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Welcome to the fourth issue of Udantya! ________________________________ This month on Udantya, we explore ‘Nostalgia’ and what it means to all of us! __________________________ Backstage Pass The Essence of Udantya Megaphone A Word from the Editors Spotlight Four Hours and Counting Belle Epoque Darkroom A Photo-Reel Armchair Critic Anne of Green Gables Jam Session Poetic Justice Beat Box Around Town Cameo I Yearning for Yesterday A Memory Forever Cameo II Big Metal Trunks Of Black & White
**Update from last month’s ‘Coffee’ issue: We talked a lot about ‘fair trade’ in our video. JJ Kilmer, the owner of Indie had a good point to add to the discussion on coffee and its journey from bean to cup. Here’s what she had to say. “The Fair Trade Cooperative has a ton of rules and high cost of ownership that excludes a lot of coffee farmers. You might have a small plantation up in some mountains owned by a family that cannot afford to give the cooperative $1,000. But they might have the best coffee in the world, and they can sell directly to roasters. Our roaster pays a dollar MORE per pound than the Fair Trade Certified price. I like to call it “Fairer Trade.” Most people don’t know this, and think that if coffee is not Fair TradeCertified, it must be evil. Quite the opposite in many cases.” We encourage coffee lovers to inquire as to the origins of their coffee before they write off all non-fair trade coffee. Thanks JJ!
BACKSTAGE PASS The very essence of artistic expression is that, it is captured in many different ways. A picture, a word or a tune. Your rebellion, your journey and your destination. Here, we aim to capture it all. Join us or explore with us. Welcome to Udantya. Welcome to our creative space!
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From the Editors Before you read this month’s Udantya, make yourself a hot cup of coffee or tea or cocoa. Snuggle up in a favorite spot where you can let your memories carry you away, because this month we are nostalgic about-
also share with you, our list of five of our favorite classic Hollywood films. We have some wonderful cameo appearances this month, peppered throughout our various sections! Raashi Srinivasan contributes a beautiful picture from her childhood, ‘Bessy Beach’ in Darkroom. She also writes ‘Yearning for Yesterday’, a wonderful piece exploring the science of nostalgia; that feeling which binds us all!
Nostalgia Need we say more? This month’s ‘Spotlight’ features two pieces. Namita narrates how a single sport-cricket has filled her with a lifetime of nostalgic memories, and established a part of her identity. Aparna explores how traveling to the past in your mind, can actually propel you forward. ‘Darkroom‘ this month is a photo-reel of pictures that awaken within us memories, stories, poetry and joy! In this month’s ‘Armchair Critic’, Aparna introduces the readers to Anne Shirley, popularly known as ‘Anne of Green Gables’ who just happens to be a very special kindred spirit. Namita kicks off ‘Jam Session’ with a wonderful medley of poetry and prose describing all that makes her nostalgic! We
Virat Azad shares with us a beautiful poem describing the yearning for true love and the wonders of such love. We are very excited to showcase returning contributors Aman Khanna and Samar Khanna. Aman writes about his childhood, filled with travel and moving from place to place. ‘Big Metal Trunks’- symbolize his childhood and carry his memories. Samar ventures into poetry this month. ‘Of Black & White’ explores the nuances of our memories captured in photographs. Journey with us this month, through time and a vault of memories!
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for a six! A clean sweep, deep into the crowd. India becomes world champion for the first time since 1983!
Four Overs and Counting It is the final of the cricket world cup. India versus Sri Lanka. Four runs off of eleven balls remain; the sweat soaks up the bright blue shirts of the the captain, Mahendra Singh Dhoni, and his team-mate member, Yuvraj Singh. Yet both are calmer and cooler than they have probably ever been. Minutes away from possibly the biggest day in India since I’ve been alive. Spectators impatiently stand at edge of the stands; most of them with their eyes closed, asking for all the supreme powers to focus their might on Wankhede Stadium at that moment. The only colors seen are green, orange and (mostly) the Indian team’s shade of blue; nothing else. Songs like ‘Vande Mataram’* and ‘Chak De India’* blast through the speakers, lifting the Indian spirits even higher. At this moment India stands together, not divided by language, culture or sect. Cricket is the only religion today and the entire Indian world cup cricket team is God! The last six hours are filled with slip catches, fours, sixes, inside edges, dropped balls and stumps being blown off. Sri Lanka has put a challenging total to chase on the board. The first two big wickets of Virender Sehwag and Sachin Tendulkar have fallen and the pressure has built for the Indian batting line-up. At this point, the title of word champions and the world cup can go either way. And in the blink of an eye, Nuwan Kulasekar runs up the crease and delivers what proves to be the last ball of the match. Mahendra Singh Dhoni hits it
Sunil Gavaskar This felt like the biggest moment in my cricket history. And just like that my entire childhood, immersed in cricket, flashed through my mind. Growing up in Botswana, cricket was the most popular sport in that part of the world. Super Sports, the sports channel that we subscribed to in Botswana, was by far the most popular channel in many homes including ours. After many unsuccessful attempts to fight my dad for the remote, my brother and I gave in, and let the cricket madness take over us. It made no difference whether it was a test match**, a one day** or even South African county cricket; each was followed with equal passion. Cricket is not only a game that brings back fond memories of my childhood but is what, for the first time, made me realize I was Indian. I knew instinctively that the ‘men in blue’ were to be supported unconditionally. Yet I had no reason to be an Indian supporter; I had never lived in India and the country where we would vacation and visit our extended
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family. If anything, being a supporter of the South African or Zimbabwean team seemed more obvious. That however was never an option and the only chant that roared in our home was “Let’s Go India!”.
commentators starting to get the crowd excited. My brother and I watched as the players stepped out. Our eyes nearly popped out and our jaws dropped! There stood cricketing stalwarts, Sachin Tendulkar and Rahul Dravid just meters away from us. Harbhajan Singh who had just joined the squad and was a huge sensation at the time was standing such that we could easily shout out to him. I had grown up seeing them only on a television screen and for the first time these players seemed like human beings. It was simply surreal.
Us supporting India wearing our tri-color designed t-shirts! My most memorable cricket moment was in 2001, when I saw my first live match of cricket between India and the West Indies in Bulawayo. A childhood of learning about and watching cricket deserved a climatic turning point. And so, for the the tri-series between Zimbabwe, West Indies and India, Dad planned for us to watch the game between West Indies and India live in Harare, Zimbabwe. T-shirts in the Indian tri-color (orange, white and green) were designed; banners were made for each player and cricket memorabilia were bought for the players to autograph. After many sleepless nights due to uncontrollable excitement, we made the drive up to Harare to live out the most vivid and memorable times in my life. The evenly trimmed, round field and side stands filled with spectators holding flags from both nations; the huge black score board, the stumps put up on each end of the pitch and the
Harbhajan Singh Today, when I sit and watch a game of cricket where India is playing, the emotions are still as high and the passion is only growing. I will continue to wear my blue team jersey any time India plays a match. Every morning, I will glance at my mini Slazenger cricket bat that is decorated with the 2001 Indian team’s autographs. Dad and I will still wake up at odd hours of the night just so we don’t miss the toss at the beginning of the match like I always did growing up. And, the excitement that comes whenever Sachin Tendulkar scores a century will never feel old. My love for cricket that has grown
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up with me and has filled me with a lifetime of nostalgic memories. It is the quickest ticket back to my childhood! -Namita *Vande Mataram is a patriotic song written during the Indian struggle for independence. The song was a given a modern day makeover by popular composer A.R. Rahman and continues to buoy the collective Indian spirit to this day. Chak de India is a popular film number, from the acclaimed Bollywood film, Chak De India. ‘Chak De’ specifically emotes the idea of rising with passion. **Test cricket is the longer version of the game where each team has two sets of innings and it typically lasts five days. One day cricket is a fifty over game where each team gets a single batting inning. For more information on the game of cricket refer to the Encyclopedia Britannica.
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Belle Epoque Nostalgia is the poetry that memories are made of. It makes dull rainy days uplifting, gives music more meaning and turns a quiet moment by oneself into something magical.
Occasionally, those blues practically turn indigo. I find myself wistful, remembering a time when I was better or stronger; a time when I tackled all of which I find myself incapable of tackling. At this point I only have two choices. I can remain wistful or I can remind myself that, that person was and still is, me. “It’s never too late to be what you might have been”: When I read this quote by George Eliot, I realized that her words summed up, most beautifully, something which I have often pondered.
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I have a theory that nostalgia can be much more than a few special moments from within a sea of memories. I believe that this feeling, which draws us so deeply into the past, can actually propel us forward. ‘”I just can’t get out of bed” days’: I often find my life progressing like a sinusoidal wave. I have pleasant days and days where even the most mundane task seems insurmountable. Those days all start exactly the same way; “I just can’t get out of bed today”. Usually it takes a lot of goading from myself or sometimes my friends to finish the first hideous task that’s in order and then the rest usually falls in to place.
Have you ever been nostalgic about a younger, more earnest self? One who dreamed lots of dreams? Why must that person remain a memory, to be smiled upon fondly? If you had a dream to travel, learn a language, volunteer your time, teach a child or anything; do it! All the time you have is now. Challenge yourself. Tap into your nostalgia to transform the self who wanted to be, to the self that simply is. ‘Now I understand’: Sometimes moments of quiet nostalgia take an unexpected and unwelcome turn. We get distracted by other memories, memories that may not be so pleasant; incidents that are somehow linked to your happy memory. Your mind has decided to play a terrible trick on you. You may find yourself wondering why you did this or did that. You may wonder why you were the way you were. Why did you choose those ‘friends’; why were you with ‘that guy or that girl’? It’s an ugly ride, but don’t get off till it’s
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over. This is a twisted path to introspection, one that begins so happily. Once we can look those memories squarely in the eye and say, ‘I accept and now I understand’, we can grow and move forward, unhampered and unhindered.
As I ponder a conclusion, my thoughts seem to only be summed up in verse. And so it is with these words that I leave you.
‘Collective nostalgia?’: I do not however, believe that nostalgia is meant only to be a soliloquy in one’s mind. If you chance upon memories of your childhood and childhood friends, pick up the phone and call them, or track them down. Give them the chance to reside in your life today and not just in your memories. A life filled with kindred spirits is wonderful but one can always keep the door open to let in more! Nostalgia can also heal. Sometimes love begins to disintegrate and sometimes the pieces can be put back together. Just like a favorite ceramic that has been repaired, the cracks may show; it may not be perfect but you know it is still intact and it won’t shatter again. Let nostalgia be your glue. Remember what was beautiful and why it was so. Maybe just maybe through those conversations, will the pieces come together again. This love, can be any kind of love. The love for your partner, your family or your friends. We are all fallible. We are fallible to moments of anger and hasty statements; fallible to moments of hubris and ego; fallible to believing perception over instinct. As long as we remember that we are bound by moments together and our shared memories, our collective nostalgia can build bridges.
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I sat by my window and looked out to see, a wistful looking person, who turned out to be me. In that image I saw it all; moments reflected and thoughts deflected. I sat by my window and looked out see, a new beginning- for me? For me! -Aparna
A Photo-Reel A stash of photographs-monochromatic memories of days gone by. We may bear witness and that tale we shall tell. Or tell the tale beholden as well. Which ever it is, we welcome you to journey with us, on a backwards path, to a wonderful place to dwell. http://vimeo.com/24381695
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THE ARMCHAIR CRITIC
Anne of Green Gables Long before I could travel anywhere I traveled through the pages of books. I traveled the world; I traveled through time. I gained perspective. I laughed a lot and cried a little. I discovered ‘kindred spirits’; and for the firm rooting of the term into my vocabulary, I thank Anne!
had always been an imaginative little girl but Anne was even more so. She was so alive and so present! I do not think she went even a moment without appreciating her surroundings and the people in her life. She would take in the beauty of nature around her and dream up stories and adventures. Mundane names for places or plants were simply done away with and were christened with new, appropriate and ‘romantic’ names. Anne’s imagination prompted me to be more whimsical and more alive! This sense of whimsy has remained to this day, though perhaps not in grand scale of my youth. I constantly name and rename things- plants, people and places! In Anne’s adventures and misadventures, I saw my own little foibles. In Anne’s stubbornness to not forgive Gilbert Blythe, the young boy in her class who had vexed her, I saw my own reluctance to give my Gilbert Blythe a chance. Her folly gave me perspective. I’d like to think I allowed for a friendship to blossom only because Anne showed me how devastating it was to miss out on years of a good friendship due to hubris.
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I got to thinking about Anne of Green Gables recently. When I think of my childhood and the years from roughly eleven to thirteen or fourteen, I cannot help but think of Anne. When I first read the book, I was the same age as Anne. I remember reading the book and being absolutely delighted. Anne was timeless and a girl whom I wanted to befriend. I
The most beautiful thing about Anne of Green Gables is that I can never think of the book without thinking of one of my best friends from school. As I mentioned before, Anne would not merely form friendships, but would discover kindred spirits. Kindred spirits- people whose very soul was entwined with yours; people with whom there was an instant understanding; people with whom there would be a deep, lasting, unconditional friendship. My dear friend was and is to this day a kindred spirit. As soon as I had finished reading the book, I shared it with her and together we discovered the entire
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‘Anne’ series. Books were passed back and forth, stories were discussed and analyzed. Anne is a tie that binds us to this day. The books are almost a secret language and a short hand code; Gilbert Blythe has become an adjective and Anne’s adventures are anecdotes. How wonderful it is, to have a single book fill you with so many warm and happy memories! When I first thought about writing this piece, it was meant to be a review of a book that made me nostalgic. I found a copy of Anne of Green Gables and set myself to reading it. The book is charming no doubt, but as I continued to read, something magical happened. I found myself remembering phrases and whole sentences that followed those that I was reading- a testament to how many times I must have read the book as a child. What’s more, as I read, memories were awakened; memories of how I felt when I read a certain paragraph or chapter. Somewhere inside of me, my eleven year old self was awakened and alive!
And so dear readers, I urge you today to go rediscover a book that was special to you. Think of all the memories and place a memento for your future self! -Aparna Anne of Green Gables truly is timeless. Published in 1908, the book is a delightful read for adults and youngsters alike. If you would like to read it, you will find it on Amazon, as well as a very very inexpensive Kindle version ($0.98 for the first three books in the series)!
What is so special about books such as these, favorite books that were read time and again at pivotal moments in our lives, is that the story of the book is far greater than the story contained within its pages. Our memories are forever entwined with the tale told. When I was younger, I would leave a memento in certain books that I loved. There they would be, waiting for my future self to discover. Memory is funny that way, it knows just how much to forget in order to make remembering delightful! If I were to go home today, there would be a small surprise waiting for me in the pages of Anne of Green Gables.
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Around Town If you yearn for the simpler times when a Walkman and headphones were considered tech-savvy; or a time a when the ‘Geek Squad’ was you, fixing stuck tape with a pen then this ‘Threadless Tee’ was made just for you! It simply screams nostalgia! In fact, the design is actually called ‘Nostalgia’. Check it out! P.S: This one comes in a close second!
Beat Box This month’s ‘Beat Box’ features a list of the songs and films that we are nostalgic about. We decided to split it evenly between the East and the West with Namita’s top picks for classic Hindi film songs and Aparna’s favorite classic Hollywood films. Top Five Black & White Bollywood Gems
Top Five Hollywood Classics
1. Yeh Raat Bheegi Bheegi (Film: Chori Chori) 2. Pyar Hua Iqrar Hua
(Film: Shree 420)
3. Babuji Dheere Chalna (Film: Aar-Paar)
1. North by Northwest 2. Charade 3. Bringing Up Baby
4. Pal Pal Dil Kai Paas (Film: Blackmail)
4. Twelve Angry Men
5. Aane Wala Pal
5. My Fair Lady
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Poetic Justice What Dreams Are Made Of I’ll give you a sprinkle of red and let you color the skies with it. Let it run down your dress and trace the lacing. Let it pierce through you and ignite all emotions and feelings. Let it imitate the crimson outline of your lips and seal the words all at once. I’ll give you a dash of cloudy skies and let them pour into your blue soul. Let it dance with your slate colored bangles creating chimes with the falling raindrops. I’ll give you a stash of yellows and let you play games with the sun. Give it a dab of orange and spray the desert sands with envy. Let you paint the old cafe walls and give them a reason to shy away. I’ll give you a fleck of jade and let you run in it. Let it ribbon itself around you and take vows with the sounds of music. Let you dip your shawl in it and shine like the stone that rings your finger. I’ll give you drizzle of whites and let the rays play tricks with it amidst the sunny winter days. Let you run your nails on the pearls that run around your neck. Let you lose your troubles in mounds of whipped cream that sit on the mocha. I’ll give you all this and a lot more if you dream on. - Namita
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Yearning for Yesterday It was only the other day that I made a trip back to my home, miles away. I sat at my table in my room, browsed through my collection of books, slept in my own bed and made an outing to the beach with my friends. Except, it was one of those trips taken in my mind. It was a usual day in my lab, sitting at my desk when something triggered the thoughts of home, where I had lived for twenty years. It got me thinking, why do we sometimes have that feeling of deja-vu and long for the good old days, even though we know we are never going to have them back? Why are the old days always ‘good’? Why is it that we are always reminded of what we deem to be the significant phases of our lives? While nostalgia is now widely accepted as an experience that many adults go through, in earlier centuries it was considered a neurotic disease. Nostalgia in the 17th century was seen as a mental disorder leading to depression and melancholy. The word was first described by a Swiss physician, Johannes Hofer in his dissertation. It was one of the first pieces of scientific writing to give importance to the mental aspects of nostalgia. Hofer explained that nostalgia affected people both psychically and physically. The word used by Hofer in his dissertation was ‘pothopatridalgia’- longing for the native land. He emphasized the bodily symptoms of disturbed sleep, loss of appetite, fever, stupor and weakness.
The prescribed remedy included leeches, opium and even trips to the Alps for some homesick Swiss soldiers! Sickness for one’s native land also manifested in other ways; aversion to foreign traditions, annoyance at the slightest provocation and praise for one’s own native land. Despite the scientific nature of his thesis, Hofer believed that nostalgia was a disease predominant among the Swiss and caused by animal spirits dangling in the brain fibers! From being viewed as a medical disorder associated with sadness in the 18th and 19th centuries, nostalgia is now viewed as a sociological condition. Today, nostalgia is considered an emotive state that is related to sentiments of the past and not having to do with physical attributes and characteristics of melancholy. With society becoming increasingly driven, one might think that people feel less strongly about leaving their country, home and family. Interestingly, the degree of attachment to the homeland is not any less with each passing generation. Instead, it is prevalent amongst many sections of society. Nostalgia is experienced irrespective of gender or the stage in life, even if the triggers are different. Rochberg-Halton in 1981, studied the subject matter that triggers nostalgia among men and women. They pointed out that the triggers of nostalgia for women tended to be objects to reflect upon, such as art and photographs, while for men, nostalgia was triggered by objects of action such as sports. In today’s age, nostalgia is also used as a tool to overcome loneliness. The more nostalgic individuals are, the more resilient they are when lonely. Psychologists Xinyue Zhou and
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Ding-Guo Gao studied the connection between nostalgia and loneliness. They reported that nostalgia created a feeling of togetherness as well as a sense of belonging in an unfamiliar place. When nostalgic thoughts were induced in a groups of participants, they perceived having a good amount of social support when compared to those who were not nostalgic. Nostalgia could magnify feelings of social support, and hence not trigger thoughts of loneliness. It could be a key to survival when one is overwhelmed with emotions such as depression and self-doubt or during times of loneliness. Have you noticed that when you need a sense of inclusion, you tend to do activities associated with old memories to relive the days? You pick up the phone and talk to an old buddy or read old letters? In her book, ‘The Future of Nostalgia’ Svetlana Byom writes about concept of ‘Reflective Nostalgia’- now understood to be healthy coping mechanism. It is associated with old memories and offers comfort to someone by reflecting upon the past. Why does nostalgia always relate to happy memories? Why is one never nostalgic about the bad phases in life? As mentioned before, the mind reconstructs memories from triggers. It tends to portray memories in a positive light as they are related to phases in our lives that are gone forever. These memories represent the past struggles that were overcome. The sights, smells and sounds that evoke nostalgic responses in us, not only recall the emotions but also the events associated with them. It could be a piece of music, or a movie that you loved watching as a child; a cake that you baked which turned out just like your mom’s cakes; or a scent that reminds you of your dad.
Nostalgia in the modern age has been exploited by marketing agencies who use their products to stimulate emotional reactions in people. They build an association with the consumer through a series of images, music and options that the consumer can already connect to. Marketing agencies also exploit the good memories customers associate with their own products. Kingfisher* is the king of good times for a reason! Even as I write this article on nostalgia, I find myself sifting through the photographs I brought back from my trip back home, and it makes me smile. I don’t yearn to have those days back, I only want to reflect upon them and refresh my mind and eyes so it gears me up for what lies ahead. *Kingfisher is a prominent beer manufacturer in India. Their popular slogan touts the brew as the ‘King of good times!’.
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A Memory Forever
Days have gone by, months, years. Lifetimes have been wasted; searching, waiting, wondering. Searching, waiting and wondering for when his life might change forever. For when a life might change him forever. Hoping for the one, the one to make him whole. Praying for the one, the one to make him truly feel; feel with all his heart that everything can be conquered. That the impossible can be reached.
Staring at the blank brick wall, so organized, so symmetric, so perfect, yet so unreal. So unreal that violence can be drawn. Every ounce of effort drawn to rip the wall down, to see whoâ€™s on the other side waiting; waiting to make him happyhappy forever.
That a lifetime can be spent beside her with no regrets, no fears, and no shames.
Days have gone by, months, years. Lifetimes have been wasted searching, waiting, wondering. - Virat
Such a life can only be dreamt with her. Can only be attained with her. Can only be perfected with her. Can only be ruined without her.
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Big Metal Trunks It was almost ritualistic. Every three years we would bring in the dusting cloths and the manpower and meticulously begin distributing into big metal trunks. Each box was cleaned and left out to air. The biggest ones were reserved for the crystal and china. The smaller ones were sent to our rooms. What were initially big empty metal trunks now held parts of our lives; each labeled for convenience. However, they held more than just books, clothes and shoes. These trunks held memories. The books with which I first learned to read and the baseball bats with which we brothers fought. They held memories of my dad’s bachelor days; memories of mom’s years as a college graduate, when she she dreamed of being a geologist. All of this was due to the fact that my father was in the army. This was how we moved our lives to new places. In big metal trunks. Ever since I can remember my father had a giant metal trunk which, along with the rest, would be shifted from one town to another. Every new town would see us unloading that giant metal trunk and meticulously arranging his amazing audio cassette collection. When I was very young, I didn’t quite appreciate his collection. However, when my siblings and I grew up, Dad would take the time and introduce us to the musical legends of his time- Queen, AC/DC, Rainbow, Pink Floyd, Grand Funk Railroad and Black Sabbath, to name a few.
With these bands playing in our home round the clock, it was only natural for my eldest brother to pick up the guitar, only to be followed by my twin. I have yet to follow suit but I believe I am compelled by a strong family ‘legacy’ to pick it up soon. But those early years of sitting around the dining table and digging through that giant metal trunk helped me discover my own interest in music. Even though my musical interests have developed greatly over the years, I still owe it to those rock legends for introducing music as a medium to unwind. With cassette tapes now obsolete and the tapes themselves defunct, the giant metal trunk now lies at the back of the garage. But the music lives on!
Me (L), my twin brother (R) and our best friend (center)!
There was one trunk different from the rest. It was rummaged through more often than the rest of the big metal trunks. It had photos of when we were all kids; photos from when my parents learned to walk; photos from when I learnt to walk. I loved to go through this box. I would relive every photograph; remind myself of every story and laugh at all the jokes shared then. This giant metal box was never going to see the back of a garage! Many years later when I was wondering
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what to give my best friend, it came to my rescue! We hadn’t met in eighteen years and so finding that perfect gift became all the more important. I rummaged through the big metal trunk and I found what I was looking for- a faded photograph of us, taken all those years ago. Today, it hangs on a wall in her home and is symbolic of the fondness that has cemented. It wasn’t very easy packing my life into one box after another. However, it did give me a sense of what was important. Everything unimportant would be left behind. Those big metal boxes were my life in a capsule. The act of boxing memories became familiar. Every place thereafter had a box of keepsakes to go with it. Each item was conspicuously insignificant to others, but meant an immense amount to me. Today, when I am so far away from home in a new country it is another such box that gets me through moments of nostalgia and yearning for home. And when I leave from here I will continue to add to it. All, in that big metal trunk. - Aman
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Of Black & White tucked away in one corner Packed away in some shoe box.
trying so hard to survive.
Of the letters, photos and dreams
Of every anecdote told,
treasured for their existence.
of every memoir relived,
The faces,the eyes, the names
the heart travels to the land
Of the sepia covered images,
where you get more than you give.
lined with layers of dust.
The tears that dried up years ago and the smiles that turned to rust. The colors but fade away, and the songs are forever lost. But that slight tinge of memory is the warmth in this night of frost. They build up and they perish. On every walk of life,
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