Mind Recalls

Have you ever wondered how your mind responds to your signals? I’m not talking about all or the most complex signals. But a simple ones, like the one where you remember what you had learnt earlier. So while I’m saying that, you might be wondering how difficult it was to mug up the history lessons and vomit it again in the papers when you were in your primary and secondary schools. Why history, we also mugged science lessons. We read the entire book, but recalled only a few lines. Ever wondered why? Funny is it not?  🙂

Well the school studies still give me shivers. Learning all the poems and yet not being able to recite them in the oral examinations. Man! Mind used to behave very funny at times. It will remember and throw the most useless to you. And yet not respond to you when you needed to recite poems. Anyway, I have observed that remembering and recalling faces is also funny you know. You never know what picture of a person will flash in front of you when you utter the name. For example if some one says Shah Rukh Khan, I remember him as the idiot par excellence Raj Malhotra from DDLJ. SOme one else might remember the half naked one from Om Shanti Om. And we might have seen both the movies. Ever wondered why a particular image flashes?

Why Shah Rukh? When I remember my mother, I recall her as a lady wearing a chiffon saree tucked at her waist and ready to prepare yet another delicious dish. Of course there are many things I remember about her. But the first mind recall is the one I just mentioned. Without naming any one, when I remember some of my friends, I remember a guy sitting in the canteen with a cream and orange striped tee, another guy riding a Suzuki Samurai and another one in a blue pathani suit. And then I remember a girl descending a flight of stairs wearing a bright magenta salwaar kameez, and another girl leaning against a railing, flashing a smile or sitting in a cafe with her chin rested on her palm, again flashing a smile. Sigh! Good old days. 🙂

I have spent considerable time with all these people. The recalls I have are not the first or the last meetings. But I dont know why the particular pose or expressions have had a lasting impression on my mind. The recalls are funny, is it not?

Golden Oldies

The readership on my blog has recently increased. By that I mean in last 7-8 months, I have had many repeat visitors and the number goes every day. Selfishly assuming that I have been writing good articles from the day 1   🙂   I’m adding few of the old entries that the recent readers might have missed. Enjoy them and sorry for the selfish marketing  🙂

Nostalgia

There are some days, when you feel like grabbing a cup of coffee, pulling a chair in your balcony (or sitting in the bay window) and remembering all the good things that have ever happened to you. Well I’m in my office. I had loads of work and hardly got time to eat, forget coffee. Yet I’m feeling nostalgic. Have you ever been through these things in your childhood?

  • When I chased kites on busy roads, risking my life although I could buy two of them in a rupee.
  • Had a ice gola on a stall outside despite being warned by mom about how unhygienic it is. Not telling her, yet she managing to find from your red and yellow tongue.
  • Had Pani Puri around the corner of our area, 8 pooris in 1 rupee.
  • Remember when I wanted to buy a new cricket bat but Papa didn’t allow because I didn’t know how to play with it.
  • I remember beating my neighbor because he once laughed at me when I fell down while cycling.
  • I remember watching the Air Force show and fearing when the planes went really close to us while we were sitting and watching.
  • I also remember when Papa was not doing good in business and how our family shared a Luna (moped). They were tough times walking kilometers to the market for fetching vegetables.
  • I remember my mom crying when I wanted her to buy a toy for me for securing good marks in exams. She had no money. I remember how my parents never fought, despite troubled times.
  • The first time I went to a cricket stadium to watch the match.
  • And then I remember when Papa bagged a big contract, how we all celebrated on a dhaba.
  • Learning to drive our first car, and driving really rash. Good times were back.
  • The first time I proposed a girl, I was just 16 and didn’t know what I was doing. 🙂
  • And then the first time when I kissed.
  • I remember when my papa gifted me a bike on my 18th birthday. I remember driving it at high speeds, trying to impress girls.

To be fair there are so many things I’m remembering, I’m losing count. Sigh! Good ol’days.