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Remember the time when owning a cordless was the coolest thing ever? Cricket had just become a national craze and Imran Khan a living legend; Wasim Akrams Mein Cigarette Nahein Peeta ad had caused half of the teenagers to eschew cigarettes; Fanta had finally started getting accepted as a guys drink; Atari and Nintendo were the next coolest thing to a Ferrari not to mention shooting a duck with an actual gun on your Nintendo.
How about playing Dave 1 on your brand new Windows 95 and finding out you couldnt cross level three no matter what? Or perhaps the time when youd rent out movies on VHS because owning them was practically impossible? Or the time when you were suddenly informed that the letter H was no longer pronounced as ach but had been changed in to aitch?
My friends mostly accuse me of being nostalgia prone, but if you were born in the 90s, you probably know exactly what Im talking about. Out of all the above mentioned paraphernalia though, the thing I miss most about the 90s are the PTV dramas.
While watching Greys Anatomy the other day, I suddenly had an aching feeling at the back of my head, as if I had already watched it somewhere. It wasnt until I was reminded of a PTV drama in the late 80s Dhoop Kinarey that had led me to that feeling. I couldnt help but notice the sheer brilliance of writers like Haseena Moeen, whose work was literally decades ahead of her time. As a matter of fact I wouldnt be wrong to call it Pakistans very own Greys Anatomy only two decades ahead of its time!
I still very vividly remember how Bil Patori from Ainak Wala Jin would give me nightmares every time shed say:
Bil Patori naasa chori aadhi mithi aadhi kori Im sorry Im sorry.
Zakoota was far less scary though:
Mujy kaam batao, mein kya karoon, mein kiss ko khaaon.
PTV didnt have much in terms of quantity but it had quality and the fact that they would cater to all age groups helped it excel beyond it competitors.
Dhuwan was another feather in the cap for PTV. It was the sort of spectacle that would make every other lad join the police and serve his country. Youd watch it over and over again and still not feel bored. Elite commandos fighting criminals and terrorists, rugged mountains, fancy jeeps, the latest gadgets and an innocent touch of romance it had all the ingredients a Pakistani James Bond fan could ever wish for. Oh! And did I mention the live action sequences which surpass all expectations, even by todays standards?
Still not content Im right? How about Alpha Bravo Charlie, Sunehray Din, An Kahi, or Tanhaiyan. It was the likes of these dramas and others that helped shape up the mindset of my generation.
They taught us family values; they made us laugh, they made us cry, but above all they imparted in us hope that theres always light at the end of the tunnel; that nations require sacrifices; that every one of us has to rise against jobbery, nepotism and corruption in order to set things straight.
We need you back PTV!
I miss good ol PTV!
Dhuwan was another feather in the cap for PTV. It was the sort of spectacle that would make every other lad join the police and serve his country. Youd watch it over and over again and still not feel bored. Elite commandos fighting criminals and terrorists, rugged mountains, fancy jeeps, the latest gadgets and an innocent touch of romance it had all the ingredients a Pakistani James Bond fan could ever wish for. Oh! And did I mention the live action sequences which surpass all expectations, even by todays standards?
Still not content Im right? How about Alpha Bravo Charlie, Sunehray Din, An Kahi, or Tanhaiyan. It was the likes of these dramas and others that helped shape up the mindset of my generation.
They taught us family values; they made us laugh, they made us cry, but above all they imparted in us hope that theres always light at the end of the tunnel; that nations require sacrifices; that every one of us has to rise against jobbery, nepotism and corruption in order to set things straight.
We need you back PTV!
I miss good ol PTV!
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