Was surfing meaninglessly, in my usual preoccupied manner when the remote froze in on ‘The Wonder Years’. The episode was one in which Harper Woods was to be torn down to make way for a shopping complex monstrosity. The woods – where Kevin and his friends lived countless childhood memories and lives. The night before the woods are to be reduced to nothingness, Kevin and gang land up there to reminisce for the last time. They play a final game of hide n seek. And then the adult voice of Kevin says something that hit the sleepy gong in my heart– “Growing up isn’t easy…And that night, we found something we had lost – the spirit of children…the spirit of memories…”.
I cried (yes, again…and no, I’m not pregnant…I’m just hysterical). I cried at my own lost childhood...the memories, the sights, sounds, smells..... I wept at spending another adult day bickering with taxi drivers and rushing indoors into A.C. environments to escape the heat. At another night used up in flipping channels back and forth. For all those childhood landscapes that have lived on only in the blind spots of memory….physically defunct, ethereally hung in time.
I cry…At having lost ‘me’ in a sea of frozen faces.
About Me
- mixdbrew
- I’m a dreamer, with a song on my lips and the beat to the song in my heart. I travel, God knows where. But I travel nevertheless and go where the journey takes me. And along the way, I meet fellow travelers, some friends, some strangers and some stranger still :) I listen to their stories…their heartaches, their ecstasies, their beliefs, their faith, their pettiness, their redemption, their salvation. And as i listen, before I even know it… something miraculous happens…I fit. I’m finally one among them.
5 comments:
your blog shouts out loud your inner voice...
keep on until you feel nicely empty inside, ready for fill yourself again...
Its true Dear, But is it always that we live in past or in future..When we were kids we were always thinking to grow up ,to finish studies and be on our own.Now we are thinking about childhood and are working towards securing the future.
Why it never happens to be present.
well writtin...........those days r over every passin day jus remimds us of a tired existence ........or may be its a phase.......ah well ...meaningless...endless....well written again
cheers
Thats true.No doubt childhood was the best.When there was little tensions and more fun. When u need not to think before speaking. When ur innocense takes over ur brain.
A small candy is good enough to lure you and to give u the joy of heaven :) :(
that was poignant
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