Down the memory lane

Nostalgia

According to google.com this word means a sentimental longing or wistful affection for a period in the past.

Past

This word according to google.com means gone by in time or no longer existing!

Yet many of us still live in it.

Pretending that we are happy, pretending it doesn’t matter to us or what happened in that past time… but no matter what somewhere or the other we still live there.

Sometimes thinking about the wonderful things that it gave us or sometime the horrendous pain it offered. But yet again we do keep on thinking about these things or say memories.

Oh! see we got another thing which we use daily

MEMORIES!!

Got some flashbacks?

We do, all of us do get, some small happy or sad whatever it may be, but some or the other kind of flashbacks we do get.

But the question is do we ever react to those memories?

Some might say yes or some may say no, I would say no- a big fat NO!!! .

Is there any specific reason?

No.

Same thing again right!

 Now the question is where am I leading with this thing?

Then I would like to tell you, jut to somewhere, where we all have been… down the memory lane.

Let’s begin from the beginning, and seeing the not so pleasant environment around let’s talk about pleasant thing.

Let’s go a few days back, well in my days. Say two months or so back

I still remember it was 26^th of February and I was due to meet my best friend whom I was going to see off as she was going to Philippines for her further studies.

Now the 'Logical Me' was that I was very happy. But you know the one who would always be reckless, would tell you to be human, especially the one and only thing that makes you human and that was the 'Emotional Me' was sad.

I just wanted to go and tell her not to go, I still wish sometimes that she would get bored of the things out there and would come back to me, To be with me in the same college at least, if not the class. To talk with me on cell phones for hours and hours and then tease me with numerous guys out there.

But then I think of the time when she would be back with her degree, working in a reputed hospital may be as the senior most doctor, and giving me and my family free treatment… it just makes me smile wide. Again going back on what I thought and praying that she would do fine both academically as well as physically.

Now let me tell you when we had met first.

It was in our school. I was in sixth standard and the most idiotic thing which I had asked her the very moment I had met her was “will you be my best friend?”

The day when I had met her, we had talked about it she had said “yeah even I had thought how stupid is this girl, it’s the first time we are talking and she is asking me to be her best friends?”

But then these stupid things to which we accompany people is what makes those people and us BEST FRIENDS

But look at the irony; she wasn’t my first best friend. I had one earlier.

Our families were/ are great friends. We would practically do everything together, we would match our clothes, have food together, we had our special poem “sushila” and “Sandhya kali” some Marathi rhymes, these were the things which made people realize that we were best friends.

But the thing is we grew up and our friendship became what we people call 'MEMORIES'.

And today the only time we would talk is when we have to wish happy birthday to each other or share the links of our vlog or blog.

Isn’t it really weird. The people who were once a great companion are now so apart that we don’t even have time for a small hii or hello?

No right?

It’s always us who do every single thing. We make friendship with people. We are the ones to bring new people in our life and its us only who make ourselves so busy in that stupid work.

No its not only for the people who have jobs from 9 to 5 or the college going kids who have classes from 8 to 6. Its for every single person out there who once had friends.

Now some would say it is soo embarrassing to talk after such a long time?

Oh really ?

Please come again?

Are we really talking about, talking to that person who other than your family has seen your ‘I just woke up look’  or ‘yeah I really eat like I have come from a drought’ or with whom we had climbed the numerous trees and collect mangoes from them . And mind you we didn’t own the said trees.

If once upon a time we weren’t  shameless to tell them how our first crush dumped us or how our parents had kicked our lovely asses just because we got a C in our report card, then have we really grown up this much that we can't call that person and tell them-

‘Dude you were the only person who had a power to make my day as well as lead me to the Satan's home.’

It is difficult right?

It’s soo difficult to pick up our fancy cellphones and dial the number.

But then again we would have that excuse ‘I don’t have the number’

Then why do you use the social media?

From the time we are born, no I would say from the very beginning when we are not even born it is said that things are destined. Our parents are destined to be together, we are destined to be born to them and become part of that wonderful family.

All relations, our parents, grandparents, uncle aunt, brother and sister etc etc. all are destined to be our relatives. Our birth in a particular family decides whom we will be related in what relation.

But in all these things there is one relation in which none of us is bind to perform or respect nor is it destined, it is us who decide if we want it or not, if we are really worth it or not and the way that relationship begins is way different from the blood or the ones which have started with the consent of our parents and elders.

It’s the first relation which we decide and form on our own, from the scratch; some find it at the playschool some at the gardens or some at the elderly age of 80 while going for their regular checkups, but we do find them and these people are the ones who would understand us just the way our moms do or may be sometimes even more than them.

And that is friendship.

But .

There is always a 'BUT', and I am sure when you all were reading the above para you felt as if you know someone like them, some name came on that lips of yours, some beautiful memories did came, and when the 'BUT' came, as well came the memories of the last day that you might have met.

The day when you had bid an unknown final bye to that first friend, even you didn’t know that it would have been the last time yet it was.

How often you might be seeing at your kids or the kids going to school with their hands round each other’s shoulders and talking and eating the raw mangoes or talking about the said chemistry or math teacher whom they have given that unique names, and those memories of you once being there would have been resurfaced to your mind, a smile would have come up on your face and all that tiredness which you were feeling a minute ago would have walked away.

There would have been this excitement to do that, to call that chemistry teacher names along with your friends, to climb the same mango trees and get the raw fruits and run away not wanting to be caught by the owner, and yet again the slight musky and muddy smell of our classrooms after the long summer vacations which at one time was so irritating and now yet again all you want is to smell the same.

These all things are there, they make you smile, and it’s a time that has went away, something what people would call past, and yet we are still out there in it.

Days keep on going, we all keep on aging yet somewhere that small child is still there, yet that 13 year guy who had seen the most beautiful girl walking down the corridors of the school still stayed there somewhere in the corner of your heart,  yet still laid there that 6 year old boy who would have answered to every sharma uncle that I want to be an engineer yet is something which he actually wanted.

But what about that friend who had walked ahead to that person sitting on a bench, with his heart beating so loudly, mustering his courage to only ask one simple question-

“will you be my friend?”

He is as well there, but the fact is every single memory and every single thing is acknowledged but that person who is again and again calling out for you to acknowledge him.

Asking you to muster up some more courage and find out that first friend of yours who told you what actually friendship is. What actually it feels to share your lunch-box with someone.

We all know that time is one of the most precious thing, it doesn’t wait for anyone, there isn’t any perfect timing, if you feel that there is something left that you should have told to someone then go ahead do it, may be go ahead call that person, and as well acknowledge that every person down there in your heart whom you have buried as the hours needle in the clock ticked by.

Many times people say give some time to your family, I would say give time to yourself and your friends. Because somewhere what all we do is for our family we do have those small family gatherings, weddings, birthdays, picnics etc for that family.

But what about those, who were there with us more than our family, did at one time?

Once school is over the school friends end up in the photographs, once the college is over the college friends end up in our college albums, but when we take over our family they always end up in reminders, priorities, and many more things.

We have heard many times that school and college days are said to be best, why?

Because in those days we don’t add up the things related to them in reminders or priorities, we add them up to our heart to our interest, if we do a particular thing willingly from our heart it would be the best

And again who would make us realize that – our friends.

Then why to really led them to those albums and memories why not acknowledge them?

Just think about it, after your summer vacations when you used to go to school how cheerfully you all used to greet that friend, what a big smile used to come on your  face just seeing them – and that to only after a leave of 60 days.

Now imagine for some it would have been years, decades or as well days.

But if you would send a small hii and if the reply would be “ohh hiii how are you its been such a long time yaar I missed you soo much!!”

Got that warm feeling right?

If reading from here is giving you this then think what would it really do when you would receive it from that old and good friend of yours.

Family is something which people and doctors as well call blood related people who are destined to be yours by the god.

But a friend is the one whom you choose from the possibility of 99% of you not being his or her friend.

Miracles happen on the verge on 1% and you choosing a friend for the possibility of 99% that you won’t be that persons friend , that 1 % is a miracle which you create by choosing that person to be your friend.

If you are the miracle creator don’t let that miracle just wipe away because of the mere distance from where you two live or because of some misunderstanding or the most dangerous thing called ego.

Do another miracle, acknowledge that young boy who had mustered some courage to ask that question and once again you muster a bit of courage and ask him again whether he would like to be your friend again.

There is whole lot of chances that you would receive a positive response.

As good friends are quite a few to get and childhood friends are the best you could ever get.  

P.s I miss you a lot Siddhi, Adhiti and Saakshi and love you all too, thanks a lot for being there in my life as my friends.



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