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Sunset @ Tanjavur BIG Temple
Right from petty things in life like moving to this place from there or changing the background wallpaper for yr desktop, to some little more useful stuff like changing your lifestyle to be in a better shape and health, to much more important aspects like changing your perspective about life itself … see anything common in there ???
Yeah … its CHANGE … by this time, 24 yrs of life has thought me that if at all there is anything constant in life … its change …
A thought occurs … why not accept this change in the right spirit ??? sometimes we do … but not most of the other time … we dont !!!
Just thinking about it, it starts making sense … like the veil of maya slowly lifting from within us … Life would become so much more simpler if we all started accepting the change … both within and around us ….
Heres to the change … that lives on !!!
When I was younger, I could remember anything, whether it had happened or not.
Now I am in reality older than what my mother thinks. To clarify myself I am done with more than 2/3rd of my life and the question I am asking today is how many memories do I have till this moment? He who is not very strong in memory should not try this at home and can just have convenient memory like your politicians. Once when I failed in my history exam, my mother on my uncle’s advice (Prof. History, Govt. University, who was flown on a very short notice) made me take oath over a flame that I should be writing everything in point and number them. So since here I am writing history I am duty bound.
1- I have memories of my mother giving me milk glass in front of my class girls, before I am about to board school bus. I felt like a cockroach lying on his back. In the evening she will again give me another glass in front my tuition teacher, who will say “come on hurry up”. I was blackmailed and tortured to have milk right on time whenever some friend came, calling for me. If caught throwing milk in flower pots I would be given milk 3 times a day possibly to the maximum capacity a tumbler can take. U see there were no human right people those days. This memory haunts me even now.
2- I have memories of my father taking me to barber shop every alternate weekend. I used to cry and was major entertainment for everyone at that shop. My father would read newspaper and I would be handed over to barber who will have no mercy at my plight. 10 minutes of haircut would be felt like one full Himesh Reshamia video song; it doesn’t just kill but kill the very desire to live. Now, I love getting haircut once in three months and prefer a unisex salon with filmfare in waiting lounge.
3- I have memories of my sister coming and enquiring about my lunch box to my friends. It was well after India got independence but my each fundamental right was questioned. My sister immediate reporting officer was my class teacher Mrs. Mona Mohanthy (MOMO). MOMO who was a friend to my mother and had no mercy, She had even made me eat my Tiffin in front of entire class room.Even now she never leaves a chance to remind me of her gallantry performance in my childhood. I have no guilty of pulling her daughter’s hair 5 times a day.
4- Why is it that our memory is good enough to retain the least triviality that happens to us, and yet not good enough to recollect how often we have told it to the same person? I remember my mother telling me everyday even now without fail “ I love u, Montu”
Sooner or later we all quote our mothers. My mother always says “ Eat, Eat and Eat”. At the time of writing this blog, Author weigh 78 Kgs.
Patriotism is an arbitrary adoration of real estate above principle. We are the most superior nation in the world, our culture go back more than 5000 years in history, we were civilized even before cloths were invented. My nation and I, we both had and have same problem…
My teeth were totally rotten when I was a kid and I would crib for chocolates, but it was published that one more chocolate and I would be gifted 32 carat 32 gem set. My sister who was of better quality in all aspects since the beginning would only eat her chocolate in front of me always; she used to enjoy it more that ways. My mother who was never away from the plight of her son used to tell me how strong and intelligent I am for not having those good for nothing chocolates. I started believing that I am really a blessed child. I was never told “ Son, u have weak teeth and to get married some day u need to take extra care of those weak teeth.” I was a saint who could go without chocolates. Oh mummy I owe u so many facts „„,
Don’t look so close that u loose focus, so my request to you all on this Independence Day is “Please don’t be serious about anything”, yes u heard me right and I am serious this time.
Being serious about religion demolishes Babri Masjid and I don’t see any good coming out of it except for the fact that on every anniversary of the day we are touched and frisked at a very high rate and those large security check lines I love them, we get to make new friends and talk more on mobiles.
Being serious about culture increases sale of Pink Chaddis. People in India know how to change public transport from old to new, Once they become serious about something, the first thing they do is to torch public buses, trains. I request u all to get serious last time and Target Air India. Air India deserve euthanasia, lets save it from slow and costly death.
An idle mind thinks that as a country we should not take ourselves very serious.
George Bernard Shaw (1856 - 1950)