Doordarshan Part 2
For all the true fans out there, given below are links to some doordarshan serials/ title tracks that came on air at different points in TV history.
The links came about due to the sheer gusto of a close friend, who refused to stop finding links till sleep overcame him…..thanks ashwin!….. This is really a priceless find!
Although a majority of these links are for doordarshan goodies, there are a few links to glorious cable tv shows as well.
Enjoy and relive those memories!
HE MAN
STREET HAWK
MILE SUR MERE TUMHARA
EK CHIDIYA ANEK CHIDIYA
AGATHA CHRISTIE--- Mrs Marple.
MALGUDI DAYS
BHARATH EK KHOJ
JUNGLE BOOK
TALESPIN
DUCKTALES
TINTIN
DANGER MOUSE
CHIP 'N DALE RESCUE RANGERS
THE WONDER YEARS
BLOSSOM
TEENAGE MUTANT NINJA TURTLES
BOY MEETS WORLD
THE NEVERENDING MOVIE TRAILER
THE NEW ADVENTURES OF WINNIE THE POOH
BAYWATCH
lol! i dont quite know how i was convinced to put baywatch.....but there is no denying almost everyone i know has seen atleast one episode in their lifetime :)
Sunday, April 30, 2006
Friday, April 28, 2006
Completely random and crazy friends can be a windfall sometimes.
Especially if they have access to the net…..that means they send you completely random and crazy forwards.
Got one today…..and it converted a dreary day into one that had a lot of laughs and memory that will last for sometime!
The forward was totally juvenile! It urged you to take a test online to determine what kind of sports car you are!
That sounds cheesy enough to put off any sane, normal and regular member of the human species.
I, on the other hand, actually took the test.
Good thing I did….because how else could I have found out?…..I am Porsche 911!!!
Infact, the exact words used were “You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite, and you know it.”
Such articulate words work wonders!
It's amusing how even though you know it's all bogus smooth talk, it felt superb and childishly superior to be equated to your all time favourite sports car……
I better sign off now before I get a forward that urges me to find out what kind of fruit I am most likely to be in the unknown afterworld……
And to all the crazy and random people out there……may your tribe increase!
Vvvrrrrroooommmm…….
Especially if they have access to the net…..that means they send you completely random and crazy forwards.
Got one today…..and it converted a dreary day into one that had a lot of laughs and memory that will last for sometime!
The forward was totally juvenile! It urged you to take a test online to determine what kind of sports car you are!
That sounds cheesy enough to put off any sane, normal and regular member of the human species.
I, on the other hand, actually took the test.
Good thing I did….because how else could I have found out?…..I am Porsche 911!!!
Infact, the exact words used were “You have a classic style, but you're up-to-date with the latest technology. You're ambitious, competitive, and you love to win. Performance, precision, and prestige - you're one of the elite, and you know it.”
Such articulate words work wonders!
It's amusing how even though you know it's all bogus smooth talk, it felt superb and childishly superior to be equated to your all time favourite sports car……
I better sign off now before I get a forward that urges me to find out what kind of fruit I am most likely to be in the unknown afterworld……
And to all the crazy and random people out there……may your tribe increase!
Vvvrrrrroooommmm…….
Wednesday, April 26, 2006
Just saw Ice Age 2 – The Meltdown.
If you are an animation fan like me, then this movie should delight you. It’s worth every little penny and then some more. This charming sequel has the three characters (Manny, Sid and Diego) return to another adventure in the world where the ice is melting and threatens to flood the valley where all the animals exist.
However, one has to admit that Ice Age 1 had a better storyline and was faster paced.
The first movie establishes the endearing lead characters and the relationship they build.
The Meltdown, on the other hand, brings in a host of new creatures from the animal kingdom and could confuse a new viewer.
All in all, the movie is completely in the “feel good” genre and the dialogues are funny/sarcastic enough to get “children of all ages” laughing.
My rating ****
If you are an animation fan like me, then this movie should delight you. It’s worth every little penny and then some more. This charming sequel has the three characters (Manny, Sid and Diego) return to another adventure in the world where the ice is melting and threatens to flood the valley where all the animals exist.
However, one has to admit that Ice Age 1 had a better storyline and was faster paced.
The first movie establishes the endearing lead characters and the relationship they build.
The Meltdown, on the other hand, brings in a host of new creatures from the animal kingdom and could confuse a new viewer.
All in all, the movie is completely in the “feel good” genre and the dialogues are funny/sarcastic enough to get “children of all ages” laughing.
My rating ****
Sunday, April 23, 2006
Continuing with poems, the one poem that always manages to make me smile is by the poet Ogden Nash.
It’s funny, spot on and gets its point across!
What Almost Every Woman Knows Sooner Or Later
Husbands are things that wives have to get used to putting up with.
And with whom they breakfast with and sup with.
They interfere with the discipline of nurseries,
And forget anniversaries,
And when they have been particularly remiss
They think they can cure everything with a great big kiss,
And when you tell them about something awful they have done they just
look unbearably patient and smile a superior smile,
And think, Oh she'll get over it after a while.
And they always drink cocktails faster than they can assimilate them,
And if you look in their direction they act as if they were martyrs and
you were trying to sacrifice, or immolate them,
And when it's a question of walking five miles to play golf they are very
energetic but if it's doing anything useful around the house they are
very lethargic,
And then they tell you that women are unreasonable and don't know
anything about logic,
And they never want to get up or go to bed at the same time as you do,
And when you perform some simple common or garden rite like putting
cold cream on your face or applying a touch of lipstick they seem to
think that you are up to some kind of black magic like a priestess of Voodoo.
And they are brave and calm and cool and collected about the ailments
of the person they have promised to honor and cherish,
But the minute they get a sniffle or a stomach ache of their own, why
you'd think they were about to perish!
And when you are alone with them they ignore all the minor courtesies
and as for airs and graces, they utterly lack them,
But when there are a lot of people around they hand you so many chairs
and ashtrays and sandwiches and butter you with such bowings and
scrapings that you want to smack them.
Husbands are indeed an irritating form of life,
And yet through some quirk of Providence most of them are really very
deeply ensconced in the affection of their wife.
It’s funny, spot on and gets its point across!
What Almost Every Woman Knows Sooner Or Later
Husbands are things that wives have to get used to putting up with.
And with whom they breakfast with and sup with.
They interfere with the discipline of nurseries,
And forget anniversaries,
And when they have been particularly remiss
They think they can cure everything with a great big kiss,
And when you tell them about something awful they have done they just
look unbearably patient and smile a superior smile,
And think, Oh she'll get over it after a while.
And they always drink cocktails faster than they can assimilate them,
And if you look in their direction they act as if they were martyrs and
you were trying to sacrifice, or immolate them,
And when it's a question of walking five miles to play golf they are very
energetic but if it's doing anything useful around the house they are
very lethargic,
And then they tell you that women are unreasonable and don't know
anything about logic,
And they never want to get up or go to bed at the same time as you do,
And when you perform some simple common or garden rite like putting
cold cream on your face or applying a touch of lipstick they seem to
think that you are up to some kind of black magic like a priestess of Voodoo.
And they are brave and calm and cool and collected about the ailments
of the person they have promised to honor and cherish,
But the minute they get a sniffle or a stomach ache of their own, why
you'd think they were about to perish!
And when you are alone with them they ignore all the minor courtesies
and as for airs and graces, they utterly lack them,
But when there are a lot of people around they hand you so many chairs
and ashtrays and sandwiches and butter you with such bowings and
scrapings that you want to smack them.
Husbands are indeed an irritating form of life,
And yet through some quirk of Providence most of them are really very
deeply ensconced in the affection of their wife.
Came across a rather dog-eared book of poems by Robert Frost lying in a quiet, unscathed corner of my room.
This well-expressed versifier has written two of my all-time favourite poems.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep…….
The Road Not Taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
This well-expressed versifier has written two of my all-time favourite poems.
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
Whose woods these are I think I know.
His house is in the village, though;
He will not see me stopping here
To watch his woods fill up with snow.
My little horse must think it's queer
To stop without a farmhouse near
Between the woods and frozen lake
The darkest evening of the year.
He gives his harness bells a shake
To ask if there's some mistake.
The only other sound's the sweep
Of easy wind and downy flake.
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep…….
The Road Not Taken.
Two roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;
Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,
And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.
I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I-
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.
Sunday, April 16, 2006
Rain! Puddle!! Splash!!!
Indomitable winds,
An abrupt tranquility,
A soft rumble in the distance…
Gentle pitter-patter,
Grey, almost melancholic, skies.
Parched greedy soil,
The earthy scent of the first rains.
Seemingly infinite showers.
Emptying roads,
Scurrying people,
Everything looks a shade darker.
Puddles on the road…..
Wet happy urchins,
Rapid metamorphosis from searing to refreshing.
A budding hope for…..
Uncontaminated novel beginnings.
Friday, April 14, 2006
Have you ever been held up in a lift that didn’t go either ways?
I have.
Being stuck in a dark lift all alone can only lead to two things; hyper-ventilation and consequent screaming (neither of which I am very good at) or profound thinking, to take your mind of harsh reality…..
I chose the second option.
The night before I had been talking to a close friend about how Doordarshan was a major part of our childhood entertainment memories. Now standing in darkness, my thoughts wandered in that direction again…….
My first memories of Doordarshan, stem from Dr Ramanand Sagar’s monumental epic-Ramayan. As a kid, the costumes, the dialogues, the “effects”, and the “oh so dramatic” situations filled me with wonder! Mystical stories of demons and beautiful princesses left me craving for another Sunday.
When Mahabharath came along, the costumes, the effects and the situations just got better. Who can forget the soft yet unyielding voice at the beginning of almost every episode that said “Main samay hoon……”
My thoughts come faster now…….. Randomly I think……
He- Man and Jungle Book…..
Stone boy and Potli baba ki…..
Vikram aur Betaal……
My favourite Malgudi Days and Katha Sagar, weaving enticing tales by Chekov, Maupassant, Saki, Bond, and so many others…..
The thrilling Kile ka Rahasya and the comical dreamer, Mungeri Laal ke haseen sapne….
Wagle ki Duniya and the ever so unlucky Mr Yogi……
The enlightening Surabhi and the enchanting Bharath ek khoj…..
Humlog and Buniyaad…….and Nukkad...
Chitrahaar and Superhit muquabala….my dose of Bollywood songs and gossip…
British comedies….Yes Minister, Black Adder, Mind your Language….
The dapper Hercule Pirot, the handsome Byomkesh Bakshi, and the bordering on goofy, Tehkikaat…….
The man, the machine……Street Hawk!
The advent of Indo British ventures…..Tandoori Nights and Jewel in the Crown.
The biased pro government news and the regional national award winning sub-titled movie every Sunday afternoon……..
Independence day and Republic day…..patriotic speeches, the magnificient Red fort and the parades……..
Rukavat ke liye khed hai……
Suddenly, the commercials hit me……
“Raju ke daant motiyon jaise kyon chamak rahe hai?”…..Dabur laal daant manjan!
“washing powder Nirma”
“Lijjat Pappad”
“Glycodin”
“Vicco Turmeric…nahin cosmetic”
“Parle-G”
“Rasna”
“Humara Bajaj”
and who can forget………… “Gold spot- the Zing thing!”
It’s funny how I still haven’t forgotten “Mile Sur Mera Tumhara” and can sing every line of “Ek chidiya anek chidiya” with this much enthusiasm now.
The thoughts slow down a little, I wonder what this cable addicted generation is missing out on? Sometimes too many choices don’t generate lifelong memories.
The lights come on…. I snap back to reality…….. The lift moves upwards…. stops on my floor……I step out……I am humming “jungle jungle baat chali hai pata chala hai…….”
I smile and vow never to take the stairs again…
I have.
Being stuck in a dark lift all alone can only lead to two things; hyper-ventilation and consequent screaming (neither of which I am very good at) or profound thinking, to take your mind of harsh reality…..
I chose the second option.
The night before I had been talking to a close friend about how Doordarshan was a major part of our childhood entertainment memories. Now standing in darkness, my thoughts wandered in that direction again…….
My first memories of Doordarshan, stem from Dr Ramanand Sagar’s monumental epic-Ramayan. As a kid, the costumes, the dialogues, the “effects”, and the “oh so dramatic” situations filled me with wonder! Mystical stories of demons and beautiful princesses left me craving for another Sunday.
When Mahabharath came along, the costumes, the effects and the situations just got better. Who can forget the soft yet unyielding voice at the beginning of almost every episode that said “Main samay hoon……”
My thoughts come faster now…….. Randomly I think……
He- Man and Jungle Book…..
Stone boy and Potli baba ki…..
Vikram aur Betaal……
My favourite Malgudi Days and Katha Sagar, weaving enticing tales by Chekov, Maupassant, Saki, Bond, and so many others…..
The thrilling Kile ka Rahasya and the comical dreamer, Mungeri Laal ke haseen sapne….
Wagle ki Duniya and the ever so unlucky Mr Yogi……
The enlightening Surabhi and the enchanting Bharath ek khoj…..
Humlog and Buniyaad…….and Nukkad...
Chitrahaar and Superhit muquabala….my dose of Bollywood songs and gossip…
British comedies….Yes Minister, Black Adder, Mind your Language….
The dapper Hercule Pirot, the handsome Byomkesh Bakshi, and the bordering on goofy, Tehkikaat…….
The man, the machine……Street Hawk!
The advent of Indo British ventures…..Tandoori Nights and Jewel in the Crown.
The biased pro government news and the regional national award winning sub-titled movie every Sunday afternoon……..
Independence day and Republic day…..patriotic speeches, the magnificient Red fort and the parades……..
Rukavat ke liye khed hai……
Suddenly, the commercials hit me……
“Raju ke daant motiyon jaise kyon chamak rahe hai?”…..Dabur laal daant manjan!
“washing powder Nirma”
“Lijjat Pappad”
“Glycodin”
“Vicco Turmeric…nahin cosmetic”
“Parle-G”
“Rasna”
“Humara Bajaj”
and who can forget………… “Gold spot- the Zing thing!”
It’s funny how I still haven’t forgotten “Mile Sur Mera Tumhara” and can sing every line of “Ek chidiya anek chidiya” with this much enthusiasm now.
The thoughts slow down a little, I wonder what this cable addicted generation is missing out on? Sometimes too many choices don’t generate lifelong memories.
The lights come on…. I snap back to reality…….. The lift moves upwards…. stops on my floor……I step out……I am humming “jungle jungle baat chali hai pata chala hai…….”
I smile and vow never to take the stairs again…
Thursday, April 13, 2006
Why am I writing a blog?
Surely it’s in the enthusiastic hope that somebody might read my musings, connect with it and go “there is another person who thinks just like me!”…..or it could be and this is the more likely cause, two weeks of excessive indulgent lounging, a completely numb top floor and almost total intellectual degeneration force me to want to do something new….. ;)
Today someone told me how "your desire to do stuff is inversely proportional to the time you get".........it's simple really, everybody knows it and yeah! life is ironical!
Either ways, here I am…… :)
Surely it’s in the enthusiastic hope that somebody might read my musings, connect with it and go “there is another person who thinks just like me!”…..or it could be and this is the more likely cause, two weeks of excessive indulgent lounging, a completely numb top floor and almost total intellectual degeneration force me to want to do something new….. ;)
Today someone told me how "your desire to do stuff is inversely proportional to the time you get".........it's simple really, everybody knows it and yeah! life is ironical!
Either ways, here I am…… :)
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