I am not a writer. I write when I am frustrated, angry, depressed, etc. I realized I never write when I am happy. hmmm....today I just feel like writing about my childhood. I am kinda nostalgic and missing my home town (Duliajan). :(
So, let me pen down few of my memories.
1. The way I used to wake up early in the morning for Tennis coaching camps and ended up going only 2-3 times because I used to get those asthma attacks. I could never complete the coaching sessions because of the attacks. sob sob...
2. I used to flunk in each and every half-yearly exams of Hindi and Sanskrit and could barely managed to pass in the finals.
3. Blank Calls…aaahh..how can I forget this one? Well, Duliajan is a very small town.. Everybody knows everyone. So, whenever my parents used to go for a party, it was quite obvious that my friends parents will be there too. So I used to give blank calls to my friends…and used to irritate the hell out of them.
4. For years, I didn't know how to ride a bike. Everyone gave up and stopped expecting from me. BUT one fine day, I had one full glass of Glucose C and imitated like in the ad - "Glucose C give me the power". - And I am not kidding I could actually paddle and maintain my balance at the same time. I was so thrilled!! :)
5. Birthdays used to be awesome. On the day of my birthday, I used to wake up early in the morning and sit next to the phone to attend all the birthday wishes calls. I would wait for people to come for the gifts and used to call a lot of people for my birthday bash just for the gifts. hee hee...
6. One day my friend was riding my bike and I was just teasing her. She lost her balance and fell. At first I thought nothing happened to her and she was just acting to scare me. Well, I was wrong...she couldn't get up and broke her ankle. Nobody knew about this (till now). I felt so guilty and it continued for a week or so.
7.We used to have Jam Sessions in the Zaloni club. I would try to look good to get noticed from guys…which rarely happened.
8.I remember the Agra trip with Paresh Mama’s family. During the whole trip me and Bony fought. We used to hate each other. The trip was a disaster for our parents. FYI, me and Bony are really good friends now.
Memory is a way of holding onto the things you love, the things you are, the things you never want to lose.
- From the TV show The Wonder Years
BTW, is anyone even reading my blog?
5 comments:
personally speaking it takes a lot of guts to really write down one's memoirs. so kudos to u!!!
I too love reminiscing the bygone days. How things were different and simple, back then. Life was so simple, yet so complicated. After all, it's we humans who make life that way - complicated. But then at times like these, when we look back at the days which have gone by...it brings a smile on our face!
Memories - Never stop capturing them.
Cheers!
Nice blog entry there Debahuty. Reading this particular blog entry made me nostalgic and reminded me of the simpler times. You have penned down your memories in a way that it reads very well. Keep up the good work. We will look forward to more entries. I have subscribed to your blog's RSS feeds.
P.S.: Why don't you write more about your friend Bony. He sounds like a really cool guy and girls like us would love to know more about him.
Pips... i must say AWESOME!!! I think you should write more often...
About the bicycle incident, well I dont remember the pain of the ankle, but I definatly remember the way Loni Aunty picked me up and carried me to our room, from the gate, where she saw me hurt and showered her concern on me. I was amazed how easily she carried me. And I remember how you helped me to move around, for days after. The memory always bring a smile on my lips.
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