Tuesday, July 26, 2011
Life is moving fast, at least for me.
For last ten years I have no control and this was true even before, but had not experienced the way it goes.
I have settled in a friend’s room in Chandigarh. Australia trip is a month away by max. I was thinking too much before coming here and am thinking the same on the way to Australia. Bahrain trip has gone titanic fated. Allah knows my need and he is the best planner and is planning. I keep trying standing on principles and keeping my foot on straight path.
The day had no such resemblance with the year 1995, when I was in Benta at Khalajaan home. Ammi and Abbu had gone to Aligarh for medical consultations. Dalton was in Chandanpatti, plenty of mangoes and freedom. I was restricted, ping pong ball playing and Milton. Rain was just subsided and this was 5 pm. I was going unique coaching centre, crossing mirza khan talab. Mountanious graveyards, aroma out soils, fun, studious mind, a rising star, and class performance.
Doordarshan was going through a transformation phase with new serials like “Adaalat” and some more. Reporter serial was a hit. Still cable tv diarrhea was not plagued on mass level.
“Chaloo sajnaa ,,,, jahaaan tak ghata chale” FM has brought some good old memories, I don’t listen to these channels but now just caught “Do lafzon ki hai dil ki kahaaani, ya hai mohabbat, ya hai jawaaani, lal lall la …”. Sometime it relaxes mind, going old reliving the era of black and white, era of movies classics, art focused and minimum vulgarity.
Footsteps. My new action shoes were making marks on muddy streets. Urdu poems in “Urdu ki nai kitaab” were fascinating. I was exhaustive thinker since I recall myself. I was always searching for chances to get a glimpse of her. Though she was not in my class, I had surpassed a class more and was now a senior. First love is what I didn’t understand, incomprehensible, sweet, pinching and more, what else. This was meant to be so, so because, if was fulfilled in relationship further, may had lost the charm. The school and then the related romances in my mind, self understood, a tragic vivid past. Saw “Mohabbatein” late in 2004, saw myself in the story, this was too late.
The same year Karan Arjun was the most discussed movie at tower chowk. Sarfaraz bhai shop of crockery was just adjacent. His shop was more rich and big than ours. In evening after noon we went to Hameed uncle shop, to enjoy the breeze blowing from east to west. There was the discussion on SRK and his future.
So the same SRK discussion was with Shaane. The name was too long Shaan-e-Mohammad, we call him Shane. In Darbhanga “Mera Bazaar” was launched and he got a mosquito repellent, I had never saw it before. His copy had Karan Arjun poster and the image I still recall.
Time passed fast, and is passing ultrafast. Very fast. Instantaneous joy and happiness were for moments, where I lived like centuries. Be it she coming down stairs smiling, my lovely wife and our moments of emotional exchanges, Dalton running down to aangan in Chandanpatti, his swelling eyes and playing little tantrums.
Footsteps. My new action shoes were making marks on muddy streets. I was singing “Tip tip barsa paani”, singing a song, moving ahead, never knew where will I stop?