My experiments with the blog

I still remember very clearly, as a child whenever I used to sit along in the late night get togethers with my Dad's friends, one song was everyone's favorite and every time it was asked to be sung by only one person gifted with a very beautiful soothing voice (One of Dad's good friend). And everyone will become so silent, listen, feel the song in a way as they have actually gone in their prime time, gone 30-35 years back. I didn't use to understand meaning of the song that time at all but now I listen to it and realize what all those guys must have had felt. I keep my mind free from everything & just listen to this song few times continuously and it brings all the past moments in front of me as I am watching a virtual movie of myself, feeling I am in a neverland. I see endless moments spent with my family growing from an infant to a boy and then from a boy to an adult, time spent with friends playing, studying & having fun all the time with no worries with no exposure to how the outer world is.

With each moment we are loosing time and sometime it makes me ask myself a question what purpose I am serving in this lifetime when I see everything is just passing by me non-stop with each second. If I think, only few moments back I see myself a kid preparing my school bag getting on to my bicycle saying good bye to mom-dad waiting for my friend to join and heading towards the school. I still remember when I won first prize in drawing competition held in Shivalik Public School (Phase-6, Mohali) I was in 2nd grade then & nothing can beat how much happy I was, how excited I was to tell mom dad about my achievement....it was so natural. But as we grow old our brain starts getting more mature, we start to apply our mind in everything, think about our surroundings, society, people around and thus learn to control our emotions never expressing in a way it is meant to be.

Just few weeks back my brother was here in US with me, I felt so excited and we really had a good time together sharing with each other what we never shared before but at the same time I also felt we have grown so old because as kids we always used to play together, fight with each other all the time with all the freedom and now we were sitting next to each other no fights at all, talking about worldly things/issues and about how life is. I still carry a picture in my mind of him holding my hand walking me through or sitting on the back seat of the bicycle after him coming back from the school or him making fun of me all the time or playing with him cricket in the backyard or playing carrom with him & crying on loosing.

My mom dad has been a great inspiration for me throughout and I feel lucky when I hear dad sharing about his youth days with me. He always goes back to his college days and the time he spent in Hind Motors Colony, Calcutta (now Kolkata). I can realize how much he miss those days and that's why he has always encouraged me to write journals so that when I get old I can go back read it and recall exactly how my past went because if you look back and try to recall the moments one would be able to recollect only a handful of events but what about rest of the times. A year has 365 days and if one multiply with how many days he or she is old, try thinking of how many hours are recollected!!