Hello, my dear friends,
Today’s daily writing prompt brought a nostalgic smile to my face as I found myself immersed in the treasure trove of my childhood memories. I couldn’t help but recall a delightful incident that I’m eager to share with you.
It’s true when I was a child, I was quite mischievous. And now that we are in old age, there is a stream desire to relive our childhood.
While we can’t become children again, we can keep our childhood alive by recalling those past events. I am sharing some incidents through my blog that you might enjoy.
the essence of our childhood memories
Today, I want to recall another incident from my childhood. At that time, I was around eight or nine years old, always up to some mischief, as our group of friends was known for.
During those days, I had a great passion for watching Hindi movies. However, watching movies was strictly prohibited at home. In the small town of Khagaul, there was only one cinema hall, Railway Cinema, which mostly screened religious films.
One of our friends, Kishor, was a movie buff and never missed Dev Anand’s picture. He used to come back after watching a movie and narrate the entire story to us. Listening to his storytelling, we also became fans of Dev Anand.
Whenever a new movie was about to be screened, posters would be plastered everywhere. In a small town like ours, everyone knew each other, even the person putting up the posters.
Watching a film was strictly prohibited
One day, when he was putting up posters, we followed him. The poster he had in his hand was of Rajesh Khanna’s movie, “Kati Patang.” He noticed me, understood, and then handed me a poster featuring a still from the film.
I happily brought the poster home and stuck it on my room wall with great affection. Seeing it, my family, in anger, said, “Is this a cinema hall? You don’t even have permission to watch a movie, let alone display a poster!” Saying this, they joined together and gave me a good scolding. Yes, Watching a film was strictly prohibited.
But I had become a fan of Dev Anand through his stories. One day, a film named “Johny Mera Naam” was released at Railway Cinema Hall.
Now, I was excited to watch it, but there were dual problems. Firstly, there was no permission to watch a movie, and secondly, we didn’t have the money.
A brainstorming session was happening in my mind. Suddenly, an idea struck me. The first-class tickets cost one rupee at that time.
We had an unexpected Plan
I quickly contacted Kishor and he gave me eight annas (half a rupee), saying, “You watch the first half, and during the interval, give me the pass. I will watch the second half, and then I’ll tell you the story of the first half during the interval.”
The plan was set, but I had to arrange the remaining money. Just then, I got some money from home to buy vegetables. I immediately contacted Kishor, gave him the eight annas, and said, “Buy a first-class ticket and enjoy the first half. I will meet you during the interval.”
The plan was finalized, but I had to cook up a story about the money. So, I made an excuse of losing the money on the way while buying vegetables.
With a happy heart, holding the pass, I reached the first-class gate. The gatekeeper recognized me as he knew my family. He said, “Have you run away from home to watch a movie?”
I didn’t say anything and quickly reached the gate. I enjoyed the 2nd half movie but was curious about the first half of the movie.
Anyhow I returned home and cooked the story of loss of money. But I was caught not telling the truth. My family already knew the truth, as that gatekeeper already informed my family. I got severe punishment for that.
Yes, the pain I felt at that time is still felt today, but I smile at my innocence.
But the truth is I really like that movie a lot. I’ve watched the film “Johny Mera Naam” ten times and every time I watch it, I remember that old incident and it makes me smile.
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Retiredकलम 
My older sister always took me to children’s movies and my friend Terry’s aunt took him with us.
My sister said she never saw the end of “Bambi” because Terry and I started crying when the hunter killed Bambi’ mother, necessitating leaving the theater.
Similarly, until “The Wizard of Oz” began being shown on television, my sister aid she never saw the end of the movie because Terry and I started crying when the flying monkey scene came on!
Terry and I would have been less than 5 years old at the time.
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It sounds like you and Terry had quite the emotional reactions to those childhood movies!
It’s adorable how the hunter in “Bambi” and the flying monkey scene in “The Wizard of Oz”
made you both cry to the point of leaving the theater. Those classic films have a way of leaving a lasting impact on us,
especially when we’re so young.
Yes, It’s a charming and nostalgic memory that showcases the power of storytelling and the emotions it can evoke.
Did you and Terry ever get a chance to watch the endings of those movies later on?
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Yes, once we grew up and realized there were just movies we were able to watch these movies.
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“Isn’t it fascinating how our perspective on movies evolved as we grew up?
It’s amazing how, as kids, we might have seen them as magical worlds, and now,
with a more mature understanding,
Thanks for sharing your feelings, Sir.
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Absolutely, Sir.
It’s interesting how our perception changes over time. Now that we recognize movies as a form of entertainment and art,
we can truly enjoy and appreciate them for what they are.
It’s a nostalgic journey reflecting on the shift from childhood wonder to a more mature understanding.
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very nice
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Thank you.
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