Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Memories. Show all posts

Thursday, September 11, 2014

Reflections

The 26th year of my life on earth began on rather morose note. Being alone in a new city, without any real friends to speak of, no means to go places is a sure formula to get one into mild depression. (Is it just me, or that people having most of the basic stuff in life sorted getting depressed is sort of ironic.) At such junctures in life, I'm glad to have been born in a culture which gives high regard to the family structure and it's accompanying support system. They were able to talk me out of despair, sort out my problems one at a time. New home, new car, and a family vacation put the zest back in my life.

By December of 2013, I'd began to look to fill other gaps in my life. Like the ability to make friends. Especially girls. I don't recall how exactly, but I managed to land up on a dating website, and started talking to people.

I was very, very selective at first, which led to the superlative quality of discussions. The people I dated initially were mostly extremely smart, driven individuals, willing to look for people of the same type in the short term horizon. Being with them made me understand, how not ready I was to settle down.

There is one maxim which my mom had taught me which kinda  rang true even before I could seriously consider any "settling down". "No money, no honey" indicating if I couldn't afford to support another person financially, I shouldn't even think about taking up such responsibility.

However, I feel that the maxim doesn't fully capture the intricacy of the prerequisites needed to consider settling down. The amount of parameters that need to align in order to even consider spending your life with someone seems to make my fretting over selecting a car laughable.

Some people believe that such things happen when the time is right; I don't completely buy that. Yes, there is some aspect of luck involved, but most of my friends I see happily married around me also made some efforts which finally resulted into them getting together for life. I believe as time progresses, the efforts needed to find that right person naturally intensify not only because one feels the need for emotional attachment to someone special, but also because the pool of such people only shrinks with time.

People seem to look down upon fervent efforts for emotional happiness, but applaud hard work which goes towards improving one's career. This seems odd to me. Personal happiness comes from different things, some derive it from work, some from their social life, their family, parents, wife, siblings & children. I don't understand why it's wrong if a person of the latter kind makes fervent endeavors to better his/her social life over his/her professional life.

The 26th year of my life on earth has come to a close today, and after filling a gap in my life I feel that I have mostly experienced what every normal 26yo at my age has. (Apart from the drinking, smoking and other crazier aspects). I have the knowledge I need, the experience, to make decisions. How to make such decisions is going to be interesting, I know I've not reached my professional potential, so prioritizing that and searching for emotional happiness along with progressing my hobbies is going to need some awesome time management. Well, guess that's what I need to learn quickly, managing my time. Because I know, people can do such things in parallel, and if someone else can do it, why not me? :)

Sunday, September 12, 2010

Creating a time capsule.

The concept of time travel has always captured my imagination ever since I was a small kid. Not only was the science involved quirky in itself, but the ramifications of such a journey, were it ever made were mind-boggling to say the least. Of late this interest of mine was further heightened after I watched for the very first time the Back to the Future series. By sheer coincidence, the book Timeline, that I had picked out of my local library that week, happened to dwell on the very same subject of time travel (Both these two are fantastic pieces of work. Do enjoy them if you get a chance).

The flood of time travel based stories in my daily routine set up my own train of thought. I wondered how it would be do go back in time and relieve those old incidents which i so fondly remember(Also, i don't know why, but at a personal level i prefer travelling to the past rather than the future. The latter would kill all the surprise i think. :P). 

Anyhow, I decided even though a real time machine hasn't been invented yet, I would set of on my own journey into the past, wherein my mind would be the metaphorical Train, navigating through the crisscross tapestry of my memories which would serve as the tracks. 

This sort of journey has a dual purpose. For one, it serves as a nice reality check, to see what really are the Days that stand out, as I celebrate 23 years of existence on this planet(I celebrated my b'day recently). Secondly, it helps me sorta achieve my dream of time travel. In this post, I intend to create an archive of memories. I call this archive, a Time Capsule. As we very well know, nothing on this internet is every forgotten. Hence, if ever in the future, I felt the need to travel back into time, I could use my Time Capsule and relive forgotten memories.

So here goes(Roughly in chronological order):

My earliest memory from my holiday in Singapore, I was clinging on to elephant pleading to my dad for one more go..but dad wouldn't budge..I really wanted to go on it again. :( Associated memory, my mom got called onto the stage and was hugged by a chimp :D

During the time of the first gulf war, there was this impending fear the Iraq would invade UAE, and Saddam Hussien was quite a figure then. So, whenever I used to stand in our house balcony, my mom used to scare me saying.."Saddam Hussien achi tokhe khadi wendo" (Saddam hussein will come and take you away). This trick worked without fail to scare me out of my wits.

Going to the hospital to see my mom( my mom was about to give birth to my sister! ) and I in my usual temperamental moods cried I didn't want a baby sister!!!( thank god mom didnt listen :P) and banged the eating table against the wall just missing my mom's head !( dont remember my exact thoughts then..i think i was mostly pissed because mom had been away from home so long...don't think there was any fear of division of love..)

Shifting from My oldest home..called "Lika waaro ghar"(house with scribbles of my artwork on the wall :P) to the flat opposite to us.

Going to the dentist with my dad to Rashid Hospital...At one point when the dirty dentist drilled like crazy and I couldn't take the pain any more..I said enough and kicked the Dentist in the face/chest and ran out of the hospital! my dad must have been red-faced then.. :)

My mom sending me down to watch some queen Diana who was passing by our road on her visit to UAE. I caught a lady waving out of her posh car..i do remember i saw someone( but the face is fuzzy now) but little did i know how big this Princess was to become. She was killed in a car  crash around 5 or so years later.

The endless days of cricket and 7 stones and hide n seek which i used to play with my local gang, nishant, tarun, hardik among others..adil, kasim, punit...I remember the hiding place in the godown which was sometimes opened...and when the owner discovered that he would threaten to lock us in...the innumerable times we hit ghatia aunty's window and ran away when she came out to scream! :) .. Hitting the ball into opposite balcony and jumping into them to fetch it..

My sister's first gestures...her kutukutu kutu kutu with arm waving gesture..(baby language for " I want bread Jam! " )..my sis falling on her face and breaking all her milk teeth in one shot!

My dad's first office phone no...his taking us to the first office among others..

Me running away from the bus stop when the bus was about to come..to the utter horror of my mom...i still remember that hiding place..!

Mom sending me(now a big kid) to buy sauce from (i dont remember the grocery name) and I discovered on the way that i had broken the sauce bottle and hence was feeling so guilty...i called up mom in almost a crying state from metlaa grocery...(funny how we remember such insignificant details vividly).

Me poking my classmates eye with my pencil...caused him to get stitches..

The same friend going and standing behind the girl Aarti in KG1 in the middle of the prayer when we were supposed to have our eyes closed...

Me quietly writing my arabic exam when the guy in front of me decides to look back and remarks "noooo, this is wrong..see mine that is right..." I copied his answer and that was the only answer i got wrong. My final score was 99.97% and one mark short of a perfect score. Also, i was tied with one other person. That was the guy in front of me. I learnt my lesson in copying that day. (class 1)

Me stealing gum from my friends bag's side pocket..only to be repramainded thorougly by mom and quietly slipped it in the next day.. :P ..

Me sitting in the first bench and turning back to get a rubber when i got Thwacked on the face by Miss Sonu...how i was filled with rage that day on getting slapped for not getting a rubber...

Also remember hiding our steel scales in Arabic period, lest our teacher see them and use them to hit us!

This has turned out to be longer than expected...

will cover the rest in subsequent posts..

GoodBye for now! :)