Hmmm, here again there's something which is as strange as nostalgia. Law of intertia, suprisingly, holds true in human lives too. As it applies for bodies at rest and those in motion, it applies equally well for humans living at a place. I had to face this recently when I had to move out of my home city. At the outset, it doesn't make any difference until you start leaving or until you leave. For me, as the time to depart was approaching, I was gradually getting unsettled. So, by the time I had to step in Bangalore, this feeling was so heavy that I was thinking it would have been great if all my travel was a dream. I felt like running back home, and not go out again. I still feel that I came out of the city for an outing and have not relocated.
I guess that happens again once I depart this city, which is not in near future. But, life's so strange that you have to experience such things. Nevertheless, it's those things which add variety and color to life; which bring us fond memories when we retrospect...
Tuesday, July 17, 2007
Thursday, July 12, 2007
Adieu
My friend I'm nuts
As I recall the day you departed
The fresh breeze that evening brought
Drying my tears before they oozed out
Wretched was my life
jammed up with futile work
Which fenced me from coming to station
to get a last glimpse of you dear
parting was tough, but inevitable.
My heart breaks, yet gods wouldn't stop time.
I console myself with the memories we share
as we find our own ways of living.
The time doesn't come back
this truth makes me gloomy
yet I wish it gets back
When we all live those moments
Now I await the great day
When I get a slight chance
To realize my feelings and hope
And lavish my time with you
That reminds me of great departure
When again we are crushed
As we part ways in search of living
Only hoping for days to come back
As I recall the day you departed
The fresh breeze that evening brought
Drying my tears before they oozed out
Wretched was my life
jammed up with futile work
Which fenced me from coming to station
to get a last glimpse of you dear
parting was tough, but inevitable.
My heart breaks, yet gods wouldn't stop time.
I console myself with the memories we share
as we find our own ways of living.
The time doesn't come back
this truth makes me gloomy
yet I wish it gets back
When we all live those moments
Now I await the great day
When I get a slight chance
To realize my feelings and hope
And lavish my time with you
That reminds me of great departure
When again we are crushed
As we part ways in search of living
Only hoping for days to come back
Monday, July 9, 2007
Nostalgia
I'd love to write pages and pages about this particular feeling. Nostalgia is one such feeling you would feel when you depart somebody or recall somebody after missing them or the strange feeling which pains you when you come across places you've been very dear with in the past, while listening to your once favorite music, and what not! One can be nostalgic in every way.
Nostalgia for me is as sweet a pain as love, though I haven't experienced so called 'love'. It's awful to undergo nostalgia although you would admit you still do not want to do away with that. One such feeling which takes you back to your past and makes you relish those thoughts. Though the days become old, the memories stay still afresh.
In this nostalgia I'd like to write about a few favorite tracks of mine which would make my heart throbbing. It was the time I joined a college for my graduation. I lived with my friends in a rusty place. Then was released a movie which went on to become a biggest hit of that year. Those days you would invariably find that music being played in everybody's rooms, in every commercial space and in every auto. Though that music hasn't impressed me as it had a few others, it was a fresh music to listen to. I'd pay heed to those songs if not very keenly. And lately, I came across somebody playing that music. The feeling which I underwent was terrible. I couldn't think of anything else, for sometime my heart's beat went awry. Though I haven't enjoyed the music very well in the old days, but the music has brought along the memories with that. Those good old times flashed across my mind so fresh that I had regretted for missing those days.
All I'd like to say is, nostalgia might not be directly related to the things which had happened sometimes ago in our lives. It could be something else, could be something which we would not like. But those things always bring us fond memories. And those memories are with us forever.
Nostalgia for me is as sweet a pain as love, though I haven't experienced so called 'love'. It's awful to undergo nostalgia although you would admit you still do not want to do away with that. One such feeling which takes you back to your past and makes you relish those thoughts. Though the days become old, the memories stay still afresh.
In this nostalgia I'd like to write about a few favorite tracks of mine which would make my heart throbbing. It was the time I joined a college for my graduation. I lived with my friends in a rusty place. Then was released a movie which went on to become a biggest hit of that year. Those days you would invariably find that music being played in everybody's rooms, in every commercial space and in every auto. Though that music hasn't impressed me as it had a few others, it was a fresh music to listen to. I'd pay heed to those songs if not very keenly. And lately, I came across somebody playing that music. The feeling which I underwent was terrible. I couldn't think of anything else, for sometime my heart's beat went awry. Though I haven't enjoyed the music very well in the old days, but the music has brought along the memories with that. Those good old times flashed across my mind so fresh that I had regretted for missing those days.
All I'd like to say is, nostalgia might not be directly related to the things which had happened sometimes ago in our lives. It could be something else, could be something which we would not like. But those things always bring us fond memories. And those memories are with us forever.
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