Past and future

21 01 2017




Class photo

22 01 2012

This is the photo I mentioned in my earlier post “A surprise encounter with my past“.

Let’s see how many of them I remember. From top left – D Durga Prasad (my benchmate for sometime), Chakravarthy (we used to fight with and chase each other a lot during the interval breaks), Shanker (?), *, Praveen, T Durga Prasad (a little cunning fellow – you don’t want to mess with him; , Jagadish (?), Prithvi Raj, Naresh (naughty), Durga Prasad (?), Sai Kiran (very mischievous), Vijay Kumar (topper), Daniel, Madhav, Vinay, Chandrasekhar, Vicky, Chandrika, Amar Jyothi (one of my closest friends), Jhansi, Gowri, Supriya, Sirisha, Sheela, Sandhya (?), Sasirekha, Arunjyothi, Sravanthi (bold and the beautiful), Pratibha.

Not bad. Could recall all the names except one. It’s a different matter that I’m not sure about quite a few of them. But where is Santosh whom I met on that day? Was he absent in the photo or did I mistakenly took him to be as Madhav? How many did I recollect correctly and how apt are my associations? Guys, please let me know!

A surprise encounter with my past

15 01 2012

Until as recent as last week, I had no inkling that I would meet people from my past, in fact childhood, whom I haven’t even thought about in  say at least 15 years except when occasionally encountering the single photograph of them from an old album. I’m talking about my classmates during the 5th & 6th standards.

And it all began with a group email-invitation for one of the guys’ marriage I received early last week. Initially, I dismissed it as a junk mail, unable to associate the sender with my past instantly. As the conversation continued among others in the group and I kept receiving that mail again and again, I made an effort to really look into what it is all about. This time though, I quickly recognized some of the names (uncommon ones to be precise) and it all struck me with a force of pleasant surprise and excitement at the realization that they are planning to get-together on the occasion of a friend’s marriage and I can be part of it too if I wish to.

Even though I couldn’t recollect everyone or everything about those days (it was really so long ago), given the fact that I spent only two years of my life with them with no contact whatsoever thereafter, I decided to attend the wedding, meet those childhood buddies and rattle the beehive of past memories.

I went and had a great time. Met about 7 guys (no girls turned up, unfortunately). More than anything, I was so embarrassed not to recognize some people; I couldn’t even place some of the names.  Of course, it is rather difficult to relate grown up men to their childhood faces, but I definitely ought to have done better, considering that most of them could recollect me.

As I learnt that there had been big get togethers twice in the past 3-4 years where almost everyone appeared and observed the bonding they all shared, considering that they were all together for most of their schooling, I felt slightly envious of them. I did my schooling in 6 different schools altogether with the implication that I had never been at any place for more than 2-3 years, which robbed me off such a bonding. At the end, I felt so happy to meet them all and to realize that the feeling was mutual.

It has been a while since I’ve taken a look at the photograph, which has been my sole anchor to that part of my past till now. I so wished I had it with me that evening so that I could have fared better in recollecting.  Sadly, I couldn’t find it in my initial search attempts to include it here. I’ll intensify my efforts in future and hope to find it soon.

From my dairies

17 01 2011

Teenage… what a sweet-bitter phase of life! Traversing through those memories the other day, I experienced a jumble of emotions. I smiled with satisfaction at the recollection of pleasant and exciting episodes. I laughed out loud as I recalled the silly and naughty deeds I’d done. I winced with pain at the mere thought of the various failures and disappointments of those years.

But one thing I felt the most is “embarrassment” at an assortment of events/happenings. Being wiser and more experienced now, I guess it’s only natural to feel that way. But gosh, did I really say and do all those things back then? What was I thinking? Most probably I wouldn’t have been thinking much. 🙂

Well, one such embarrassing reminiscence is the collection of my so-called poems, which I came across on that particular day. I had been the editor of the college wall-magazine for 2 years during my graduation. On a whim, I decided that writing something on my own is much easier compared to collecting works of art from fellow students. So, I began to write – just to fill up the magazine as and when the need arose. I must admit one thing about my college-mates: they were wonderful – really very supportive of such adventures. Many of them even had nice things to say about mine, which makes me forever wonder at the magnitude of their politeness. 🙂

Here’s one of my less awkward creations for your entertainment:



I want to say about

Something that is nothing

A nothing which is so sweet

A nothing that puts a smile on my lips

A nothing that brings glow onto my face

A nothing that drives me high

A nothing that comforts me and consoles me

A nothing whose memory is always as fresh as morning dew

A nothing whose thought itself makes my heartbeat faster

I want to say about

Some nothings that have become the zeal of my life

Sweet nothings that I never wish to forget

I call them sweet because they are the

Memories that haunt me

Memories that move me

Memories that left me alive