Old 'Sunny' days

'Summer holidays' is, i guess, one of the most favourite terms of every person since childhood. It has that special significance in life of every one of us, which we understand, hard way, when we get old. I remember my summer holidays from childhood, coloured with mangoes, wet with occasional thunder storm, sticky with dried drops of ice creams and lousy with long sleeping hours. Almost every summer holiday we use to go to my grand parents house and all cousins would meet and have loads of fun for next couple of weeks. Getting up early morning with grandmothers voice, having breakfast lazily, playing inside house to avoid heat, late lunch with aamras, post-lunch sleepy discussions about what to do in evening, early dinner and late night stories before sleep, all these made each day of that vacation. Though I had been a bit of asocial kid, I always enjoyed being a part (passive!) of these activities. As we all grew up, we all got engaged in different activities and could not get together due to different reasons and those fun-filled vacations, with all of us together, remained just as a childhood memory. We still try to take time out of the (self-made) busy schedule, but its impossible to get all of us together. I still wonder if not a week, but we get to live a day from that summer holiday. I know I want to spend it exactly same way, forgetting everything and living freely with no worries. What do you want this summer?

Thought for a day

Cheers to moving on..

One more interesting thing about human behavior towards certain events in life. There is always an event you wait for so long and you plan so many things to do after it. But when it happens then you don’t do all those planned stuff and the only reaction you have is a sigh of relief. I just witnessed this thing today. I completed one more milestone in my academic life and appeared for the last paper of my MBA today. After two years of rigorous track of quizzes, presentations, competitions and exams, I had millions of plans for this last day of exam from long time. But ultimately when it happened today, all I did was sit back and feel the rush in my backbone, exactly the feeling you get after a roller coaster ride. Knowing that the excitement has ended and probably you have enjoyed that experience for the last time, makes you stunned. Sure we will miss this last ride but we have keep moving to venture on the next exciting ride. That’s life. You just have to enjoy each ride in that moment, feel the end of ride and be ready to fasten the seat belt for next ride.

From the days which were "On Air"

February 13 is celebrated as a World Radio Day. Now we can think that why do we need to celebrate for the signals transmitted through electromagnetic waves in a radio frequency range. But no, this is not all. The radio has been an integral part of people’s lives just till couple of decades ago. In the days before the advent of television, the radio brought the family together to listen to news, music and drama. As radio continues to evolve in the digital age, it remains the medium that reaches the widest audience worldwide. This multi-purpose medium can help people, including youth, to engage in discussions on topics that affect them. It can save lives during natural or human-made disasters; and it provides journalists with a platform to report facts and tell their stories. It also continues to play the role of uniting family through its improved entertainment offerings. So let us celebrate this day by giving credit to this long lost but cherishable media.

Rain: A little bit of magic for everyone

On a lousy Monday evening, you wake up after a late afternoon nap to expect a further lousy evening and to your surprise the sky has planned a special treat for you and there it is, a rain. Nothing cheers you up more than rain, provided you don’t have work and all you have to do is sit and just look at rain quietly from your window. Small droplets of water twinkling from the sky fall on earth to make everything look more beautiful. The soothing noise of drizzling catching your attention and melting all the worries away. You remember your past encounters with rain, hard to forget as rain made them all very special. It may be a paper boat made by your father to leave on a small water trail on road, a bet with your friend to run on a wet road as fast as you can, a sudden rain during a family trip and all hiding under one small tree to keep themselves a little less wet, a long walk on an empty road with someone special, a lonely walk just to take your mind off from everything that’s bothering you. Rain has always been there as a silent listener witnessing all these special moments in your life. But like other special childhood memories, fate of rain is also to be just a memory and a hindrance for the present. Rain is more of a pain for us when we start caring more about reaching office in dry cloths. As wisely said by Roger Miller, “Some people walk in the rain, others just get wet”. This monsoon let’s try to cherish the happiness offered by rain and be grateful to the joy called rain. Let’s get back to childhood and make paper boats for that little water trail, let’s run with friends in rain on an empty road, let’s backpack and get back to beautiful nature, and let’s remember that it’s never too late for anything and help rain in bringing back its magic, for us, for everyone.

Something lost in memory

I am sure each one of us has witnessed sudden finding of something that was lost long in our memory without actually trying to dig it out of that huge pile of past. We will be busy in our routine and suddenly that memory pops up in our head and we wonder how come we haven’t thought about it for this long. The same happened to me about this blog a couple of days back and I wondered how come I forgot about the blog for about a year. This brought me to a thought that how many things would be there which I would have planned, pursued for a while, and then left unknowingly and is lost somewhere in my memory waiting to be resurfaced again. Why does this happen that we plan on something for us, just for us, and still forget about it so fast, in spite of the privileges of digital age with infinite devices to help us remember every tiny detail? Is it because of the act of forgetting which is prevalent for our generation or just a selfless deed by our overwhelmed mind that is tired of stocking stuff that we pile on to survive in this ever increasing competitive world?