Memories....

I have realised that I start thinking/brooding/reminiscing when I either have nothing to do, or when I so much to do that I tell my mind, "Chuck work, wanna think/brood/reminisce and go for a walk down the memory lane?" My mind takes the easier route of taking the 'walk'. This weekend was one of those days.....There are some memories that are so deeply entrenched that they come back rushing in, just at the thought of the 'walk'.

There we were strolling down the 'lane'. Lets take the farthest lanes not the nearby ones. Not the 'first job, first day of college' ones but the farthest ones. The "20 year back" lanes, The "मैंने अपने होश भी नही संभाले थे" lanes. The lane to my surprise was all filled up. I thought the sights, sounds, smells would have long gone away. I thought the streets,if not completely empty, would be all dusty, the pictures would be hazy. But, the memories were so vividly laid out as if it were the nearby lanes. Memories of joy, sadness, laughter, pain, ecstasy, disappointments, exhilaration, depression, fear, they were all there, lined up with all their audio and visual pieces intact. The colours were not faded, the voices were not cracked, the memories were not debilitated one bit. They were infact in perfect shape. "Lets avoid the sad ones", I said. I hoped that 'time' would come and evict these unwanted hawkers from the lanes and they would fade away into oblivion one day. The others, I hoped would stay right there, forever. The memory of me being lost in a busy bazaar still had my crying voice, the chance serpent encounter still had my scream, the first day of school still had all the hues. The excitement of my first movie theatre experience, the disappointment of being thrown out of a dance and many more, all had one thing in common, they were like imprints made on wet cement.

It seems like events that evoke extreme emotions leave an indelible mark in the form of memory. These memories never fade with time. I presume everyone experiences this. Everyone must have had such experiences in their early childhood, that just stick and never go away. One can recall all those small details, the colors, the sounds, the people around....

So, the weekend was spent, pun definitely intended. The walk ended rather abruptly when someone knocked on the door. But no regrets, since I know, that I can take the walk anytime...I know, those streets would never be empty...I sure hope so.

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P.S. Credit to Parikshit for helping me pen down my thoughts. Don't Sue me for plagiarism...Please!!!:)

Biggest regret....

I came across this movie while browsing the net and the article title really started the thought train in my head. The article asks its readers to share their biggest regrets in life. Its amazing how some things give you the "Whole life went flashing before my eyes" kinda experience. What's, my biggest one regret? Well, too many of them....

I enjoyed the movie though. It is about 12 min long. So it can be watched without battling an eyelid......quite literally :)