The Photograph

(Off lately I have been posting some stupid and prosaic stuffs on my blog… and this post is just a reminder of the fact that I am going to continue with that: P)

Things change… people change… they are never supposed to be the same forever… and there are days …days which remind you those things, those moments and those people…  yeah, the days when you feel like taking out your old and dusty acoustic guitar and strumming it again… the days when feel like paddling your old and rusted bicycle back on road… and the days when you feel like picking up the phone and calling your long lost friend from school who had almost forgotten you… and there are days when you come across an old photograph, just by a chance, and your mind is flooded by the old memories…

Well,it was just an usual lazy Sunday afternoon… I was browsing through some old photographs when out of no where I found this…

(The picture was taken outside Sarojini Nagar reservation counter more than a year and a half ago…The picture itself has a long story behind it… and it led to many other… but more on that later )

So, where was I ?? yes, The first year in Delhi… the fights… the break up… recoincilation… the booze mishap…DreamBig…. B-4...the terrace…it all came back… those good old sanguine days…the time when ignorance was bliss… absolute bliss… you know what I mean!! … fresh out of school…and the innocence was still not lost…when the only thing you worried about was your marks…and the only thing that was broken were your  pencils…yeah, the same good old days when there was no sense of responsibility… and friends were just friends… when bunking a class was the most daring job and and drinking beer was considered a cardinal sin…

Well, the world was pretty  small then… it still is… but it wasn’t a matter of choice then

How can I forget those days… living away from family for the first time…doing all kinda crazy stuffs…it reminds me of a lot of things… the crazy January mornings…and the weird December nights when the three of us used to hangout till midnight…the first time I stayed awake for a whole night…(naah!! It wasn’t for study…was watching movies)…the first time I had a beer … and the first time I smoked…the crazy Vodka party where I kept puking through the whole night…it was hilarious… that tacit relationship of love… and how can I ever forget those “DreamBig” moments…and ironically it all seems like a dream now…

But as it turns out, it wasn’t all about sweet dream…there were some nightmares too… there are parts I hate to remember… the heartbreak… the hollow lies… the fights… and crying all night…and how I screwed up my INTERNALS…the exams…(I still regret those marks) *sigh*…

Yet the impression of being there and experiencing those indelible and ephemeral moments is something that words don’t seem enough to express it at all… something which can never be effaced… something which is immortal… and as I write this, a feeling of sheer nostalgia grips me

You know… somehow I miss those days… that innocence… that recklessness… that freedom… and above all… I miss that frienship… I miss that old me…I miss it… very much…  

Its strange… how a simple and old photograph can lead back you to so many stories and memories… that’s why I love browsing through my old photographs… but you know what’s the best thing about old photographs!!! Well, the best thing about them is that it always remains the same even if the persons in the picture changes… I wish they hadn’t…