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.

Her Oldage her curse

 Ma, wake up! Its time to wake up ma!” was the kind attempt of the son. She opened her eyes to see her devoted son standing next to her bed and politely insisting to freshen up. “Ma, come on! let me help you. Take my hand and let me help you stand.” She got up but with an outcry of pain.

After being assisted she sat on the chair where she has been sitting for ages. Every morning and after breakfast she likes sitting on that particular seat facing the entrance, in front of the television which she hardly sees, and right next to the phone. Everything is at arms length from her. She has raised her son like an angel, full of family values and he has provided her with everything she has wanted.

After her son has gone to work, she while sitting on her seat can’t help but think continuously about her past/future. “Oh God, time has flown literally like a bullet. The last time I remember I was sitting with my husband, hand in hand, going to listen to a gramophone. It was really astonishing and fascinating to be one of the lucky people to be entertained with the gramophone. We used to get so amazed to hear music on it. On the contrary, the devices being invented these days are just beyond me. I think if I leave the television on for a long time it will get spoilt or maybe blow up or something. What is this computer and mobile phone. Its beyond my logic how they work. I have two wonderful kids and with the grace of God, they are happily married and have children of their own.” She has always had a soft corner and felt closer to her daughter and grandchildren. “I think I’d call her up and ask how they are doing, especially the youngest young. Oh my, how am I going to use the phone? My body really hurts. I have become really old. I have only a few days left in this world. I know I am causing everyone trouble; I shouldn’t be doing such things. My husband; he was an angel. I miss him a lot. I think my room door is open. Jane (the youngest grandchild from her daughter) has her paper on the Friday. I am sure she has to study hard for it. She truly is my favourite. I wonder what is my daughter-in-law doing this very minute? She is going to send so much to eat and I won’t be able to finish it. I still have so much kept in the fridge. I think the food my daughter-in-law sends me, I’ll save it for Jane. When will my son come home? He is always late!”

Its 6pm and her son comes home tired from work. He wants to relax and watch some comedy shows but instead has to do house chores first. After some time she says to her son, “I am hungry and take me to the kitchen to eat.” She has been whining about her body ache the whole day. She mentions that she can do everything herself, and still neither does she prefer any help from anyone nor likes to accept help from others, and she can’t walk on her own. Her son keeps his cool and remembers the time when he was crying in his cradle, it was his ma who attended to him. But in return she starts shouting at him telling him how incompetent he is and leaving him frustrated and helpless since he knows her mother has only a few more months to live, and everyone has left her but him.  

Bad Day @ your Office

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Thanks to Faisal’s blog from where I got this amazing video!

Songs that get me through certain times#1

I have been disappeared from the posting limelight, and yes my apologies for such a sudden act. These past few days have been like an emotional and physical ride. I try to stay in touch with my inner self and listen to music, which are of the following type, to help me through rough times. 

Ride – Cary Brothers 

 You are everything I wanted
The scars of all I’ll ever know

If I told you you were right
Would you take my hand tonight?
If I told you the reasons why
Would you leave your life and ride?
And ride…

You saw all my pieces broken
This darkness that I could never show If I told you you were right
Would you take my hand tonight?
If I told you the reasons why
Would you leave your life and ride?
And ride…

Disappointments

The more you expect from someone the more disappointed you are going to get.