Thoughts are never OLD!

Things change. Probably that’s the best part of the consciousness we all are in.

With the world becoming more impatient, inconsistent and incoherent, our perceived struggle in life has also rocketed. But still today we like nurturing the childishness of mind, the foolishness of heart and the resplendence of soul.

So, myself being a daylight dreamer, I keep on sailing back through the waves of time into those old-school cerebral chemical plays. Needless to say, today’s effort to write is out of the causation of some wave hitting my shore.

I put my phone in sleep mode and was about to enter my washroom for a hot shower. So, I have this habit of turning on my music high while I go through this relaxing 30 “me-time” minutes. I was already tired while this old Lata Mangeshkar song started playing. “Na jaane kyun hota hai yeh zindagi ke saath”. A pretty old school languid lackluster song. But the lyrics being penned down by Yogesh, it’s bound to be neo-realist and I love it.

I still remember those days from 1989-90-91. My father was in Siemens.  We used to be relocating a lot because of his nature of job. During those three years, we were in a place called Kolaghat in West Bengal. A thermal power plant was coming up and he was commissioning that.

Unlike today’s urban life, we enjoyed a pretty relaxing childhood. Sitting beside the river, dying to watch Gemini Circus, renting VCR to watch movies were the understandings of “having a good time”. And probably the definitions of love, feelings and conjugations in relationships were a bit more less complicated in those days. I was a small kid to understand all those things. But at least in last 29 years this is what my senses perceived and they do give hints like this for sure.

I still remember a particular birthday of mine.

My father generally used to come back from office by 7:30 pm or 8 pm. Bruised and greased. That’s how life in power plants are and he was more of a “lead by example” kind of person. So, after coming back he used to take a long bath and then look into our studies.

On that 25^th April (allegedly my birthday), I was playing football with my friends on the ground just in front of our house as usual. When I came back to my house I found a bruised and greased guy sitting on the dinning chair, blowing up a yellow balloon, lost in midst of sea of a few other colorful ones. He wasn’t even aware I was standing there. Such was his dedication.

Appreciations used to be so organic and subconscious, those days. Neither did I tell him nor I did I make him feel how happily contented I was feeling that day. Probably these yearnings and longings drive us dreams apart from the mundane clockworks of daily life.

Like this, loads of sparkling moments were there. I just presented one small one. And I am sure it’s with you everyone. Appreciating what we have, being contented with our existence, being thankful to some superpower, probably this is what we called maturity. I call it being more humane.

You seldom come across such people whose existence are eternal and ageless, who are equally that crazy as was the first amoeba in the world, who exude just a single word in your mind when you meet them, “LIFE”.

Its wise not to leave them. They will definitely make a “LIFE” for you.