thx alapana for spotting out that mistake on my blog .appriciate it .
thx
That was a very beautiful post :-) Very touching.
i know, it makes your world so much more beautiful , when you here just one word of praise/appreciation from your most loved one...its a blessing we have such people in our lives..God bless you.
You know your such posts sets you apart from rest of us.
So beautiful, so transparent and so honest.
Take care!
A very touching post, glad I came by your blog.. liked it very much.. keep writing!!
Sure... Life is Beautiful!!
i just needed this kind of post,alaps..thank ya
cheers
balaji :)
justme,thankyou,we miss something which we love the most,isnt it.
ashish,its all my service providers mistake,not mine.
Rauf,its an honour to have your comment here,i have been reading your blog from a long time now,but never commented,but all your words here make me go to my life oncemore,i read the post and smile,life has been tough but blissfull,dont you think so? Without pain we would never be able to respect the happiness.i read your comment so many times and everytime i gives a new meaning about life,thankyou again sir.
moodsandcolors,welcome to my blog,thankyou for the words,well,i would sure say life is indeed a bed of roses,we love the frangrance of happiness and at times feel pain from those thornes hidden,isnt it.
Tulan,remembering my past is like holding on to my lifeline,memories which make me feel more humane and more gentle towards others and self and towards life:)
amrit and deeps :):) :) :)
Archana,thankyou.
sush,absolutely,its only because of such people life is beautiful,isnt it.god bless you too,been a while since we spoke,lets find sometime soon:)
Stoneji,i have known you as a blogger past 2 yrs and mostly i get :) as a comment,but aap jab aise kuch likhdethe ho i feel so good,woh nachbhaliye mein contestants sarojkhan ke seeti bhajaane pe jithna khush hothe hain main bhi utna hi khush hojathi hoon:) thankyou.
Rajitha,thankyou.
Gangadhar,you are welcome,hope you are feeling good:) how is Aarush by the way,any plans for this weekend.
i love dat song...n d way uve put it up here added to d beauty of both...d post and d lines!!
hey,
such a sweet blog. incidentally i got my Sony Walkman when I got admission into engg. college. I still have it with me, and was using it till last year or so. it was a stretch for my father too, but then he had promised me one, and it was almost embarassing in the end.
even today i cannot really spend as easily as most people around me do. call it samskara or whatever, although i have always been one of the rebellious kinds wrt to any other samskars!
yes life is as beautiful as we let it be...
asuph
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Hii! Looongtime. Good to stumble upon your blog after long. Glad to know that you are all happily married n settled:-) All my best wishes for a wonderful life ahead.
I don't blog at all nowadayz.As usual my habit of getting bored quickly has taken its toll.
But was glad to come back here again.
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