Time runs and disappears but sometimes it leaves back a bagful of memories, lessons and beautiful resonance of emotions that lasts nothing less but a lifetime.
Life is what happens while we are busy being busy.
Now when I lay down introspecting the past it starts echoing the soul and make me long to relive all those times again.The times that I thought were just usual but slowly and gradually turned into some picture perfect moments.
There were times when a tiny me was so excited about school, have freinds and play, knowing nothing of what comes next.
First day at the pre-school was a big disaster, from the time I stepped inside the school premises I was so sure this is something not for me. Not very patient initially, I used to cry with all my might and infact sometimed made my mom sit next to me for the class while I very observingly saw my teacher play with the chalk & duster and some fellow cartoons too.
That group photograph from the pre-school makes me laugh even today.
Days went by, seasons changed and years slipped the pace fast pre-school done, school over.
College was altogether a new beginning, varied culture and the real part was the hostel life. To some it may be another term for freedom and indepdndence but for me it was a life of exile and of never returning back, this I realized when I landed 450 KM away from home, with a suitcase, seeing mom-dad wave me 'goodbye'.
That moment made me feel so lost, seeing my parents ditch me in the jungle was a thought that makes me weak even today.
It was extremely difficult initially, but conditions, places and experiences teach you to live in all seasons.
Living out there, all to myself gave me the sense of independence, taught me the survival strategy, inculcated some amout of self belief and made me stronger by the day.
And moreover I have learnt to dwell, and managed it quit skillfully.
Then came the Chennai chapter, when I landed 2200 km away from home, I felt like dying in first place, thanks to the mobile phone inventions that made me sustain somehow.
Never ever had dreamed of travelling to that part of the country made me crib even more.
Living there was in no connection to the previous times, everything felt strange and obsolete.
The three months of corporate training there made me come to terms with the fact that life has tough choices to make now that would be permanent in nature.
Now, for almost 5 years now life in Pune has taught me to sustain in all conditions no matter how good or bad. Seeing people of all colours and conditions gives some initial resistence, but then you learn to cope and in due course of time things seem normal and substantially worth living.
In here, I came to know the difference between desire and demands, wants and needs, hopes and despair, friends and aquintances, living and breathing.
Everyday adds a new page in the book of life. However the flavour of each may vary from being pleasent to patrifying, from comedy to tragedy, from desire to desperation, from Fondness to fights.
But these all in totality adds to a personality.
The priorities might change and situations may vary but the memories remain intact. Those memories of all these times are the most beautiful hangover I underwent, the thought of it is enough to add a spark of charm while I remember eachone eachtime.
Nobody can ever deprive me of these invaluable treasure of mine.
Life is what happens while we are busy being busy.
Now when I lay down introspecting the past it starts echoing the soul and make me long to relive all those times again.The times that I thought were just usual but slowly and gradually turned into some picture perfect moments.
There were times when a tiny me was so excited about school, have freinds and play, knowing nothing of what comes next.
First day at the pre-school was a big disaster, from the time I stepped inside the school premises I was so sure this is something not for me. Not very patient initially, I used to cry with all my might and infact sometimed made my mom sit next to me for the class while I very observingly saw my teacher play with the chalk & duster and some fellow cartoons too.
That group photograph from the pre-school makes me laugh even today.
Days went by, seasons changed and years slipped the pace fast pre-school done, school over.
College was altogether a new beginning, varied culture and the real part was the hostel life. To some it may be another term for freedom and indepdndence but for me it was a life of exile and of never returning back, this I realized when I landed 450 KM away from home, with a suitcase, seeing mom-dad wave me 'goodbye'.
That moment made me feel so lost, seeing my parents ditch me in the jungle was a thought that makes me weak even today.
It was extremely difficult initially, but conditions, places and experiences teach you to live in all seasons.
Living out there, all to myself gave me the sense of independence, taught me the survival strategy, inculcated some amout of self belief and made me stronger by the day.
And moreover I have learnt to dwell, and managed it quit skillfully.
Then came the Chennai chapter, when I landed 2200 km away from home, I felt like dying in first place, thanks to the mobile phone inventions that made me sustain somehow.
Never ever had dreamed of travelling to that part of the country made me crib even more.
Living there was in no connection to the previous times, everything felt strange and obsolete.
The three months of corporate training there made me come to terms with the fact that life has tough choices to make now that would be permanent in nature.
Now, for almost 5 years now life in Pune has taught me to sustain in all conditions no matter how good or bad. Seeing people of all colours and conditions gives some initial resistence, but then you learn to cope and in due course of time things seem normal and substantially worth living.
In here, I came to know the difference between desire and demands, wants and needs, hopes and despair, friends and aquintances, living and breathing.
Everyday adds a new page in the book of life. However the flavour of each may vary from being pleasent to patrifying, from comedy to tragedy, from desire to desperation, from Fondness to fights.
But these all in totality adds to a personality.
The priorities might change and situations may vary but the memories remain intact. Those memories of all these times are the most beautiful hangover I underwent, the thought of it is enough to add a spark of charm while I remember eachone eachtime.
Nobody can ever deprive me of these invaluable treasure of mine.
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