It's been
some time since I've blogged, and this time, have had no reason not to. It’s
been over two weeks, since my tenth finals got over. Honestly, I didn't know
what I should blog about. It feels like eternity, since I last put my thoughts
to words. Yes, the poem I posted, was one that I’d written quite a long time
back, when I was writing ‘Separation’. I am unable to write much, and it’s not
the lack of thoughts that’s bothering me. The thoughts are all there, but maybe,
they’re just too close to me, to type it out.
I have lived in five cities, and been to five different schools. I have a pretty good memory. So much so, I still remember my best friend from Nursery, with whom I just spent about a year. I finally got a chance to reconnect, via Facebook. Yes, yay for technology. Unfortunately, he doesn't remember me. Well, I don’t blame him. It’s been at least thirteen years, I just have a good memory.
Here in India, after tenth grade, most of us move onto different schools or junior colleges, and two years down the line, part again. With the advancement in technology, why should we even give ourselves chances to reconnect, when we can be in touch all along? But then, there are few who disconnect, without ever being wanted to be connected. You still want to hang on, you know? There are so many memories attached that you don’t want to let go. But yes, hanging onto people, who aren't interested anymore, is like hanging onto breaking cliffs. You either end up loosening your grip, to fall through, or let the parts of the cliff fall along with you. The parts that you held onto, with all you had, thinking it’s going to stay strong, all fall apart.
I was cleaning my room, every inch of it, to weed out things I don’t use anymore, and to get rid of all those books, that annoyed me throughout the year. In the process, I stumbled upon some old birthday cards, and that, made me reconnect to the past, of what was. I spent a good hour, remembering the last 8 years of my life, since the last time I had moved cities or schools. I realised, how things can change so quickly, how our ambitions, and our wants and needs, can change so suddenly, and most importantly, how what we stand for, as individual human beings, can change so drastically.
Times change, people change, and somebody is always left estranged.
That’s the way, the train of life is, and it’s always trying to get you, derailed.
I have lived in five cities, and been to five different schools. I have a pretty good memory. So much so, I still remember my best friend from Nursery, with whom I just spent about a year. I finally got a chance to reconnect, via Facebook. Yes, yay for technology. Unfortunately, he doesn't remember me. Well, I don’t blame him. It’s been at least thirteen years, I just have a good memory.
Here in India, after tenth grade, most of us move onto different schools or junior colleges, and two years down the line, part again. With the advancement in technology, why should we even give ourselves chances to reconnect, when we can be in touch all along? But then, there are few who disconnect, without ever being wanted to be connected. You still want to hang on, you know? There are so many memories attached that you don’t want to let go. But yes, hanging onto people, who aren't interested anymore, is like hanging onto breaking cliffs. You either end up loosening your grip, to fall through, or let the parts of the cliff fall along with you. The parts that you held onto, with all you had, thinking it’s going to stay strong, all fall apart.
I was cleaning my room, every inch of it, to weed out things I don’t use anymore, and to get rid of all those books, that annoyed me throughout the year. In the process, I stumbled upon some old birthday cards, and that, made me reconnect to the past, of what was. I spent a good hour, remembering the last 8 years of my life, since the last time I had moved cities or schools. I realised, how things can change so quickly, how our ambitions, and our wants and needs, can change so suddenly, and most importantly, how what we stand for, as individual human beings, can change so drastically.
Times change, people change, and somebody is always left estranged.
That’s the way, the train of life is, and it’s always trying to get you, derailed.
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