Memorables

In 26.5 years of life, I have accumulated enough memories. It is hardly feasible to recollect all of them everyday. In the normal routine of day to day activities and deadlines, I hardly recall any memories at all these days. Sometimes, a trigger comes in form of an old email that someone forwards, or an old piece of paper that falls out of a book, or some other way. These memories come in all flavors, good and bad, happy and sad - but precious all the same, for its all mine!!!

Hyderabad has a wonderful climate here in June. I wish I could bunk office and go for a long drive in my activa everyday. But see, I am my sincere (ahem ahem) self, hence end up dragging myself to office. Last Thursday was no different. I looked out of the window and would have bet it was 6PM, but my watch, computer and internet all showed 12 noon IST unanimously. You know, my lifestyle is great. I wake up, cook, get ready, come to office, work, go back home, eat, sleep. Whattay! I hardly get out of office, not even to see how it looks from outside. Well I thought, the climate is so nice, lets go for a walk! The walk triggered some memories...

I saw an image of the girl walking past me in the very same hitec city roads with an umbrella... She was the only one in the road who was walking in that hot mid may afternoon. She was walking one kilometer when all her friends came by auto. Well, she's saving money. After all, she's going to get higher education soon, every penny saved will matter, no?

She walked back 3Km to reach her room. She finished the pathetic hostel dinner and went back to studies at 7PM as usual. She studied amidst the main road's noise and friends' chatter. She went through the practice tests she had taken that morning praying to God she did not repeat any mistakes. She studied, practised, strategized for the next test - till the clock stuck 11, long after her roommates had slept. She closed her books, said her prayer and went to sleep.

She woke up at 4:45 to answer the alarm, enthusiastic as though she was going to change the world that day. She opened the balcony door and saw the empty main road shining with bright neon lights. She prayed again, hoping her future was bright as well. Another dawn another test for her. She evaluated her tests (usual silly mistakes awww), woke her roommate and went to have a pathetic breakfast. She walked through the balcony staring at the morning traffic and started mugging up the words from Barons. Even an hour a day was not enough to get her English improved. Duh! Out she came at 8:30 with her bright violet umbrella and started walking again.

That active, cheerful, studious, hardworking, god fearing young lady was doing a penance in the name of CAT. All this to make the lazy, cynical, confused, unclear, probablistically spiritual me who wakes up at 7:30 after snoozing off the alarm twice and goes for a job that I hardly like... Duh! Dont you hate me? I do :)

Thank God, memories exist!

~*~ Bhars