Mumblings by Ruchika Pandit

I almost forget that I own a dedicated website for the updates of my life. Really bad of me. After all my husband’s hard earned moolah is going waste for this domain name.

Life is kind of treating me nicely these days. Have switched between jobs. Starting on a new career. I am marketing person now. And I am actually enjoying this thing more than my previous employment.

Personally, we (me and husband) have moved out. And take my word, living on your own is not as easy as you might be thinking. Especially for the two spoilt kids that we are. And living alone in a city like Gurgaon is not as fun as it seems to be. Thankfully we have got this nice apartment in a decent society. And there is a grocery store and vegetable shop just downstairs. So half of the problems are solved.

Overall, it feels like both of us have matured a bit. May be this moving out thing has some contribution to the feeling.

Lets hope I update this space on a more regular basis.

I just realised that tomorrow it will be whole good six months. I mean our six months! I mean Mrs. Ruchika Mittal’s six months! Six months of living in new home! Six months of living in new state! Six months of change! Six months of happiness (a bit of crying too)! Six months of sharing things! Six months of new Mom! Six months of new Papa! Six months of new family! Six roller coaster months!

How much cliched it may sound, but life has surely changed a lot. I have gained many many things i.e. weight. Have said good bye to many things i.e. aajtak! Have learnt many things.

I am different person. Well, not much, but yeah, a slightly different being.

Overall I have spent some nice memorable moments of my life. Thanks Sushubh.

Ruchika Pandit > Ruchika Mittal

No. I am just being very busy.

Can someone please tell me what is the good, or should I say decent way to end a telephonic conversation?
Should one end it with saying goodbye, goodnight and take care stuff.
Or one should just disconnect the call without even giving a slightest hint that he or she is going to do this.
Or one should just cut the call without answering the other person’s bye and take care stuff?

This is the height. I keep on making excuses of not getting enough time to blog. And I make these excuses to no one else, but to myself. Shame on me.

Anyway, someone told me that blogging without journalistic approach is of no use.
Some other person said that blogging is nothing but just a manipulated form of writing a personal journal.
Another mouth opened and said that you do blogging to please other people.
A very dear friend said that he blogs for himself, to take out his frustrations and anger.

Hmm…. I am surrounded by too many opinions.

I would say that don’t have any particular reasons for this purpose. It depends on my mood why I blog. If am very happy, I will post a few lines here, if am utterly sad then I will post a few thoughts here. And if I am irritated, then also I will let my feelings flow over this medium.
It depends, it entirely depends on my mood.

Life is good.

I am enjoying my work. And, at last, I have learnt newsroom management. (that is what they call it!) It’s very rare that I get frustrated because of incompatibility of others. I am getting used to it slowly and steadily. In fact, I find these news people funny at times. Most of them have lost their sensibility. No, seriously, I am not joking. May be I will also lose it someday. I really don’t know. Looking at the way I am enjoying this work, this is the most predictable thing.
And yeah, I am going to a lot of page 3 parties these a days. And that deserves an entire post. I will discuss that later. Time to grab some grub!

I have been occupied like hell for the past few days. And hence, not been able to fill up this space as regularly as I should be doing it. In addition to that, I am not feeling well for the past one week. Delhi is burning in May, but I am suffering from cold, cough, fever and god alone knows what. So, I would blame my bad bad health and the bad bad weather and the bad bad work schedule behind me not updating this space. I am such a shameless chick you see. :p
And yeah. How can I forget the most vital reason behind scarce blogging by me! My dear brother! He is the one to blame for not giving me the workstation! One can also site a good explanation in my crappy net connectivity!
See, I am so good at making lame excuses!

I am a confused creature. I have completed my graduate studies. I am about to complete my PG diploma. And I am still very much confused about what to do. I am doing a professional course. In fact I specialized in the same subject in my grads. Hence, reasonably, I should be having some thing in my mind about my future. But no. I am still, totally clueless.
Till now, with whomsoever I discussed this state of my mind, alleged that this is not going to be good for me. Even I used to reflect so. But today, I had a conversation with a very mature individual at work. And this is what he quoted:

“You need chaos in your soul to give birth to a dancing star.”

Friedrich Wilhelm Nietzsche

Hmm…its not that it has changed my mind. But yeah, it did help me out. I used to be really worried about my work life earlier. Because I never knew, for that matter I still do not know, what profession is most appropriate for me. Journalism? No. Production? May be. Photography? Umm. Cinematography? Can be. Art designing? Umm. Public relations? Can do it. Advertising? They think I have a knack for it!

Uff. There are so many options! I am so puzzled.

But now, I have somehow started enjoying this confusion. I have seen many single minded people. And I can say they are actually not the happiest ones. They know what they want, but still they are not satisfied with their lives.
Hence, I can say that I am better off being a confused individual!

While having dinner in the cafeteria, the conversation took a twist and we ended up discussing the old doordarshan serials. The ones we remember and the ones we don’t. It was the time before Zee TV and Star TV came into being. All of us agreed on the point that all these oldies were far more sensible then the crappy sas bahu sagas we are tortured with today. In fact all of us enjoyed watching those soaps. I didn’t watch much TV that time also, but I was able to recall a few names.

My favorite was Malgudi days based on the writings with the same name by R K Narayan. The sketches that used to come in the credit roll were awesome. I can still remember them. And the Taana na taana na na naaa tune is still fresh in my mind! Amazing, I will say.

My other favorite was Jungle book based on the book with same name by Rudyard Kipling. I was so in love with the central character of the cartoon series that I named my newly born brother Mowgli (the name of the boy in the cartoon serial). And I used to like Jageera and Bhaaloo too! So was the madness that I used to wait for the serial every Sunday morning. And mind it, very religiously I used to wait. I used to get up early in the morning, finish my entire daily chore (including homework) and then sit along with my brother in front of TV set and wait for the jungle jungle baat chali hai theme song!

Next come Disney hour. I remember Ballooo from Tailspinand Loui Doui from Duck tales. This one was also my favorite.

Then there was the other sensible and meaningful ones like Udaan. Udaan was considered to be based

on the life of Kiran Bedi. The lead actress Kavita Joshi became really famous after this serial.

And how can one forget the great Mahabharta and Ramayana. I don’t remember much but my mom tells me that people used to leave all their work to watch these serials. The roads used to be all deserted. The shops used to be all closed. One can consider these two serials to be most famous and widely watched in the history of Doordarshan.

There were some others like Sea hawks, Nukkad, Chandrakanta, Chankya, Vyomkesh Bakshi and many more.

There was also a soap called Humlog. This can be considered to be phenomenal in the history of Indian television. I rarely watched it, but then , I have studied about this in my Media history classes and so, I can call it the first ever soap opera on Indian television.

I also remember a serial known as Stone boy. I hardly remember anything about this one but for a small kid. I used to find this one very mysterious. May be because of its theme music.

Any way, I can can go on and on.

The cruxes of the post is- most of Doordarshan serials, if not all, were worth watching and are worth remembering.