What a day they were!

There are certain days in the life of every human being which he never forgets and whenever he remembers those days a person smiles from inside, what were those days when the walls of the house were not made of fortresses, the houses were not iron cages.

People used to go to watch the last show of the movie with their family and talk about the movie on the way back, watching the movie was an addiction of its own, advance booking of the movie was done so that they could watch their favorite movie in peace on time.

Movies were also something that could be watched with the family. For some movies, people used to go to India with a visa, it was not possible to forget the old movies easily, remember the black and white movie “Mahal” has remained till today.

Likewise Ganga Jamna, Pakiza, Devdas (both new and old), Fate, Man and Man, Justice and Law, Quest, Magic, Albela, Naila, Life or Storm, Noor Jahan, Daag, Babel etc. Even today, people listen to the songs of these films with relish.

Music, old books and old movies, give a wonderful comfort, sometimes the scents also transport a person from somewhere. When an old song hits one’s ears while walking, one gets lost in the past for some time.

Nostalgia is the name of a strange state, people with good heart and good taste are definitely suffering from it, in the same way, a familiar scent also transports you to another world.

Empty perfume bottles open the door to a pleasant surprise and familiar memories when the fragrance is absorbed into the clothes.

Those were the days when there was only the radio and the gramophone, the black record playing on the gramophone, which our grandmothers called Kala Towa, had a red circle in the middle, with a dog drawn on it, and the gramophone next to it. Image. It is said that HMV (HMV) i.e. the dog with the master’s voice was the dog of the owner of this company.

One record played one by one, we saw the gramophone and then the radiogram in which ten records were put together and played one by one.

Then these ten records would be turned over, but my father also had a very old gramophone that had a speaker like a loudspeaker, and after the record was put in, a needle was attached to the handle that would record the record. used to play

On the gramophone my father used to play the songs of Kamalajharya, Jothika Roy, Kundanlal Sehgal, CH Atma, Zehrabai Anbalewali, Shamshad Baig, Ameerbai Karnataki and Master Madan. He played sitar and violin very well.

We saw his violin and sitar till 1980, then we don’t know where he went. We used to listen to the songs of Lata, Asha, Mehdi Hasan, Siddha Malhotra, Sehgal, Malika Pakhraj and many other singers on the Siemens record player.

There was a charm to the radio, waiting for Studio No. 9, playing plays based on foreign literature in Jashan Samtheel. Then the commercial service of the radio started, the radio continued to play throughout the day. If the grandmother scolded her, she would stop it. My mother was also fond of music, she loved semi-classical songs.

Those were the days when Bana’s Geetmala was heard, Amin Sayani used to perform Banaka’s Geetmala from Radio Salon.

There used to be a bet in our house as to which song would be on “Pahli Padhan” this time, usually I would win and my brother would lose. Radio was the only source of entertainment, but it had so much charm that the programs were awaited and especially when the Saturday night Studio No. 9 and Sunday mornings at 8:30 “Hamid Mian Ke Yeh” were all silent. Sit and listen.

When our grandmothers and parents used to talk about their time, how cheap it was, there was pie, kodiyan and ashrafi, which was called Ginni, usually people gave silver rupees in marriage. People used to give ashrafi.

My mother had five ashrafias with a picture of someone, obviously an Englishman.

One penny used to buy four things, we used to hear and wonder how cheap it was in those days that the whole month’s deal was only five rupees, my grandmother used to cry because of the inflation, if she were alive now, she would have died of shock seeing the inflation. . People of our age have seen sixteen rupees, there is also a saying that “your speech is correct”. An anna had four paisas, a lime had four annas, an adni had eight annas, a dooni had two annas and then a paisa with a hole in the middle. Then there was an adhna which contained two paisas.

How precious was our rupee that even a penny used to come, even an ana. The biggest note was one hundred rupees, then five soka notes came, then one thousand and now five thousand. It may be ten thousand in the future.

The economic status and reputation of a country is measured by its currency. The larger the amount of currency notes, the more worthless the economy will be.

Those were the days when the postman used to bring the mail, the postman still exists and the mail comes from the post office, but that charm is gone, the mobile phone has lost all the charm, a postcard used to cost a There was an egg. Then when the decimal system was introduced, even then a postcard was worth twenty paise.

If the corner of the postcard was torn, then the family would understand that there was news of grief, the corner of the postcard was not shocked at once, then there was a yellow envelope which was worth two annas first and then twenty five. It used to come in money.

There was no more need to stamp it, people wrote to each other, regions had their own romance, especially letters from abroad, people wrote to each other even in the same city.

The younger generation may not even be familiar with the letter. Neither will they know the role of postman. They are familiar with Baikia or Courier. The jungle of social media has consumed everything.

Those were the days when everyone used to get together for dinner, the eldest in the house would take out the food on his plate first. After them, the rest of the people would take out, today this civilization remains in many houses, otherwise whoever came to eat, or whoever was hungry, asked for food.

Junk food has spoiled civilization, social media has come into our lives in such a way that literature, manners and civilization have all become a dream. Go to university or college girls in jeans and t-shirts sit in a group with burgers or pizzas in hand, bottles of cold drinks placed in front of them.

No one loves this land, those people died who had sacrificed their lives to get this country, everyone is deceived, everyone’s religion is faith, money, what were those days when those who loved the new country were alive. They were, half of the country is broken, what is left is looking for it, see what the new generation sees.