Monday, July 20, 2009

10 Things That Never Will Be Same Again (Part I)

The problem for people afflicted with nostalgia is that they spend so much time wallowing in the 'golden past' that there is scarcely any time left for present or future endeavours. Anyway, this is a list of 10 things that never will be again in my life. Ten such things which one fondly remembers, but knows that they will never be the same again.

1. Our Family: To be quite frank, all of us siblings and parents scarcely under a single room. The only exception was our brief sojourn in Fujairah, otherwise one or more members of the family were at different locations for various reasons, be it professional,academic or some other reason. Still, before some of us got married and 'left the nest', our family could more or less be called one unit. Not any longer. First S. got married, then a couple of years down the lane I tied the knot too, and now we are dispersed in various geographical locations. And whenever we meet, it feels so good and yet it isn't the same as living together.

2. The Balmy Summer Days: Summers used to be the favourite time of students in our time because it used to be the time for 3 month long annual vacations. On the last day of school, we would be raring to get out of school to freedom. We invariably spent our vacations in our idyllic(to us) place of birth, and every single cousin/relative also flocked in to the place and we had a rocking time. And I have so many happy memories of the days!(Doubtless, because I methodically erased all the unhappy ones:D) Now, no matter how many trips I can make to the place, it is never the same somehow, and one fears that it never will be.

3. Eids: Eids have never been the same since we grew up, hereby proving all the adults right who used to tell us that Eid is for kids only. This invariably upset us and we couldn't understand why our elders were being so pessimistic. How can anyone not enjoy the Eid! But they were right in a way. Eids used to be so much merrier when we were kids, perhaps because back then we had no responsibilities. Eid meant getting eidi from everyone and spending it on sweets, icecreams and other not-so-healthy-but-delicious stuff and have rollicking fun all day. Also, in our times things were less commercialized and the materialism hadn't spread so much. Now Eid has become just one more holiday on the calendar, and I think it's very sad. People need to remember the essence of Eid and to revive that spirit again.

4- School Life: Regardless of how poor or good we were academically, years spent at school permanently stay with us. The first day at school, the exams and anxieties related with it, the friends and class fellows, both nice and nasty...we always remember them. Even if we never meet, even if we forget their names we will never forget their faces or the time we spent with them. We may forget the lessons learnt in school, but we always remember our kind teachers, whose dedication has helped us gain knowledge. Also unforgettable are those teachers whose very sight terror in our young hearts. We may forget facts and figures that we memorised so diligently before the exams, but the school days always hold a special place in our memories. Well, at least in mine they do. I still frequently find myself wandering in my old school (in dreams).

5. Rains: Is it just me or does everyone else feels too that the climate of our country has changed drastically in the last decade or two and rainy season is no longer the way it used to be. I remember quite clearly the rains of our childhood, it used to rain so hard and so frequently in monsoon. Now it doesn't even rain that way! Nor can we jump up and down excitedly as soon as we spot rain clouds(if any) and sing at the top of our voice, 'kalian ittan kaale rorh, meenh varaa de zor o zor". And other silly rhymes too most of which were very racist, but we kept on singing them anyway because nobody told us not to.

As kids, our sole purpose in life was to 'bathe' in the rain till we got blue and were scolded by our mothers, who were worried about us falling ill or getting rashes from what to them were dirty pools of rainwater. We would make paper boats and followed till they drowned. Then we would pester our mothers or older cousins to cook seasonal dishes. On rainy days, our grandmother made 'gunney', a sweet made with flour and palm sugar/gur, and we would stuff ourselves with it to the point of having an upset stomach. Nowadays, when it rains I am more worried about whether the water will flood our home, and how much cleaning up I will have to do once the rain stops.

Note: Rest of the list will be published in a separate post.

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