Comic Nostalgia

Here I am, sitting in the corner of a large lab - absolutely no human habitation for many many inches (and quite a few feet) in the radius. Surrounded by a lot of costly networking equipment, some of which are probably smarter than me - but making loud humming noises.

All this loneliness and drab office life makes me yearn for the good old days I spent in noisy cubicles in Infosys Bangalore. I just cant wait to get back to all that. I love my country.

Anyways, when in such dire conditions, even a spark of entertainment is welcomed with open hearts and arms. And one such spark came from discovering another blog where some good samaritans have been posting Indrajal comics. (Chk out http://thecomicproject.blogspot.com)

I am not sure how many people remember these comics. I literally grew up on these 32-pagers. Phantom, Mandrake, Flash Gordon and our very own desi-hero Bahadur fighting the baddies. Man, those were the days.

I still remember being a little geek who used to love reading all those comics when having dinner, or hiding them in-between my text-books (or under the pillow) and being lost in that world. I am thankful my parents could afford the comics and were kind enough to allow me to read them a lot. But not without scolding me a lot.

Also, I somehow managed to retain my huge comic collection intact till I hit my late teens. Of course, by then comics had made way for novels and biographies. And Indrajal had metamorphosed into Archie, Asterix, etc.

When I started saving a little too much pocket money, I decided to get my comic collection fully hard-bound for "future" usage. But well begun is always half-done. I really never got to read them afterwards. Frankly, they didn’t attract me anymore.

Now that’s probably like the loss of innocence thingie. But surpriseeee - I re-discovered them at this Comic project blog. Thanks again, guys! Now I am probably reliving my childhood memories too.

Come to think of it. I am probably in a similar situation again. I have a heavy work-load on my head now, much like the exam and home-work pressure I had. I don’t have a TV with me here, much like only a bit of Doordarshan we used to get in the 80s. And quite a few others which drive me to read comics all over again.

I am just happy that I am able to re-live a part of my childhood which I have only pleasant memories about. It’s funny that old comics are helping me do that - but hey, I am not complaining.

I just wish I could re-live many more of those nostalgic days.....