"Hurry up......damn it!!! You are making us late" I screamed while my sister was still stuck at how to wear socks-a daily chore, which has become one of the refreshing memories of my childhood comes to my mind whenever I see that maggi ad where the mother tries to get her child to the school bus and makes me wonder that how much I used to wait to get this school time over and step in to the teenage world.....but when it got over...I wished it had never gotten over.
Last week when I saw this movie where the actor prayed to God that he clears his exams, it reminded me of the prayers and the bribes I used to offer to God but...ahan ahan...don’t think that I didn’t used to study and spent my time in offering something to Him. I treated God like a buddy and used to pray that please please please….I want to meet this famous cricketer….please please please do something and I promise….I will study harder...so please let me spend 10 mins of my life with him (I still do that prayer sometimes childhood crushes die hard :P )
While waiting for a friend I was just wandering around when I saw a girl trying to hold on one of her friends after she was drunk and I remembered the time when my friends supported me the same way when I got drunk for the first time and how they told me….you were amazing you know….you were able to walk straight even after gulping down 3 drinks for the first time.
I was watching this 60’s movies at star movies where the teenage kids were talking about this “nirvana thing” after taking the drugs and here again...I remembered the nirvana....which I and my best friend used to share every evening and wondered how much difference was there between our nirvana which was detoxicating us and their nirvana which was toxing them.
Whenever it rains, I miss the window by the stairs of my home where I used to sit with my cup of tea and the books (Accounts books yaa I was the studious kinds) and the door of my balcony on the 5th floor of the hostel from where I could see the rainbow the clouds, the lightning the birds and the sun.
Whenever I go to Archies and see the cards and the teddies (I don’t love them) it reminds me of the friend who has been there for me through thick and thin and cried when she saw the tears in my eyes.
Whenever I see someone showing off his/her smartness I miss that friend who used to share the same expressions of being neutral to that person and leaving that person wondering what wrong did he do :P
I just shifted to a new place and everyday while coming back from office I see a sweet not more than three year old girl holding a finger of her grandfather walking down on the road and playing with her grandfather and her grandfather is always smiling for her and this reminded me of my grandfather’s smile who used to eat the rotis made by me without saying a single word when I was around ten years old kid and telling me that I was perfect.
BUT why these memories are so important why something else doesn’t come to my mind when so many things are happening daily in front of my eyes but why doesn’t my mind react on that??? These were the questions that kept coming to my mind when I started writing this post…..then came the savior of my life….a friend…who surprised me with the level of her understanding me….as she gave me the answers I was searching for…….
All these incidents though they are small but have played a major role in shaping the person I am today… I took the smile from my grandfather never realizing the fact that a smile can make someone happy……the rains are always the same and it smells the same wherever it pours so the key is to be the same person as always and everything will fall in place…..the friends are always needed not only to put you back on the track but also to spoil you so that you can realize the value of good things in life.
