remembering
Just finished watching “Ghajini”. The intensity Aamit Khan brings into each of his roles gets to me every time.
I enjoy reading the Metro and the London Paper in the tube. Especially the articles where people get to comment or rather “express their views”. I’m rather impressed with the human capacity to crib. No, I’m not excluding myself from this category…unfortunately having a lifetime membership. In another 10-20 years, I aspire to be a constant on the show Grumpy Old Women, if it’s still on air. In a month or so, I could audition for Grumpy Middle Aged Women for sure!
Very rarely do I summon up my good friend’s philosophies of remembering special moments of the day, which brought happiness, or amusement. The other day however I was having one of those nostalgic phases. Maybe it was because I had booked my tickets for a holiday to go home and visit the folks. Or maybe it was reading Madhur Jaffrey’s book about her childhood that raked up those memories.
I remember vividly the scent and sight of sweetpeas growing up on the bamboo stick supports alongside our driveway. Spring in North India used to bring hoopoes, myenas, bulbuls and sparrows in the garden. Orange bar cartons in the freezer, the tiffin sharing/swapping during recess in school, ma always being there to welcome me back home after an exam, wrestling and playing with Cherie, our family holidays in the Himalayas and the lush greenery, the smell of wet mud while watering the lawn, the lazy winter mornings spent in the sunshine, rain storms and feeling the warm drops of the season’s first shower, the sound of sabziwalas and other vendors throughout the day, the sheer pleasure of stepping into an air-conditioned room after a hot dusty trip outdoors. Yep, life’s simple routine pleasures.
It may be a good idea to recall some good moments from within the last decade before Im too old and grey to!
I enjoy reading the Metro and the London Paper in the tube. Especially the articles where people get to comment or rather “express their views”. I’m rather impressed with the human capacity to crib. No, I’m not excluding myself from this category…unfortunately having a lifetime membership. In another 10-20 years, I aspire to be a constant on the show Grumpy Old Women, if it’s still on air. In a month or so, I could audition for Grumpy Middle Aged Women for sure!
Very rarely do I summon up my good friend’s philosophies of remembering special moments of the day, which brought happiness, or amusement. The other day however I was having one of those nostalgic phases. Maybe it was because I had booked my tickets for a holiday to go home and visit the folks. Or maybe it was reading Madhur Jaffrey’s book about her childhood that raked up those memories.
I remember vividly the scent and sight of sweetpeas growing up on the bamboo stick supports alongside our driveway. Spring in North India used to bring hoopoes, myenas, bulbuls and sparrows in the garden. Orange bar cartons in the freezer, the tiffin sharing/swapping during recess in school, ma always being there to welcome me back home after an exam, wrestling and playing with Cherie, our family holidays in the Himalayas and the lush greenery, the smell of wet mud while watering the lawn, the lazy winter mornings spent in the sunshine, rain storms and feeling the warm drops of the season’s first shower, the sound of sabziwalas and other vendors throughout the day, the sheer pleasure of stepping into an air-conditioned room after a hot dusty trip outdoors. Yep, life’s simple routine pleasures.
It may be a good idea to recall some good moments from within the last decade before Im too old and grey to!
posted by Deepsea @ 2:01 AM
2 Comments:
At 3:57 PM,
Sense's Lenses said…
Memories from the last decade- no sweat! now the place where i put my glasses last nght... that's a tough one.
At 12:33 AM,
Anonymous said…
You remembered the sweet-peas! Also, Sree and me were just reminiscing about the orange bars and mango duets!
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