Some of such observations from my memories are listed down here just for you. Read on.
The joy that a greeting card brings…
As we exchanged the cards
With those little hands,
Hearts used to be full
With all our faces joyful.
Memories of the childhood friends
Make me want to meet them again,
To tell them all those unsaid;
To wish them to get all they deserve.
For me, the greeting cards mania was there till I was in my intermediate studies. As I used to stay in hostel and was away from home, I used to buy a very nice greeting card form my parents and grand parents at home. I guess that was the last time I sent a card home on the eve of New Year. Last time when I went home I opened my mother’s wardrobe and was surprised to see all those cards from me and from some of her students that she had been preserving in it. It made me feel nice and tears of joy rolled out.
These days I’m out of the greeting cards world. As I started blogging and gained confidence in writing, on every New Year I prepare a short message and send the same to my beloved people; at the same time I post the same here. I feel ok with this culture too. Whatever it is, we share, we express, we love, which is more important. Love remains the same over the years.
The December 31st night outs…
Some of my beautiful memories are still they,
When I had the group-full of friends, seniors
Around me, in the engineering college hostel,
Where we had some real blasts of the New Year.
Those singing competitions, group-games,
Night-outs, extravaganza with slogans, and
The unending memories of all those nights
Make me go nostalgically sick to be frank.
And now, it is all about the professional world and even highly changed priorities. In fact nothing should be an issue when we want to celebrate; but here the issue is that we do not want to celebrate!! Not intentionally but the mindset has been set the way it is. Many plans go in vain when the wish to implement them is killed.
I’m damn sure that I’m missing many of my friends right now. It is just few hours to go and I’m helpless than just remembering those good golden days and friends. I think I miss the most is the count-down!
Today’s “drugging” New Year…
I’ve just heard the news reader saying that a gram of cocaine is being sold for Rs. 5000. Understand, the mental state of it’s user is unimaginable and we all are contemporaries. Nothing worries them. None of their parents’ wishes bother them. Leave the rest; mentioning about their parents itself irritates such people, what else can be a good reason to be sad than this?
Any way, I just want to leave it to their commonsense. May be, the way the society has been advancing, the way their parents have been educating them will have the real impact on their thinking. They know it better. I hope such things are no more entertained as advancements.
History always remains history;
Future always remains future; but
Present never remains present;
One has to act accordingly.
Hope you will add another December 31st night to your memoirs kitty.