Henry, Maupassant, Chekov, Gorky, Premchand…Oh….those were the days… Wonderful literary gems brought to life by best of the directors like – Basu Chatterjee, Gulzar etc. Kathasagar and Ek kahani were two programs that I used to swear by. Although I don’t remember seeing it properly but I do remember that, ‘30 years ka experience hai’ dialogue of Satish Shah in Yeh jo hai Zindagi.
Mungerilal and his dreams had the entire nation dreaming with him. And watching Anjan Srivastav and Bharati Achrekar in the Wagle household one couldn’t help but identify with their predicaments and their quirks. Then there was Shahrukh’s ‘Fauji’ where my favourite charcter was the guy who used to say, ‘ I say Buddy…’
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The cast and crew of Nukkad teamed up again for Intezaar (And then later for Circus which was also amazing in its nuances, but not as good as Nukkad though) which was again a wonderful series depicting the lives of people who worked on a railway station. Tuesday nights at nine we used to have dinner watching Girish Karnad and Vinnie Parnajpe in Sara jaha hamara or was it Hum paanch ek dal ke? Narayan’s stories were sliced out of each of our lives. A village that would have been any other village in any part of India. Why just the Nukkad? Dreams and hope of each and every one of us watching it. And how finally as he is about to go for his last lap he collapses bringing down with him not only his dreams but also that of each and every person in the Nukkad. I vividly remember the episode when Hari is riding the bicycle continuously for days so that he could set a record and get some money and how each and every person in the Nukkad cheers and wheedles him to go on. Guru, Radha, Khopadi, Ghanshu, Ganpat, Hari, Kadarbhai’s hotel. I recall each and every character as if I were related to them. I began reminiscing about all those wonderful serials and programs that used to come on DD and more importantly the prominence that it had in our lives then. The sound brought with it a breeze of memories that were tucked under the expanse of time that had passed in the meanwhile. Well, may be, but for me it really meant a world which was different and endearing. The generation younger to me may take this as yet another case of senility tom toming about their good old days. That was enough an impetus for me to skip right back in time and dwell on those golden days of Indian Television. The familiar sound of the trumpet that used to come at the end of every episode of ‘Nukkad’. Just the other day as I was switching channels incessantly more as a habit than anything else I heard it, and it brought back a flood of memories.
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