Longing for the past

I have been sitting on the bean bag next to my bed. The lights are out, and I only have my laptop from this era working. Just look at what man has achieved within just a century. Looking back at the past, I can’t help myself but to be amazed at the amount of development man has done. We have really pushed ourselves forward, and to the extreme to make inventions that might spoil us, help us and at the same time amaze us.

It is a good thing that it’s not hot. The cool wind is whistling, and making my curtains dance like break-dancers. Its pitch dark and there seems to be peace everywhere. No television noise, no neighbour’s car horns and no shouting. Its mid night and everyone is snuggled in their quilts. Enjoying their sleep and relaxing from a hard day’s work. There is a picture of my grand-dad with his classmates, at saint xeviers, on my bedside. Looking at the black and white picture, I am drawn into the picture’s charismatic colours and gesture. It’s class of 1936-37 majoring in Mathematics. Life must have been so simple then yet extremely complex in its own way when the Hindu’s the Muslims were living in the same country under the British rule.

What source of entertainment would they be having? What would be their daily routine? Waking up at dawn, going to school or respective work place, having all type of biasness and politics, trying to feed the family by working second shifts, on returning home after a hard day’s work, spending some quality time with the whole family of 4 to 10 siblings. Mischief was only allowed by the young ones, while the elder siblings were role models for their innocent and young ones, listening to the gramophone which was the HiFi music system back then. Transitioning myself back in time I turn on the radio to experience what it feels like being back then and Fm 89 started playing the hits from the 90’s (The time when I discovered music and grew old with). The soothing music is taking control over my emotions. I can now feel an out of body experience and on looking at myself I am in the same era as my grand-dad.

Everything is so beautiful. I don’t want to change a thing. This moment is priceless. If only I was born a few decades before, maybe I would have been able to know my grand-dads better and study them closely. Experience what our fore-fathers have gone through and witness the history in the making and be apart of it.

Everything is perfect when all of a sudden the lights are back on and I find myself in the 21st century being a victim of my neighbour’s harsh loud television, car horns, and disturbing the elegant and delicate twilight of the night.