Some Ravished Memories… (Shrunken petty matters…)

I had to write the title in plural (matter(s), memory(s)), simply because I’ve loads to write and that is simply because of the still pettier chronological issues…(This much of time difference between two consecutive posts doesn’t look good on a blog, that’s why…)…

So, here I go…with what I did/thought over/realized all these days…They are all trifling matters, but recollecting old good toys and memories is fun….isn’t it?

Going Back To Life…

[410, Air Force Station, Jalahalli West, Bengaluru, Karnataka]…Precisely the main gate, in front of an old butter fruit tree, I stood…still…tried to open my mouth to express my happiness, the exultation…but the words won’t come…And that was there too…my sweet old school memories coming back to me personified in Anupama and Durgesh…

I’s loving it…the first flush of same childish innocent smile on our faces, the same carefree loud laughter and the same stupid reviling diction…supplemented( rather complemented) by just two things now…their sincere gesture of greeting (umpteen times more sincere than I expected, really) and Anupama’s beautiful long black hair…

We chatted for hours together, frittering away every sense of difference that has inevitably sprouted between us in due course of five long years when we dint get a chance (dint even care about) to notice our DP’s on orkut/facebook…

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But then, all good things come to an end, so did that fortunate day which will remain etched in my memory forever…We needed to summon up before the current realities of our respective life’s where we’ve hardly any space left for school time innocence…and so we bid farewell…

Life goes on…and so we did…

Running…for a cause…

My true true Delhiite cousins and my continuous, non-stop cribbing (to become like them…never say “stop the funnnn…” attitude)…for me being a non-delhiite…(Hmmm…okay, I do belong to NCR, but Delhi is still Delhi…isn’t it?... Whatever you do…you can’t ever have an India Gate (and the ICS(ice-cream sellers) and PCS(pakora chat sellers) in Gurgaon…EVER))…

So, nearly each one of my cousins participated in Airtel Delhi half marathon, in some way or the other…and me…I’s only watching the live telecast…(Okay, frowning…)
That was exactly when I wrote this amazingly accurate prophecy about myself in my diary that someday, I’ll run a marathon too…

And since all shooting stars are not fake and someday dreams do come true if you sincerely believe in them, I finally got this chance to run Sunfeast Bangalore Marathon, Majja Run…

I exactly felt like a cameo and the endeavor was truly worthwhile in spite of having no teleology attached to it…You can get immense dividends of happiness at seemingly petty things…


The trauma of partition...

 I really wanted to write a lot of diary those days to vomit out the turbulence inside me…But I’s absolutely nonplussed to write a single word…and more than that, I never had enough time…

So, the story goes like…We (8 of us, me and my college mates, who were destined to become Accenture mates as well) were living happily in our beloved P.G, occupying 3 rooms of a real nice flat…

People from our respective departments used to call us “lucky to be so united” stuff…(Lolz Lolz Lolz)…

And then, the fate interrupted us rather ruthlessly and we were asked to vacate the P.G…(yes, all 8 of us)…Friendz, and Friendz of Friendz and their Friendz flooded our phone databases with numbers of P.G owners, flat owners and property dealers while showing their grave concerns over our condition calling it as the end of a delightful era for us…

You may well ask for the real consequences, but before that, I’d like to add some real senti, touchy and philosophical stuff to the post…

It was…an era of unpredictable occurrences of predictable proceedings…

Those were…the fateful days when we floated along time, and from P.G’s to flats, from 1BHK’s to 2BHK’s to 3BHK’s, from single occupancy to double and triple sharing rooms, and from kundanhalli to karamangala…

 It was the time when all our plans (of leaving the “then roomies” and choosing “better (???)Ones”) seemed to have betrayed our own selves…

That was…the time of constant state of evolution and our efforts finally fructified…and the calamity turned out to be a blessing for some of us…(should I say “including me???”…may be not)...

& We parted ways…

We…(two of us, me and my present roomie) packed our bags, exactly one week before the D-Day and came to peaceful place…(Yes, we finally managed to find a real good place for us to live)…& waved goodbye to remaining 6…

& We are living happily ever [since then]…