SS, my first proper crush, appeared in a dream last night.
In the dream, I was travelling to Bombay and we ended up standing next to each other at the baggage belts. We both faintly recognised each other, started talking, and then remembered fully. She didn’t like me much, for good reason, by the time we lost touch last time. So she was surprised to still be talking to me after she remembered who I was. I met her husband and her kids too. I think there were 2 or 3 kids, all nearly S’ age. That was all there was… just a brief, friendly meeting at the airport. Yet, it was really, really nice to have met her after more than two decades. I’ve been quite happy since :)
I tried looking her up on Google, but she doesn’t seem to have a public searchable profile. So, there’s no chance of actually reaching out to her and saying hello.
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I spent my early 20s, those 3 years in Delhi, listening to this song (with the rest of Joshua Tree album) day in and out. Just the hint of sound from this song takes me back to those days.
I think this was also my first album purchase. It lived and died in my first (and only) portable music player :)
Often I think back to my time at my two colleges – 4 years for the engineering undergrad, and, after a short break, 2 years at business school.
There are very few things, if any, that I’d change about my time in undergrad.
The list of things I’d do differently in my post grad is long. The list of things I’d do the same again wouldn’t last a hand.
Wonder what this says about me – me today, and me then – and those places (in time, people, and environment).
Nobody is nostalgic for the communist era, but many people are nostalgic for their youth
Ivan Klima, a Czech novelist (Source)
People come to rock concerts, Mr Springsteen writes, “to be reminded of something they already know and feel.”
The day began well, with me polishing off a few long-pending long posts in my Pocket. The walk got delayed, due to reasons coming below, but was a brisk, happy one when it came.
Thank you for the music
One of those rare days when I felt like listening to music on the walk. Not sure about what to play, just asked Google to play a random playlist of songs I like. It was fun!
- Vangelis’ Chariots of fire theme,
- Rolling in the deep, by Adele,
- The man, by Aloe Blacc,
- Hello, by Adele,
- All cried out, by Blonde,
- Peace on Earth, by Bing Crosby & David Bowie,
- Khalbali, from Rang de basanti
- Rumour has it, by Adele
- Eko ile, by Fela Kuti & the Africa 70,
- Feel, by Bombay bicycle club,
- Kandisa, by Indian Ocean
Charlie (a young Vizsla), and Monty (a forever young Jack Russel) wrestling each other to get more attention from me, halfway through the walk, just added to the delight.
Rarely have I returned from a hot weather, brisk walk so energised. (The brisk bit, and the protein smoothie may have helped too)
Warm, dry, dull days of my youth
The region of India I grew up in has a long, dry and hot summer. 2 decades of living there have trained my brain to expect (imagine) things when the weather turns warm and dry. Like today.
Thoughts of watermelon, cool water dips in tube wells & canals, hanging with friends from undergrad, cycling around with the only friend from my first school, smell of the earth.
Beautiful, torturous memories :)
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To all my young friends out there:
Don’t worry about avoiding temptation – as you grow older, it starts avoiding you. ~Author Unknown
One life. Live it.