Remember my quest “For Kalpana” where I asked my parents to dig through my ancient school notes? Well, they did and guess what they found! Of Course, not that particular poem by Nissim Ezekiel. Instead, they found a poem that I wrote when I was fourteen. Actually, they found a quite a few of them, but this is the one I am least embarrassed about…right now. This isn’t particularly good or correct grammar-wise, but who cares (English is not my first language!). I am writing this post more as a way to preserve that yellowed diary page than anything else. (For some crazy reason my son thinks that the page belongs to him. He has been running after me since morning, trying to snatch away my childhood treasure and going “Cut! Cut! Ma… Mine! Mine! Give Paper! Cut! Cut!” with his safety scissors. I am not sure this dusty old diary page will survive until the new year!) . So here’s my attempt at holding onto a piece of my childhood.
As I walk down memory lane, reading and re-reading this personal “treasure” my parents dug, I cannot help but wonder where that magical time went? I also notice a few things on the way, which are kind of turning into the much clichéd “New Year Resolutions”.
- I had way better handwriting back then. Now, I just type. It’s next to impossible to find a pen around my house these days. No wonder my son hates holding a pencil (He has rarely seen his parents write, so he thinks it isn’t fun)! Maybe I should start writing with pen and paper again and more often.
- My thoughts contained words like “dream”, “stars”, “heaven”, “god”, “devil”, “witch” etc. In short, it was a land where magic was possible. Now it just contains dry words like “reality”, “checklists”, “practicality”, “time” etc. Maybe I need to get rid of part of my age-acquired cynicism and bring back some of the magic and wonders of my childhood.
- It’s better to jot down whatever comes to mind rather than waiting for the best ideas to happen. So maybe I should blog a little more frequently.
- I need to do a better job of saving my son’s works of art. Who knows when he will need a reminder of his carefree childhood.
Anyway,what a happy and nostalgic way to end a year and begin a new one! Thanks, Ma, Babai!
Here’s wishing you all too a very happy, awesome and super-duper new year. I surely hope that you too get a chance to find a long lost treasure this new year!