What Memories Can Mend.....

I remember the first time I played a guitar. Do you remember the first time you did something…let’s say ‘unforgettable’. Right now I don’t feel like talking about RADIO. I have this nostalgia take over me since the past couple of days; a particularly remnant one, considering all that I have been missing ever since I left Bombay last week.

Since this isn’t a phone call, let’s listen to me write. Then you try and think about your happy moments and write your own blog. I promise I will read it…entirely.

But think about it; your yesteryears. Those were the moments that made us realize that life is much more than a desk, a non face-book accessing computer and a very ugly boss. Life used to be about exploring, experimenting. For me, I have long since forgotten what it felt like to be living in wonderland. Right now I could own the pedestal by cursing life for all that it does to me day in night out. But I prefer to be a little more sadistic to my oppressor.

As me…or we all, sit behind a pathetic excuse of a job, trying to prove to our loved ones how we burned the midnight oil to be capable enough to burn it for the rest of our lives, I want you to stop for a minute and remember…

Remember how a wasteland behind your buildings used to be like an African jungle and sticks were no less harmful than swords. Remember those stupid lines you scribbled in you History notebook, trying to dress them into a song; all for that girl on the third bench…or maybe her friend on the fourth or dear Miss. History Teacher if you were in my school. Remember how getting bowled in the first ball was a completely unacceptable thing and you would fight with the US Army to prove that it was a no ball. Remember how you trembled under your blankets in a fever to have no one in the world but your mom rub her hand on your head.

Remember how you always could go down to your friends building and scream at the top of your voice knowing that in less than 2 minutes he’d be on his cycle ready to fly away with you. Remember how you never had to wonder who would show up for your birthday…you knew they’d come. Remember how forgetting a word during elocutions meant forgetting your very name and then all you could hear was white noise.

Remember how hungry you felt before lunch break no matter how heavy a breakfast in the morning. Remember how you stained your clothes, hands, face and everything with paint during art class…when was the last time you got dirty. Remember how Essel World was more fun than Paris and Carter Road was more than Home.

Remember how it felt like to be living on Rs. 100 in your pocket and taking girls out on dates with having to walk back home. Remember how things were when you were working to get to where you are now. Remember how it felt like back then. I think the best thing about life is that it takes from you everything but leaves you with memories; beautiful ones. No matter where you are or might go, they will make you smile, weep – feel alive.

So all I can ask you guys to do is pause your lives for a moment and walk down memory lanes. Try collecting some smiles. Take a picture from your yesterdays and share it with your today. In the meanwhile I’ll be cleaning my camera lenses for tomorrow. Wonder If I’ll be the one taking a picture or I’ll be the one in it…