I will admit that this wasn’t a topic I was planning to blog on so soon . But since my friend Sharon suggested, that I “feel” the topic and try summarising the gist of it, I took up the challenge. Like I have made it clear always, I am always up for a good challenge. Except when it comes from Chuck Norris. That’s one dude you all should steer away from. Nuf said !
Coming to the topic, we all have heard and forgotten a million times the adage that we should stop and smell the roses. (provided they are not biogenetically enhanced varieties courtesy of BJP. Oh ! Aren’t they lotus? Whatever..) . In a world when every other week Samsung is launching consecutive versions of its S series (basically the same phone but with different set of wallpapers !) , and corporates are being acquired by other corporates to form bigger corporates ( READ MICROSOFT ACQUIRED NOKIA 😛 ), it’s really tasking to stay rooted in our current life . Also since the arrival of facebook, it’s all the more impossible to forget your past, especially when your ex girlfriend who dumped you has posted her honeymoon pics in switzerland, wearing the shortest of dresses , revealing parts unreavealed in your tryst with her! (Inspired by true Events) 😉
What I’m trying to say is , the world is ever so smaller and the people inhabiting are ever so closer (to the point of practically groping) . Day in and day out you have memories, thoughts, pictures, songs, videos, places and most importantly people blasting from the past and slapping you in the face, making you either wince or smile in nostalgia. I’ve had few of my friends call me up at 2 am midnight and say
“Aliya, Avalde ormakal aada oranam adichapol ! “
[For those of you uninitiated in the language of Malayalam which recently acquired heritage status it translates as – ” Dude, After boozing, its her memories haunting me ! “] .
I usually deliver a string of choice expletives (without the hashtag !) and switch of my phone! I mean if he knows , he is gonna have this nostalgic chewing the cud scenario, why the hell then booze! Ah.. But then who could resist the smell of Jack Daniel’s, eh bro’s? 😉
Personally am an emotional train wreck when it comes to handling these past memories and thoughts of my future prospects. They just hit me and freeze me up until either my mom conks me on my head and does an opera of the highest pitch known to man, or until I just get tired of wallowing in my sorrows. Whatever, it’s done deal that I just throw away precious 3 – 4 hours in this self pity and nerve wrecking tension. And then I spent another 3 – 4 hours thinking why do i do that ! Talk about needing counselling. 😛
The best solution I have seen is in the form of my superhuman parents. Especially my mom, who has a scary knack of recognizing my mood from even the dress i wear! This is a typical conversation that happens one morning
Mom (using her system) – “So what is it today ? “
Me ( just walking in to the room after dressing for office) -“What ! “
Mom ( Smirking and looking at her system with a neutral face ) – ” Is it friends, past life or job? “
Me – ” WHAT!! pfffttt…! Am fine.. What are you blabbering?” ( I wonder at these times how on earth did I win best actor awards in school days for cultural fests ! I royally suck in hiding my surprise at her ambush! )
Mom ( still smirking, turns finally to face me, and delivers point blank, her classic trademark copyrighted dialogue) – ” Ninne njana pette, allathe nee enne alla !!
[ Translation – “I gave birth to you bwoy, not vice versa! “]
GAME OVER !! All the air whooshes out of me , and I pour out my heart. She listens and nods and then tells
” Are you going to go back in time and make it right? No . Then try avoiding the same ,if your smart ( a definite jab! ) , and get on with your otherwise wonderful life, which your dad and me are ensuring is pretty much okay”.
I just feel to hug her then, but I wont be caught dead showing her my relief. 😛 I stand straight , puff up my chest again with air, smirk and say “Whatever” , and run for my car. So much to show what few remains of my male chauvinist pride. But what she has said is such a stunning and absurdly beautiful cosmic truth, that I hug her like a child, who had a bad dream, in my thoughts. (Now you know mom! And hold that tongue for that sarcastic dialogue you just had formulating. Not interested ! 😛 )
Eventually as my wise superwoman told me, I don’t have to shun the past , to hide its after effects. All I have to realise and go on with, is the simple thought that what I became now , is a result of my past, however difficult it might have been. I just have to learn from the travelled paths where i slipped , and imbibe a certain common sense (rarest commodity in India, particularly in politics and movies) , to notice that rut on the road , where I slipped. As for those of you , who ask “So what then about your future plans and worries? “
One of my earliest heroes from the science world has an awesome statement that I would like to deliver in trademark Rajini style
“I never think of the future – it comes soon enough.” – Albert Einstein 😛