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Articles: My Thoughts | Nostalgia
- Mrs. Sai Padmaja
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From moving into a new house from a rental 3 room place, to my younger brother's birth, to school, to smiling faces, to teachers, to friends, to college, to fun and laughing for everything, to university, to work and seeing macho dad retiring and talking as if his life is over, to amma attachment to spirituality growing.....so many memories make my childhood to now; it feels like yesterday that I came here after marriage and now days turned into months and years passed by.
I still remember loud speakers blaring out film songs just during exams, and 'Ganapati Bappa Maurya' reverberating in the air during ganesh chaturthi... ummm... nostalgia creeps in. Now, every time an Indian ethnic festival comes and goes, there is a general yearning for a way of life that no longer seems to exist for me here.... so many memories and so many faces come in with the thought of life in India. When we moved here, we would often speak with nostalgia of the life back home we had so taken for granted and wonder how foolish we had been not to collect each and every face, each and every word, picture and store it off in a vault. Now the fresh memories of India are just phone calls to family and short visits home and you feel you lost the connection some where in between.
I still remember the smell of fresh rain, standing in the bus stop frantically waiting for the jam packed RTC bus to come so I can go home early and escape my mom's lecture about how crime increased in Hyderabad and how irresponsible I am getting to be.
It is funny sometimes how you remember certain people from your childhood and teenage years. You don't think about them much then, aside from the odd passing comment. Then, as the time passes on, nostalgia sets in. Slowly, these characters attain a soft glow in your mind and you try to connect them with the memories. Like wise I stored away in my cells few very dear faces and among them I was particularly looking up a very dear old friend; well it took over 5 years to know the whereabouts but the way we could connect was great.
But how do you look up all the people who meant something to you but each took a different life's path and moved away, and how do we stop parents from aging, how do you stop so many changes from happening ??? Except sitting in a quiet corner and writing this piece can we alter life's course?? All we can do is take life as it comes and keep creating memories for all our tomorrows:)
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