Category: Nostalgia

From Ten to Twenties

June to September is Rainy Season in India. These years it seems to have taken rest for two to three weeks of June and it planned to proceed last week onwards. It is not a good sign for farmers as well as to the people who manage city’s water supply and to those who get benefit of it as well(includes me), in short term everyone gets heat of it.

In school days I liked rains not because I cared about above situations instead I had a free mind that could swing in any direction. Splashing water on the riverbank, well that wasn’t allowed during high rains but could that limit us? I did dance in the rain without any fear of catching cold or fever which today I fear. Well, dancing! What is that? You sort of may have a definition for that, correct? Well I didn’t know what dance forms available in the world I was making use of but I certainly was dancing. Today you ask me to dance I sort of have problem, what that problem is, do you know? What people may think since I haven’t practiced either of available dance forms! That is the issue! Nowadays I am trying to get rid this dilemma and focus on what I am thinking of me rather than what others are of me.

Leaving the thing aside of others and me, let’s just begin with me only. I hardly carried umbrella to school and didn’t have fear of getting drenched. Nowadays when it rains I am different person from what I used to be. I however do not carry umbrella but wear a raincoat on bike making sure that not a single drop to touches my body. And when I reach office fighting my way with the heavy rains, I get a feeling of feat that not a single drop reached my ironed clothes. How different have I become? What has changed so much in me that I don’t like drops of this very rains I loved to dance in?

Well with time everything changes but one must make sure they don’t change their attitude ‘especially if it is positive’ and things they love to do. You know what? I have planned not to wear raincoat while riding home even if it is raining heavily!!

The Best January!

Every person has a story to tell so do I.

I was at twelfth grade at High School College and had a crush on a girl from a same residential area in the town. Well technically I had crush on her two three years before that but never felt like telling anyone. But since I was at high school and I had this insecurity of someone good looking guy in her college might propose her and she finding no idea about my feeling for her would say yes to that guy. So I had to proceed with my own ideas. My sister Sarah (Not blood relations though) who is her best friend had to take an initiative to tell her that I liked her best friend. I told my sister that I like her best friend and her reactions were, “oh, how is that possible, how can you like Natalie? Well buddy forget that she is out of your reach! Her dad is a very big industrialist and look at you who is nothing I mean nothing!I said I will do anything it takes to reach her as long as I am alive, Sarah well, good for you but I think you should forget about her as she is my best friend and I don’t want to get involved in this.” So my sister refused to help in this matter and I was not so ok but had to be ok with it. (I hated the way my so called sister compared my liking for with her father’s practical accumulation)

Soon news started spreading in the house and so forth and I was left with nothing but a boring irony of thinking not about her. Every member of the house who I respected warned me of doing such a mistake but I didn’t listen to any of them. I started messaging her secretly through a social media site and never received a response though. It was mid-winter and I was wearing my shorts and no sweater on and was shivering a lot, it was one day just after I had sent a text to her; I was asked to bring some grocery stuff from a nearby store. I remember the day too it was Sunday and 4th day of Jan 2009, morning around 6:54 am sun rays were just started showing up on the road and I heard a familiar sound of a vehicle and my heart started beating faster and yes it started beating faster when I realized! And there she was going home from somewhere I don’t know and was smiling at me!! Look she was smiling, a pleasing smile and she looks right at me no one behind or aside me, just at me and pass by! Well I could not help my joy anymore I was at the seventh heaven for that very moment I thought that I got everything I had lost in this world and I did want it to last as long as possible. I too looked at her and smile and seemed like communication completed happily! She parks her scooter in front of her house and I stood somewhere 100 feet away near a house which is shaped like a hut, happily and unable to make any move or utter a word but just stare at her. For a few minutes we both stared at each other after some time she went inside her house and I too had to head towards my grocery store…..

The Day on the Riverbank

Image“Hey! It’s raining outside and what ‘a you doing, let’s play!” Said one of my childhood friends when I lived in village, I mostly savored those times. School-time was 9 am to 5 pm with one hour interval after every subject that too lasted for an hour max and sometimes used to be skipped when it used to rain not because they could not teach us when it rained but it would become difficult for them to reach their home safely as most of the teachers lived in nearby town or village. I would envy my fellow friends at times when my teacher planned to keep the session longer for my class and others were asked to leave so that they could enjoy playing in rain. Well-being a smart student has its’ own disadvantages at the early age.

No! I enjoyed a lot at my early age and that is the reason I wanted to write about! Leaving some odd scenarios aside, mostly it happened that when it rained we never took permission from our teacher to go home and don’t ask what we did! Ran away!

Being the rainy season most of us carried a plastic bag so that our books didn’t get wet, well who cared if they did! Parents’ advice ‘precautions’!!

I would never forget those times or times will not allow me to. It would happen that we danced in the rain, I still wonder what music we danced upon but it was simply amazing. Those times when rain would stop and clogged water needed ways to reach the riverbanks and how we voluntarily loved to make those ways and often get covered in the mud and get hurt in the process by broker tree branches but never heard complaining words from parents about such fun!( I guess they too loved to do it when they were young) Yes they would restrict us from swimming in the river when it recently rained but after two or three days when there weren’t chances of raining and sun shone like it won’t allow rain to take away our joy of swimming, they wouldn’t even question. I loved swimming in the river and nowadays when I have grown up I hardly can find such thing to enjoy. You may consider my height by my age at that age as I don’t exactly know what it might have been 😀  (As far as I remember I was 12 or 13 years old) and remember that water normally was above my waist and flow wasn’t much fast either, the place at the bank we dived was a bit deep and water over there was above my head but never feared to dive in. How day would pass no one of us would have any idea nor did anyone care until it got dark and felt that stomach needs something inside it to make us feel energetic. I hardly remember if anybody taught me to swim yet swimming was never a challenge and now it has been days that I went for swimming in the river.

I remember one of the instances; I and my fellow friends went for swimming as usual at the bank and there wasn’t a sign of rain at all since last few days. We threw all our clothes and dived in. Recently I had learned a new move-I used to go up at high rise (a point we used to dive in from) and jump into the water and disappear swimming underneath the water and reaching to some other end. That day after doing that move, I rose up from water and due to swimming underneath the water my vision seemed a bit dull. I looked at my back side I could see that water level is suddenly raising. No! Water double of my height was nearing us in no less than two minutes! First I called my best friend, “Ryan, LOOK! What’s that!” I started shouting loudly to all later realizing it was “FLOOD”. “Guys look there, get off the water its’ flood coming towards us and we might get drown in it!” I still doubt how lousy that water would have been, I made all my efforts to get my friends out in no time and all of us were out in less than a minute, because the word “FLOOD” scares every one of us though we have never seen or experienced one but surely heard from someone, we waited till our favorite swimming spot was sunk under the flood water and dismayed everyone of us. When we all were out of the water, everyone praised me for my quick response to alert everyone, well I didn’t realize that I saved all of our life at that time as I was worried what we might be playing tomorrow if this water level didn’t sink down, there were few elders who said it though I didn’t understand much of it. Well I remember we went for swimming that was after a fortnight when water level was only 2-to 3 feet but the spot where we used to swim was enough shallow so that we could dive in!

Living a country-side life as a kid has made me understand a lot about life however currently as being an adult I find a bit of disconnect with it. Nothing can bring those moments back…….

I would continue writing about nostalgia whenever I get time as I have a really busy schedule however I will try best to go for it.

Note: The picture updated is not from country side instead it is taken in Mumbai at Band Stand and have updated it with no importance.