Old Days

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Blog for old days
In childhood dayzz :-
 * I'd put my arms in my shirt and told people I lost my arms
 * Would restart the video game whenever I knew I was going to lose
 * Had that one pen with four colors, and tried to push all the buttons at once
 * Waited behind a door to scare someone, then leaving because they're taking too long to come out.
 * Faked being asleep, so I could be carried to bed
 * Used to think that the moon followed our car
 * Tried to balance the switch between On/Off
 * Watching two drops of rain roll down window and pretending it was a race
 * The only thing i had to take care of was a school bag.
 * Swallowed a fruit seed I was scared to death that a tree was going to grow in my tummy.
 * Closed the fridge extremely slowly to see when the lights went off.
 * Walked into a room, forgot what you needed, Walked out, and then remember.

Remember when we were kids and couldn't wait to grow up? and now we think why did we even grow up?😒

Childhood Was The Best Part Of My Life !

If it was also the best part of your life, then spread this msg to as many people as u can to.remind them of theirs best!😊

Vicco turmeric, Nahin cosmetic Vicco turmeric ayurvedic cream

Twaiiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiiiiiiiiiii iiiiiiinggggggg Washin powder Nirma, Washing powder Nirma Doodh si safedi, Nirma se aayi Rangeen kapde bhi khil khil jaaye

Shopkeeper: Oho deepika jee aaiyen aaiyen! Leejiye aapka sab saaman tayyar! Deepikaji: Yeh nahi, woh! Nirma super detergent tikiya! S: Lekin aap toh hamesha mehengi vali tikiyaan.... D: Leti thi. Jab wohi mehenge daamon vali quality, wohi safedi, wohi jhaag! Kam daamon mein mile toh koi ye kyu le? Woh na le? S: Maan gaye! D: Kise? S: Aap ki paar ki nazar aur nirma super, dono ko! NIRMA SUPER! DHULAAI KA SUPER DUM...DAAM PHIR BHI KAM!

I'm a Complan Boy(Shahid Kapoor) and I'm a Complan Girl (Ayesha Takia)

Surabhi : Renuka Sahane and Siddharth

Then were 'Mungerilal ke hasin sapane' and 'karamchand' ...'Vikram Betal', etc.


 * How did one survive growing up in the 80's and 90's?
 * We had no seatbelts, no airbags and sitting in the back of a truck was a treat…
 * Our baby prams had the most gorgeous lead based colours…
 * No such thing as tamper proof bottle tops…


 * Opening kitchen cupboards was a breeze… as safety locks were unheard off…
 * Cycling was like a breath of fresh air…
 * No safety helmets, knee pads or elbow pads, with plenty of cardboards between spokes to make it sound like a motorbike…


 * When thirsty we only drank tap water, bottled water was still a mystery…
 * We kept busy collecting bits & pieces so we could build all sort of things … and we were fearless on our bikes even when the brakes failed going downhill…
 * We were showing off how tough we are, by how high we could climb trees & then jumping down….It was great fun….


 * We could stay out to play for hours, as long as we got back before dark, in time for dinner…
 * We walked to school, or sometimes we even rode our bike.
 * We had no mobile phones, but we always managed to find each other….. How? No one knows…
 * We lost teeth, broke arms & legs, we got cuts and bruises and bloody noses…. nobody complained as we had so much fun, it wasn't anybody's fault, only ours
 * We ate everything in sight, cakes, bread, chocolate, ice-cream, sweet sugary drinks, yet, we stayed skinny by fooling around.


 * And if one of us was lucky to find a 1 litre coca cola bottle we all had a swag from it & guess what? Nobody picked up any germs...
 * We did not have Play Stations, MP3, Nintendo's, I-Pods, Video games, 99 Cable TV channels, DVD's, Home Cinema, Mobile phones, Home Computers, Laptops, Chat-rooms, Internet, etc ... BUT, we had REAL FRIENDS!!!!
 * We called on friends to come out to play, never rang the doorbell, just went around the back…
 * We loved being let loose in the big bad world…without bodyguards…
 * We played with sticks and stones, played cowboys and Indians, doctors and nurses, hide and seek, soccer games, over and over again…
 * When we failed our exams we were given a second chance by simply repeating the same grade…without visiting psychiatrists, psychologists or counselors…

Such were the days…

We had freedom, success, disappointments and responsibilities. .. Most of all, we learned to respect others…

Are YOU from that generation?? If that's the case, email this to all your friends from the same era… Maybe this message will help them forget the stress that surrounds us these days…. and just for a few moments puts a smile to their faces as they remember what life was really like in the good old days…… Don't you think they were GREAT DAYS.....I sure think so. I Just can't stop smiling, Am sure U will have the same .................. SMILE. HAVE A GREAT DAY!


 * Some of the best serials of those days were
 * Sports by Dr. Narotam Puri
 * India – West Indies Cricket Series … remember Marshall v/s Gavaskar ? or Amarnath v/s Andy Roberts ?


 * Advertisements
 * Hamara Bajaj .. Hamara Bajaj
 * Only Vimal ( India West Indies Cricket )
 * Vico Termeric Ayurvedic Cream ( Vikram Bhetal )
 * BSA SLR Buit like a champion
 * Better Buy Binatone you wont find a better deal
 * Orson Black Belt
 * Because we dream because we do – Daewoo
 * Gudia rani badi siyani – Boro plus
 * Roshni ki duniya ka sartaj – Bajaj
 * Life Bouy hain jaha tandurasti hain waha
 * Vico termeric Auyurvedic cream – Sangeeta Bijlani
 * Vicks ki golo lo khick khick door karo
 * Happy Birthday Rasna
 * Titan Music – pyar ka upahar
 * Surf ke kharidari main hi samajhdari hain


 * An annoying message of ‘rukawat ke lie khed hai’
 * Also used to see the news for the hearing impaired.
 * We used to love seeing the news reader explain the news through actions.

DoorDarshan Serial Songs
Source: citehr.com


 * Vikram aur vetaal

vikram vikram vikram vetaal taal taal vikram aur vetaal vikram aur vetaal tana na tana nana na tana na tana tana na re
 * Malgudi days

Mahabharat mahabharat ath sri mahabharat katha kaha hai pursharth ki yeh swarth ki parmarth ki saarthi ziske bane sri krishan bharat parth ki sabhad digoshit hua zaba yada yada hi dharmasye glani bhavti bhartam ab yudhanam dharmasaye sambhawani yuge yuge
 * Mahabharat

kisi ko mohabbat ka hai junoon kisi ko chahat ka hai junooon juoon junoon junoon
 * Junoon

Mile sur mera tumharaa, Thoo sur bane hamaraa.... sur kee nadhiyaan har disha se behkee saagar mein milee. Baadalon ka roop leiker bharse halke halke... Mile sur mera tumharaa.. thoo... sur bane hamaara.. Mile sur mera tumhara...
 * Mile sur mera tumhara

Chaain taraj tahin nyay taraj ek but baniye saayen taraj

Tera sur mile mere sur de naal milke bane ek nava surtaal

Mile sur mera tumharaa.... tho sur bane hamaara..

Mohnja sur tohi desa pyara mile jadein geet ashaanjo madhur tarano bane tadein Sur ka dariya bahte saagar me mile badlaan da roop leike barasan holle haule

Isaindhal namm iruvarin suramum namadhakum.. Dhisai veru aanalum aazi ser aarugal Mugilai mazaiyai pozivadu pol isai ...Namm isssaiiii.... Thik thakida thathikakidA....thaka thimi thaka junu

Nanna dhwanige ninna dhwani-ya, seridante namma dhwaniya.. Naa swaramu nee swaramu sangammamai, mana swaram ga avatarinchey

Ninde swaramum ningalude swaramum otthucheiyum Namudeya swaramai....

Tomaar shoor moder shoor srishti koroor koi ekshoor[2]... Sriishti karoon woi katha

Toma mora swarer milan srishti kare chalbochatano male sur jo taro maro, bane aapno sur niralo

majhya tumchya julta tara madhur suranchya barasti dhara

Sur ki nadiya har disha se behke saagar mein mile... Baadlo ka roop leke barse halke halke.. Oh...Mile sur mera tumhara tho....sur bane hamara...

Mile Sur mera tumhara tho sur bane hamara tho sur bane hamara tho sur bane hamara mitti ke rang, mitti ke rang duniyaa badal gayee insaan badal gaye, badale nahi lekin, mitti ke rang bachapan teraa ho yaa teri jawaani mitti to jaane teri kahaani harpal rahe tere sang mitti ke rang
 * Mitti ke rang.

BA BBA BBA BA BA BA BBA BABBBAA BAAA FLOP SHO FLOP SHOW FLOP SHOW
 * FLOP SHOW (JASPAL BHATTI)

WRITER. FIGHTER.... WRITER, FIGHTER, PRODUCER, DIRECTOR, SINGER ACTOR UUAA AAAAAHHHAAAA FLOP SHOW FLOP SHOW FLOP SHOW

Aakash bahut ooncha hai, aur door bahut hain taare…. phirate hue sainkadon sooraj, Brahmand ke ye banjare… Sadiyon ke bhawar behete hain, Anginat hain samay ke dhare Aur neela sa ek moti, kehete hain sabhi hum saare, sabhi hum saare…. Choti si ghoomti dharti, Sagar se kaee geheree hai… Aakash ki ganga me ye, Bajare ki tarha beheti hai….. Aakash bahut ooncha hai, ooncha hai, ooncha hai….
 * Brahmand

List of Old Programs
Alif Laila Brahmand Byomkesh Bakshi Chandrakanta Chhutti Chhutti Chitrahaar Dekh Bhai Dekh Farmaan Flop Show Guinness Book of World Records Indradhanush Itihaas Jai Hanumaan Junoon Mahabharat Main Dilli Hoon Malgudi Days Mitti Ke Rang Raja Aur Rancho Ramayan Rangoli Samundar Sansaar School Days Shaktimaan Subah-Savere Surabhi Swabhimaan The Great Maratha The Sword of Tipu Sultan Turning Point UGC/IGNOU serials(including Turum Tu) Vikram Aur Betaal Yug

Cartoon Series
Aladdin Chip 'n Dale Rescue Rangers Dexter's Laboratory Donald Duck Disney Hour Ducktales Goof Troop He-Man and the Masters of the Universe Jungle Book Little Mermaid Mickey Mouse and Friends Powerpuff Girls Samurai Jack TaleSpin Thundercats Timon & Pumbaa Winnie The Pooh

=Poems=

Shikra Yaar
Mae in mae, main ik shikra yaar banaya, Ohde sir te kalgi te ohdi pairin jhanjhar! Oh chog chuginda aaya! Ik ohde roop di dhupp tikheri, Oh duja mehkan da tirhaya! Teeja ohda rang gulabi, Oh kise gori maan da jaya! Ishqe da ik palang nuari, Ve asin chananian vich daheya! Tan di chadar ho gayi maili, Os pair jad palanghe paya! Dukh mere naina de koye, Te vich had hanjhuan da aaya! Saari raat gayi vich sochan, Us ne ki julm kamaya! Subah savere lai li vattna, Ve asaan mal mal os nuvaya! Dehi de vichon niklan chingan, Ve saada hathh gaya kumlaya! Choori kuttan te oh khanda nahin, Ve asin dil da maas khuaya! Ik udaari aisi maari, Oh mud watni na aya oh mae in! Main ik shikra yaar banaya…. O my mother, I made a hawk my beloved, A plume on his feet, Bells on his feet! He came pecking for grain! His beauty was as sharp as sunlight, And he was thirsty for fragnances! Third, his color was like a red rose, He must be son of a very fair mother! A bed of love, I laid for him under moonlight! Sheet of this body was strained, That very instant when he laid his feet over it! Corner of my eyes hurt, A flood of tears engulfed me! All night long I tried to fathom, How he could do this to me? In early morning, With beauty mix, I scrubbed and bathed his body! There were flames coming out from the body, My hand were burnt! I crush food for him, But he never ate! So I fed him with flesh of my heart! He took such a flight, That he never returned back! O my mother, I made a hawk my beloved….

- Written by Shiv Kumar Batalvi, when he learns about her Girl Friend Maina, who flew to UK,

gets married there to some one else, and gives birth to her first child.

The way through the woods (1910)
By Rudyard Kipling  They shut the road through the woods Seventy years ago. Weather and rain have undone it again, And now you would never know There was once a road through the woods Before they planted the trees.

It is underneath the coppice and heath, And the thin anemones. Only the keeper sees That, where the ring-dove broods, And the badgers roll at ease, There was once a road through the woods.

Yet, if you enter the woods Of a summer evening late, When the night-air cools on the trout-ringed pools Where the otter whistles his mate, (They fear not men in the woods, Because they see so few) You will hear the beat of a horse’s feet And the swish of a skirt in the dew, Steadily cantering through The misty solitudes, As though they perfectly knew The old lost road through the woods…. But there is no road through the woods.

Stopping by Woods on a Snowy Evening
By Robert Frost 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 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 is 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.

Macavity, The Mystery Cat
By T.S. Eliot Macavity's a Mystery Cat: he's called the Hidden Paw— For he's the master criminal who can defy the Law. He's the bafflement of Scotland Yard, the Flying Squad's despair: For when they reach the scene of crime—Macavity's not there!

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, He's broken every human law, he breaks the law of gravity. His powers of levitation would make a fakir stare, And when you reach the scene of crime—Macavity's not there! You may seek him in the basement, you may look up in the air— But I tell you once and once again, Macavity's not there!

Macavity's a ginger cat, he's very tall and thin; You would know him if you saw him, for his eyes are sunken in. His brow is deeply lined with thought, his head is highly domed; His coat is dusty from neglect, his whiskers are uncombed. He sways his head from side to side, with movements like a snake; And when you think he's half asleep, he's always wide awake.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, For he's a fiend in feline shape, a monster of depravity. You may meet him in a by-street, you may see him in the square— But when a crime's discovered, then Macavity's not there!

He's outwardly respectable. (They say he cheats at cards.) And his footprints are not found in any file of Scotland Yard's And when the larder's looted, or the jewel-case is rifled, Or when the milk is missing, or another Peke's been stifled, Or the greenhouse glass is broken, and the trellis past repair Ay, there's the wonder of the thing! Macavity's not there!

And when the Foreign Office find a Treaty's gone astray, Or the Admiralty lose some plans and drawings by the way, There may be a scrap of paper in the hall or on the stair— But it's useless to investigate—Macavity's not there! And when the loss has been disclosed, the Secret Service say: It must have been Macavity!'—but he's a mile away. You'll be sure to find him resting, or a-licking of his thumb; Or engaged in doing complicated long division sums.

Macavity, Macavity, there's no one like Macavity, There never was a Cat of such deceitfulness and suavity. He always has an alibi, and one or two to spare: At whatever time the deed took place—MACAVITY WASN'T THERE ! And they say that all the Cats whose wicked deeds are widely known (I might mention Mungojerrie, I might mention Griddlebone) Are nothing more than agents for the Cat who all the time Just controls their operations: the Napoleon of Crime!

=Novels/Stories=
 * The Gift of Maggie - O. Henry
 * The Diamond Necklace
 * Oliver Twist - Charles Dickens
 * The Merchant of Venice - William Shakespear
 * Shermukha-Gaumukha
 * Ah Chak Apna Papa
 * Kulfi - Sujaan Singh
 * Treasure Island - Robert Louis Stevenson
 * Old Man and the Sea - Ernest Hemingway


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