I’m not old, in fact I’m still a teen...
But of late, every place I go to, every song I hear, brings back a torrent of memories, mixed emotions and makes me wonder how things change with time, and how some things never change. Every road I take, every building I pass, every place I go, just about everything about my hometown makes me smile.
When we were in school, we never wanted to leave school; now that we’re in college I’m pretty sure none of us wants to leave college either...
Yet, it isn’t the name of my school that I miss, not the infrastructure and definitely not the inane ideas that the school administration kept coming up with to ostensibly “improve” our school.
I made friends in school I still love dearly, and time hasn’t really worn out the sparkle of our laughter or the warmth we generate when we all get together...
I remember coming home every single seething with anger, grumbling to anyone and everyone I met about how the school guys were sadists. But I’ve lost count of how many times the mere thought of school life ultimately getting over brought out a wave of emotion and sadness in me. The thought of separating from my friends and losing touch with them forever is something I haven’t been able to come to terms with till date.
I could’ve cried on every valedictory function I attended, invariably clueless of what my valedictory would be like and what was to become of us in the days to come...
Now that we’re into college, I still don’t see what difference it has made, except for the fact that we spend lesser time together; but I have never valued these moments more...
I think memories are like still water, you can’t touch without creating ripples...I’ve just reached that stage where just about everything creates ripples, some things bring smiles, some tears...
But it is really sad to watch people grow into working devices, when they barely find time for themselves, leave alone friends and family...
It is so depressing to watch relations fade into oblivion, and friendships stretched to the point they cease to exist and turn into no more than acquaintances. No you don’t have to be socialite, far from it actually, because socializing is just not my cup of tea. My friends are my adopted family. All I ask is for people to value whatever relations they have, groom them, nurture them till you never want to let go of them...
This point was driven straight into my soul when I read “Tuesdays with Morrie”. I don’t know how you can read the book without crying, not because you’re sorry for the dying old man, but you are sorry for yourself. Sorry for that part of you which you are so scared to acknowledge for fear of losing yourself in the maze of materialism...
Why do these memories stop building after a point of time, so much so that people actually have to go far down the memory lane to retrieve a handful of faded memories...?
Why can’t we pause a while and appreciate what we value the most? It is what makes our life worth living after all...
But of late, every place I go to, every song I hear, brings back a torrent of memories, mixed emotions and makes me wonder how things change with time, and how some things never change. Every road I take, every building I pass, every place I go, just about everything about my hometown makes me smile.
When we were in school, we never wanted to leave school; now that we’re in college I’m pretty sure none of us wants to leave college either...
Yet, it isn’t the name of my school that I miss, not the infrastructure and definitely not the inane ideas that the school administration kept coming up with to ostensibly “improve” our school.
I made friends in school I still love dearly, and time hasn’t really worn out the sparkle of our laughter or the warmth we generate when we all get together...
I remember coming home every single seething with anger, grumbling to anyone and everyone I met about how the school guys were sadists. But I’ve lost count of how many times the mere thought of school life ultimately getting over brought out a wave of emotion and sadness in me. The thought of separating from my friends and losing touch with them forever is something I haven’t been able to come to terms with till date.
I could’ve cried on every valedictory function I attended, invariably clueless of what my valedictory would be like and what was to become of us in the days to come...
Now that we’re into college, I still don’t see what difference it has made, except for the fact that we spend lesser time together; but I have never valued these moments more...
I think memories are like still water, you can’t touch without creating ripples...I’ve just reached that stage where just about everything creates ripples, some things bring smiles, some tears...
But it is really sad to watch people grow into working devices, when they barely find time for themselves, leave alone friends and family...
It is so depressing to watch relations fade into oblivion, and friendships stretched to the point they cease to exist and turn into no more than acquaintances. No you don’t have to be socialite, far from it actually, because socializing is just not my cup of tea. My friends are my adopted family. All I ask is for people to value whatever relations they have, groom them, nurture them till you never want to let go of them...
This point was driven straight into my soul when I read “Tuesdays with Morrie”. I don’t know how you can read the book without crying, not because you’re sorry for the dying old man, but you are sorry for yourself. Sorry for that part of you which you are so scared to acknowledge for fear of losing yourself in the maze of materialism...
Why do these memories stop building after a point of time, so much so that people actually have to go far down the memory lane to retrieve a handful of faded memories...?
Why can’t we pause a while and appreciate what we value the most? It is what makes our life worth living after all...
1 comment:
u ve taken d words of my mouth...i always remember the verses of the poem leisure n u r soo rite..every human being shud read tuesdays wid morrie..to realise the value of relations in one's life
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