I first saw the television when I was in class One. It was the winter of 1987.I remember two men walking into our house with a big cardboard box.Just like every other six year old, I was curious to know what was inside the box. My imaginations yielded many a thoughts which included sweets, toys, kitchen utensils,wardrobe stuff. Finally when they opened the box and took the brand new TV,I remember jumping up and down, for that was the first time I was seeing a TV from a very close proximity. I turned around and looked at my sister( She is three years older than me. Yes! OLDER than me) and she gave me that know it all look.But it was too late for me to react as I had already shown my enthusiasm.My sister went near the TV with raised eyebrows (In fact she was also seeing the TV for the first time in her life).

The two guys connected the TV to some wires and did something with an aluminium rod ( My dad later told that it is called as antenna) and finally my mom was called in to switch ON the TV. In the meantime me and my sister had occupied strategic positions in front of the TV.When the grains appeared,I started clapping. My sister was keeping her silence as always. She gave a sarcastic smile; I stopped clapping. We happily watched the grains for the next two hours and went to Sleep. That was the first programme I watched on TV. By the by the name of the TV was Bush.

We watched TV that whole week and everyday we at least spent around two hours in front of the TV. The grain show continued. We started counting the grains that appeared on TV. I counted till 864 grains and gave a smile to my sister. Again she bowled me over by saying that she counted 2342 grains. I was amazed at her counting skills. Then one day my dad did something on the TV and he called that process as "Tuning the TV". He told us that we can watch another programme from now on. We were very happy.So the next whole week we had an additional programme on our daily schedule.The new programme looked like a rainbow. It was a colourful programme when compared with the grain show.

I went around and told my friends about the wonderful informative programmes that I was privileged to watch.One day When me and my sister were watching our favorite programme, something wierd happened. Some Red colour circle started forming in the TV nand finally, it ended up like the one in the picture below. Joy and happiness knew no bounds for me and my sister.She knew how to read and write Hindi. So she read the script in the circular thing and informed me that the new programme's name was "Doordarshan". Again she gave me that attitude look and immediately I surrendered. She seemed to me as the epitome of knowledge.Every day we would wait for the red circular thing to appear and we used to sing along with the background tune that accompanied the doordarshan show.

In the days that followed we were treated to load trucks of programmes and we had our list of favorite programmes too. On Mondays, we used to watch Surabhi and Oshin.

Tuesday nights were the terror filled nights as I used to get scared of the horror detective Tekhkikaat. The wet bed cannot be associated with me getting scared of frightful tuesday nights.

Wednesday nights remind me of Chitrahaar( An assortium of Hindi film songs).

Thursdays take me back to the memories of Gitanjali Iyer and Shobana Ravi ( I loved both the news readers from the bottom of my true heart).

Friday nights rested me with World this week.

Saturdays and Sundays were fun indeed with movies, street hawk, poirot, chandrakantha, shakthimaan, world of sports.

Days went by and the Television was polluted with hundreds of new channels and thousands of programmes. Now every one in our family have different programme tastes and we no longer watch one channel continuously for more than fifteen minutes. We do not have the Bush TV anymore with us. One powerful lightening blinded it. The same interest with which I used to watch all my favorite programmes on doordarshan has ceased to exist. Now I seldom watch any channel. My Bush TV is still in my precious memories. Those were the days. I call it - "My doordarshan days"