I was recently reminded by a friend of the good old Rangoli - a weekly Sunday television program that showed you the top 10 Bollywood film songs of the week. (surprise surprise! - my friend told me that the show is still playing every Sunday!)
Trip down memory lane..
We would obviously wake up late, but it wouldnt be very late. Sunday usually brought with it a tremendous dose of energy. It was a different kind of energy- not one that drove you to work like on a weekday. But one that would excite you for what lay ahead of a much needed holiday.
As mom would start her weekly special cleaning chores, the maid servant would try to wrap up her work as quickly as she could (ofcourse! it was a Sunday for her too). Dad would be busy with the Sunday morning newspaper - a big pile of fat supplements that no-one really had patience to read and would end up as cleaning material for next weekend. He would also be suggesting breakfast options for Mom, unaware that she had already decided on Upma!
My sister and I would wake up with different inspirations in our minds. I would be thinking of going out and playing cricket with friends. My sister would be in her dreamy world imagining the color of the plants and the sight of ships in the ocean outside our house. We would meet at the dining table where mom would ve laid a glass of Bournvita for both of us.
Everyone except Mom was invariably lazy on Sunday morning.
Until it was time for Rangoli on Doordarshan.
The best part of this TV show was that it brought an old world charm to everyone's busy lives. Back then the songs were more melodies and less electro-beats. The television would hum the songs while we all revolved around our routines.
Dad would use the opportunity to fix some electrical work as the songs hummed one after another. My sister was too small to understand the songs and so was quite entertained with the advertizements that came in between - the Nirma girl one her favourite. She still had her glass of milk in her hands, and there was now a white milk-moustache on her lips. I liked some of the songs. And disliked the others. I would part play football in the house, and part watch the songs. I would specifically like it when DD showed the torch-bearer national anthem or the Mile Sur Mera Tumhara ad. Seriously, DD was such a positive influence in those days. Mom would catch the songs in between work and in between making Upma. The maid servant would unfailingly stop near the TV room to catch the songs. She did not have a her own TV, so this was a great incentive for her to come to work on a Sunday.
Midway through the show, Mom would bring Upma for everyone. Dad would first ask "why Upma again?", and then enjoy it. Coz it was so good. I would ask for some curd and chatni-pudi along with it. Mom would serve everyone and then for herself. We would also give some upma to the maid servant (in her own plate that she brought along), so that she also enjoyed the show.
Oh and my sister- she was still stuck with her Bournvita! LoL!
As the show would end it would be deja-vu for everyone.
The maid would leave for the day.
My dad would plan the next item on his agenda for the day. My sister and I would begin our homeworks. Mom would plan for lunch.
Those were really memorable days.
Trip down memory lane..
We would obviously wake up late, but it wouldnt be very late. Sunday usually brought with it a tremendous dose of energy. It was a different kind of energy- not one that drove you to work like on a weekday. But one that would excite you for what lay ahead of a much needed holiday.
As mom would start her weekly special cleaning chores, the maid servant would try to wrap up her work as quickly as she could (ofcourse! it was a Sunday for her too). Dad would be busy with the Sunday morning newspaper - a big pile of fat supplements that no-one really had patience to read and would end up as cleaning material for next weekend. He would also be suggesting breakfast options for Mom, unaware that she had already decided on Upma!
Everyone except Mom was invariably lazy on Sunday morning.
Until it was time for Rangoli on Doordarshan.
The best part of this TV show was that it brought an old world charm to everyone's busy lives. Back then the songs were more melodies and less electro-beats. The television would hum the songs while we all revolved around our routines.
Dad would use the opportunity to fix some electrical work as the songs hummed one after another. My sister was too small to understand the songs and so was quite entertained with the advertizements that came in between - the Nirma girl one her favourite. She still had her glass of milk in her hands, and there was now a white milk-moustache on her lips. I liked some of the songs. And disliked the others. I would part play football in the house, and part watch the songs. I would specifically like it when DD showed the torch-bearer national anthem or the Mile Sur Mera Tumhara ad. Seriously, DD was such a positive influence in those days. Mom would catch the songs in between work and in between making Upma. The maid servant would unfailingly stop near the TV room to catch the songs. She did not have a her own TV, so this was a great incentive for her to come to work on a Sunday.
Midway through the show, Mom would bring Upma for everyone. Dad would first ask "why Upma again?", and then enjoy it. Coz it was so good. I would ask for some curd and chatni-pudi along with it. Mom would serve everyone and then for herself. We would also give some upma to the maid servant (in her own plate that she brought along), so that she also enjoyed the show.
Oh and my sister- she was still stuck with her Bournvita! LoL!
As the show would end it would be deja-vu for everyone.
The maid would leave for the day.
My dad would plan the next item on his agenda for the day. My sister and I would begin our homeworks. Mom would plan for lunch.
Those were really memorable days.
