The Pensieve
Long time no see. I was watching this movie that drove me into this reflection mode.
It made me go down the memory lanes. I personally feel that memories, good or bad, stay with you forever. They are like ventilators, they help you survive through the bad weathers of life. I have always admired Ms J K Rowling for her marvelous imagination about the Pensive, that Professor Dumbledore possessed and wish I owned one too, would have made life so much simpler for me.
Why I say that is, coz in general I have problems with my memory, so much that I could do with an external memory card. Silly it may sound, but I'd be the first to go for something like that, if ever invented.
So if this blog spot were my Pensieve, I’d pour down some random memories here. So, here we go…..
Childhood memories….
1. Going to school as a kid was something I loved; waking up early in the morning (the only time in life when I saw the sunlight at 6: 00 am). Dad would give me a bath with his baby talk, he’d say - “ If you take a shower every morning with lots of soap, you’d become as fair as your mom”. Well that may sound a bit racist but I always fell for it, I was always in awe of my mommy’s beauty :D *dreaming*
2. Primary school was so much fun - chit-chatting with friends, group lunches, PT sessions, Sports day, cultural day, picnics, etc etc. Ahem! Barely remember about learning lessons (If you thought I would then you’re surely expecting too much of me), yes I did enjoy the Drawing classes though! :P
3. School reminds me of summer holidays, we’d get 2 months chhutti! Wow what a treat, my brother and I would wait for Grandpa to visit or else cousins who came over every alternate year. Playing indoor games all day, and cricket or hide-n-seek in the evening, enjoying mangoes and grapes of the season, Rooh-afza in milk, watching movies. Grandpa’s elaborate storytelling sessions would go on past midnight and we’d never have enough of those. Oh what a wonderful time that was!
4. Some of the most memorable events then, used to be Diwali celebrations. Something we’d look forward to until Grandpa was alive. We’d visit our hometown where all other cousins would gather. Being the youngest girl in the family I remember getting exceptionally pampered by uncles and older cousins; benefits of being little J. So while the aunties would be busy preparing mouthwatering munchies for the festival, we kids would rent out a video game console to keep us busy, there used to be fights for turns. Mine used to be last in the order; hazards of being littleL.
5. Fighting with the sibling is something like one’s birthright isn’t it? I would always want everything that my older brother had, or was about to have, and unfortunately all of his conspicuous possessions were bought considering the fact that I would eventually use them too. (U know how parents think – common stuff like calculator, bicycle, gearless vehicle etc.) How much he hated me for that. And we’d fight like cats and dogs. I always lost. :P
6. This one I vividly remember, I was only 7 and my brother 9 and went to visit the ICU to see Dad, after he survived a massive cardiac arrest. I remember how he was dressed in the Hospital’s green robe, an Oxygen pipe stuck in his nose, the ECG monitor behind him that showed thosegreen electronic lines jumping up n down. Dad looked and smiled at both of us, and said “I’ll be home soon”. And we both cheered and told the same to mom who with great effort smiled back at us.
Growing up Years and later…..
Initial years, I mean of adolescence, were little different. Being a girl there were a whole lot of restrictions imposed on you and an entire laundry list of ‘Dos & Don’ts’ and rules of conduct. *Boring*. So until the 12th grade I somehow managed being a good girl. You know, hanging out with friends during school hours, going for tuitions and family outings once in a while.
Then came the BEST DAYS of my life – Undergrad, yeah. So parents sent me away and I had to live on my own, in a PG. Yippie! On a serious note, I do strongly believe that living on your own makes you learn a lot of things about life, and helps you discover yourself.
1. At the PG itself, I found my best friend for life. Have the BESTEST memories with her. We were the most happening duo and the livewire of the PG, so much that, the day we fought, it would be so quiet and glum that even the neighbors would know about it he he. She and I were partners in crime and everything else possible serious or crazy, but always together.
2. Oh how I reminisce those elaborate dinner sessions, late night gossip meetings, and dance parties within the house, buying ‘Kulfi’ secretly from the hawker about midnight. Fighting over using the loo, or hot water for showers. Oh lord the list goes on n on……Life was on a roll!
Imagine a house full of women! Mind you I am talking 15 of them under one roof and no Man to bother about. Shucks! Deadly that was.
3. And then the most wonderful memories of the most wonderful thing that happened in life – LOVE. Well it took a little while though but then someday, you just know it like – ‘This is it!”. Life took a full swing and I was enjoying every bit of it. Catching up movies, the bus rides back home - when I would invariably doze off on his shoulders, my non-stop story telling which he’d patiently listen for hours together, even for the 8th or 9th time( yeah, you do that only when you’re in love) Walking along the sea face in the rains, the first kiss. *Sigh* I so loved being in love……every bit of it.
4. I do have some striking memories from my work life too. The first job, firing session with the boss. Fancy media parties and dinners with the team. Lunch time breaks, sneaking out of office only to get drenched in the rain. I would go out shopping with a friend. Awesome, gone are those days, those wonderful people.
Well there are plenty of more such memories but I don’t want to over dose you. Ahem, so what if its just a few of you reading this. LOL!
Signing off with a piece of advice “ Memories are our best friends, keep making more of such wonderful friends to last forever”.
CHEERS!
