“Sundays, Parades & Mahabharata — A Childhood That Still Lives in My Heart

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Friday/ 13 March/2026

Time – 9.00 am

These days, I hardly watch television or movies. Life has become busy with responsibilities, work, and stress. Somewhere along the way, I simply lost the interest and the time for it. Even if I watch something once, I rarely feel like watching it again.

But when I was a school student, things were very different.

Back then, television had only one channel — Doordarshan. There were no hundreds of channels, no streaming platforms, and no dish TVs like today. And during that time, one series captured my heart completely — Mahabharat.

Every Sunday had a special rhythm.

I used to participate in the Road Safety Patrol parade organized by my school. My Sunday would start very early. I would wake up before sunrise, get ready in my white uniform, wear white shoes, and tie my hair into two neat braids with white ribbons.

At 6 a.m., I would leave home and walk nearly one kilometer to reach the bus stop. From there, I would travel by bus to the stadium. The parade would begin around 7 a.m. and continue until 10:30 a.m.

After the parade ended, I would rush back home by bus. I knew exactly why I was hurrying.

Because at 11 a.m., the Mahabharata series would begin on television.

And the moment it started, I would sit in front of the TV, completely absorbed in the story. Every episode felt magical, powerful, and meaningful. I never liked fantasy shows created only by imagination. I always preferred stories that carried depth, history, and truth. That is why Mahabharata fascinated me so much.

Those Sundays were simple, yet unforgettable — early mornings, disciplined parades, and the epic story that waited for me at home.

Years later, during the COVID-19 pandemic, the Mahabharata series was broadcast again on Doordarshan. But strangely, I didn’t feel the urge to watch it again. Perhaps some memories are meant to live beautifully in the past, exactly as they were.

Still, whenever I think about my childhood, those Sunday mornings filled with dedication, discipline, and devotion to Mahabharata come rushing back with warmth.

And I realize —
some memories are not meant to be repeated…
they are meant to be cherished forever.


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