Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Childhood. Show all posts

Tuesday, 28 October 2014

Recreating The Past




















What was the best thing that happened to childhood?




Of course, one would say, love and pampering of doting parents.






What else?






Fun, frolic, frivolity...




What more?






(Sigh!) Tell me...






Remember those colourful, talking pictures? Comics, yes, comics, the picture stories, which brought visuals to words. The ones which always refreshed us in free periods and tiffin times in school and leisurely hours at home. Comics were short-cuts to entertaining reads, less cumbersome than big, fat novels, as one could quickly flip through the pages, enjoy the visual impact while digesting the story at the same time.






Talking of comics, I am reminded of many ....Phantom, Asterix, TinTin, Archies, Mandrake and above all Amar Chitra Katha which brought history and mythology to bedrooms in easily understandable language and enchanting images and they stayed on in our memories even as we  crossed over many thresholds in life.




My father disapproved of comics. He said they were bad reads lacking literary value. "You will spoil your sense of language if you stick to these trashy comics." Yes, he was right. In comics, pictures take over lengthy descriptions as in novels. Comics are not for those who love the 'feel' of language. But comics made a reader out of a non-reader. Some of my friends, despite having a dislike for reading, would relish comics. Comics made reading easy and memorable too because anything visual is retained in memory longer than mere words.




However, in today's gizmo-age, books and comics have been replaced by computer/mobile games and play stations. We seldom find children reading. Even modern parents do not insist their off springs to develop the habit of reading because it is expensive and quite a waste of time, especially, when everything is available on the internet!




In contrast, we, who are brought up in joint families, have grown on a steady diet of historical, folk and mythological tales narrated by our elders, mostly as bedtime-stories. The visuals in comics provided a kind of  post-narrative-easy-connect to the stories already heard several times before. And that was the fun part of it. For me King Nala was the one whom I had seen on the pages of Amar Chitra Katha. So was Raja Harish Chandra, the handsome, bold and virtuous king, depicted on the pages of the comic book, which first introduced him to me. Before that I had only heard but not seen him.


In fact, Amar Chitra Katha, or for that matter any comic book, surrogated the television set we never had at home. Today children do not find interest in comics because they are exposed to much grander, larger-than-life depictions of historical and mythological characters on TV and YouTube, which we in our childhood days, could not even think of.  As science and technology take over the mantle of startling us and making us gaze in wonder and awe at the TV and Computer screens, by creating fantasies and animations in 3D , the printed pages which originally mothered these fantastical tales, languish in neglect and shame in some remote, dusty corner of rusty cupboards and locked stores. And so are we bereft of simple pleasures of our childhood - the tactile association with pages, print and pictures!


But not anymore, thought I. Surfing through Flipkart, I suddenly decided to recreate the happiness of the past. I ordered for an Amar Chitra Katha comic. This time it was the story of Rani Durgavati. To be honest, I had never heard of her name. History is a subject which is dreaded by most (me included)  - it is difficult, boring and hard to retain in memory. But the comic series of Amar Chitra Katha, translated in so many Indian and foreign languages and English, have made history fun and easy, mythology closely relatable and folk an indivisible part of our cultural grooming.


The Story : Durgavati, the princess of Mahoba (presently in Madhya Pradesh),  has been brought up more like a prince. She is an ace horse-rider, a skilled shooter and often accompanies her father, the Rajput king, in hunting games.  Durgavati, attracted by stories of valour and power, marries Dalpat, the Gond prince.


It is a union of love but a social mismatch as  Gonds are a caste lower than Rajputs. In due course, Rani Durgavati gives birth to a cute baby boy. They name him Beer Narayan. But soon after, King Dalpat dies of an incurable disease and Rani Durgavati has to take up the responsibility of governing the kingdom on one hand and rearing a fatherless child on the other. She turns out to be a benevolent ruler taking care of her subjects like a mother, a fearless warrior as she wins battles after battles consolidating her kingdom and the quintessential Indian woman who would rather take her own life than fall prey to the lusts of invaders. Thus, goes the story of Rani Durgavati, who in modern parlance, truly stands tall as an "empowered" woman with a political vision.


The Creator :  Anant Pai (September 1929 - February 2011), popularly known as Uncle Pai,  was an Indian educationist and a pioneer in Indian Comics. He was the creator of two famous Comic series - (1) Amar Chitra Katha which recounted traditional Indian folklores, mythological tales and biographies of historical figures; and (2) Tinkle, a children's anthology.


Amar Chitra Katha comics are now available in economy packs (ten-in-one, five-in-one, six-in-one) too. They are available online as well as in book stores. You can visit their website (http://www.amarchitrakatha.com/ack/)  to know more.


I am glad to note that the quality and content of the series have been well retained. These are timeless as they connect us to our roots, make us aware of our history and heritage and help instill values which are an intrinsic part of our Indianness. Even after so many years, being well into adulthood, reading the story of indomitable courage and will of Rani Durgavati, I did not feel bored or uninterested. Rather I was back in my childhood and enjoyed it more than I ever did. And that is what must have been Uncle Pai's intent - to make us alive, happy and knowledgeable at the same time. And the only way that we can pay tribute to this great visionary is to encourage the new generation to read his creations and recognize the worth of his contribution to children's literature.


Long Live Uncle Pai!!!  



























Friday, 9 August 2013

A Feather Soft Dream

Remembering the child hood days...
 
I woke up in the middle of the night
Not in fright but with a happy smile
It was such a cute little dream
Of robust puppies and cozy home
Wherein cackled a golden fire
Spreading its warmth on comfy chairs
Covered in soft, colourful drapes
A thick, plush rug lay uncreased
On white marble floor with zig-zag shapes
The walls were of beige and gold
The counter panes a subdued shade
Of snuff and brown to match the sofas
inviting and warm and the dreamy dog
Lying around in lazy stance

Suddenly I pined for all my lost toys
The doll with the bushy hair and moving eyes
The smaller one with the long, thick braid
I remember I'd named her "Pony Tail"
The baby frocks and the kid boots
And the stuffed rabbit with polka dots
Stitched by my aunt with loving care
I wanted them all back on the bed
On the floor, on the sofa, every where
Even the plastic one with the lolling head,
The dirty, rubber cat with the blue ball
Tattered and torn but I wanted them all

Oh how I wanted to rush back in time
Erase my mistakes with zeal and zest
Seal my fate with good deeds and pride
Just then, my friend, sleep hazed
I mumbled under my breath perhaps
A prayer, a wish, a thought aloud
And turned drowsily to the other side
A little wistful, a little sad,
A little broken, a little mad
But spun my mind still for a while
Childhood yearns in feathery piles