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January 09, 2006

Itsy Bits-y post - scene 1 from my head.

Sometimes, I surprise myself by the clarity and vividness with which I can recall memories, more like moments, scenes be it from a few days ago or several years ago, it's all there in full color and I remember the most mundane details - the color of my dress that day, the background sounds, even fleeting thoughts that ran across my head that moment, many years ago...

I remember that I wore a white salwaar kameez with small purple flowers in it, I remember that I was standing in Meera Bhawan (Bits) and carrying a green plastic bucket in my hand and my dad was giving me some more advice about living in a hostel, away from home...and then I saw him. He had not worn his glasses that day and I remember thinking that he looked better with his glasses on. For a second, I forgot how awkward I looked carrying the bucket, forgot every other sound and presence around me and I blushed. All the sweet innocence and color that a sixteen year old can muster, when her eyes meet the eyes of yet another sixteen year old boy that she was hoping very much that she would run into, "by chance", rose up my face.

And while that moment was fantastic and embarassing at the same time, since my dad followed my line of my sight and proceeded to ask me, "Hey, doesn't he look familiar? Let me go talk to him and see if he shares some common classes with you" and it took me a while to dissuade him, the memory stayed back - pristine and perfect.

And I still wonder why I remember the moment as I do now. The boy is forgotten, the feeling is archived - stored as a bit of memory, pleasant to recall but difficult to reproduce now, the sixteen year old girl is ten years older now...still, the memory remains, like many others, painting itself in front of my eyes, as if it happened yesterday...

Strange, what the mind decides to store and what it rejects :)

10 comments:

kamal said...

Who is the guy ??!!!! :)) ...

Shiva said...

so RS - you have dipped into ur pensive now ? :) And remembering a BOY whom you met on the FIRST day of hostel when you were SIXTEEN years old ?! Deadly combo ma'am !!

BUS said...

since the first day itself u started huh!!! :)

dinesh said...
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dinesh said...

I remember many such incidents as well..perfectly vivid. One such involved a 16 year old girl when I was 16 years old and was walking with my dad ! Crystal clear ! Just like any other dad would have, my dad went on to embarass me as well ! Funny memory that !

Kamal, why do you want to know ? :).. You know it's not you, and even if you know who it is you can't do anything about it ! Then why the un necessary knowledge ? :)

RS said...

kamal - I was going to answer your question but dinesh has a point, you know?! :)

bingo boy - very true.

shiva - :) sometimes i want to clean out my pensieve, it gets overloaded!

bus - yup, didnt wait three years and overload the last year, like you ;)

dinesh - :) Thinking I should post just a few of these crystal clear moments here...

expertdabbler said...

it just pops out out of nowhere isn't it? and what thought causes this in our head is even more interesting.

Kumari said...

My first day in Bits I too met a boy. I was in ANC with my parents. There was a huge crowd of similar families huddled around. I was drinking Mirinda when i saw this guy in the adjacent table. He was tall, fair and surprisingly handsome. I lifted my mirinda bottle but i was ogling so much, i had tilted it before it reached my mouth :) Denched my brown, over-sized salwar with it.

I did look for that guy in every other class but I guess he quit. Or mutated into one of those uninteresting guys some Bitsians turn into :)

I guess it's better to be happy we remember than regret that we have forgotten. :)

Raju said...

My first time here..

mmm.. it happens... it happens all the (important) time.. even the smells associated with some of 'THE' moments always remind me of those times. That is one of the mysteries of human brain.. More often than not, the 'impactful' moments are stored in the mind..

RS said...

p~k - :)

kumari - Or mutated into one of those uninteresting guys some Bitsians turn into :)

:))) We could write entire blogs just based on bits, right? :)

raju - true indeed...welcome to my place :)

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