Last evening I was lost in my own thoughts.....Yes the unusual tranquility that my otherwise noisy sorroundings gave me was hugely responsible for me going into a state of deep trance for how long I cannot recollect. Memories came flashing past the eyes as if I was an anudience to some 3-D flick going around.Memories of childhood, the first crush, the growing up days, the final days of school, the first heart break and then the struggle to establish oneself......
With these were also some unpleasant memories related to death of near ones the sufferings of some from ailments and the struggle of existence that life kept doling out on a dish from time to time..it was retrospection at its best.I was wondering at the same time how many people we used to get influenced in the growing up years.Just because someone cleared the NDA made me look for excuses to convince my family to let me join the decorated service.Or just because someones son was having a lavish lifestyle in the west made me dream of taking up something as a career that will ensure the same for me, not realising or even bothering what did I actually want to do....Now when I think it sounds insane but that's actually what most of us did.
The first crush on someone or even a faint smile from the girl next door made us architects of our fairytale love story even committing to ourselves of a journey of lifetime with her later realising she was actually smilling seeing the unzipped trouser.The amount of chivilary that was on display would always put the knights of the 17th century at shame.You could just do anything right from shooing away the stray dog to directing the visitor to her house just about anything and everything that would ensure you of a place in her good books.
Memories of the sudden urge for social responsibility also came in front of the eyes and brought a smile to the otherwise dry lips.Remembered the day when our club decided to pay a visit to the elderly and sick in the locality with a bag full of fruits...The innocent souls never got to know till date that the fruits were plucked and stolen from their very own and fiercely gaurded gardens.I hope they will pardon us at this age even if they come to know.
I went back a good 17-18 years back on time and had a rollacoaster ride with my memories and the emotions attached with each incident that was dancing in front of my eyes.
I now hate the neighbours even more as its was their pressure cooker and its noisy whistle that made me wake up from my trance and come back to reality.And the reality was I had two blood sucking mosquitoes feasting on me while I was oblivious to the loss of the few drops of precious blood of mine ...
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