There were times we didn’t mind being at home, cuddling around our mother whole day and hugging her at frequent intervals.. In the race for getting money and power and what not, we now rarely get leave and holidays to spend one day with her.

There were times we played with our relatives and cousins and siblings in holidays. And now they all are grown up. They now meet at the occasional functions and say hi and bye together with a smile.

There were times we sat in the back bench in our old school and played with the pencils, pens and boxes of your school friends and longed for one day to wear the color dress. Now, you are busy buying sarees to attend the same school friend’s marriage function. You discuss and make fun of them and then end up thinking, one more off the chain…

There were times when we bunked the college classes to hang around here and there writing assignments, and records and laughing for every word we said even amidst the tensions of lab and semester exams. Now, even when we are just few miles apart, we rarely call each other…

There were times we enjoyed the beauty of life with our room mates and friends, by hanging out and being in the room. The discussions and jokes, the frustrated rants about the office work, the fever and illness downtimes, watching of movies, the beach outing, the photo sessions, the lunch and dinner treats and the group shopping, the Uno and donkey card games, the making fun of each other with the relationships and all. Now, all are scattered in different parts of the world, with barely few phone calls and mails to each other…

PS: The alarm clock next to me, shrieked heavily. It was already 7 in the morning. Its another day already.
But.. ain’t I slept just a few mins ago…! Hmmm… Mayb not..

Thought of writing a nostalgic post about childhood, dad, mom, sis, about how we used to enjoy the Saturdays n Sundays at home, about how me, mom and sis used to go for films for watching movies, about how me n dad used to watch the cricket from the sofa in the hall, about how I used to watch the sanskrit news and the news for the impaired in DD1, about how I learnt riding the cycle, about the first time I was granted to ride the Kinetic by dad, while coming back from the tuition classes, about how he used to advice me on reading the English newspaper, Hindu, about how we all together enjoy the regional feature film at 4.00 pm every Sunday sipping mom’s tea, the cuddled nap (rather sleep) in Sunday afternoons, the school friends, the various singing classes, entrance tuitions, women’s college friends, the enjoyment of being among the gang, admission to engineering, college friends, bunking of classes, the group song rehearsals, the group dance (the first and also the last I guess) rehearsals, the leg-pulling, the semester and university exams, the campus interviews, the placement, shifting to Chennai, the missing of the good old school and family friends, sister’s marriage, newly born nephew, the times I took the first and second nephews in my hands, their staring eyes, and many more…..

Thought of writing about the Chennai memories, the Kelambakkam, Baba Ashram, the training classes, the first hostel life with the room mates and hostel mates, enjoying the cyclone with Antakshari and songs, the glances of the northie boys, the canteen, the dhaba, the learning of new languages, making new friends, sharing the stories with people, moving to new flat with new room mates, getting adjusted to the various situations, sharing their silent tears, their ups and downs, their anger, their frustrations, the group outings for films and beach and shopping, the boring lonely days, sharing of personal life stories and their secrets and fears, the marriages, the career growth and many more…

Thought of writing about life, human beings, the intrications of human mind, brain, body, the diseases, the curable and non-curable, the patients, our loved ones, the short-living nature of life, the pressures, the tensions, the tears, the fears, the emotions, the greediness for money, luxury, the changing life-style, the hip-hop style, the bare truth of death, the comparison, the dreams, the unfulfilled wishes, the innumerous people of the world, love, faith, friendship, and other relations, the various beliefs for which we fight for, the past relations, the years we lived so far….

Aaah.. I am getting headache……I don’t know what to write in this post yet… better stop now..