This is a "Did you ever notice?" articles. If you are not in the mood, I think there's a good movie playing on TNT that you might want to check out ;o).
I think images and smells are quite interesting as a carriage for memories. Do you guys agree ? Everytime I hear the opening flute sequence from "Chinna Chinna Roja" from "Roja", I am reminded of the corridor outside Murali/Krishna & Ramanathan/Lazar's rooms. There were these good times that were spent sitting there chatting with my good friends while watching Rameshwaram express steaming past in the 6.30 morning sun. Well past the cashew groves and the compound wall of the CECRI campus. This song was playing in the background. The memory is of us trying to time the Roja song opening line to the train passing by, while the sun was still coming up. That reminds me of this beat-up tape-recorder that Murali had. It was the size of big folder. Worked well for the beating it took. There was this one frigid (then it was!) december morning, when we did get it right and got the timing right. There were 3 blissful minutes spent in silence while we watched the perfect blending of the sun, train and song. That is an image to keep for eternity.
Everytime my birthday rolls by, I remember Chockka. It was 1990. Chockka woke me up on my birthday so we could go to the local temple before the mess opened. 6.30am in the morning, Chockka and I were on his bicycle. Now his bicycle was the lifeline of our hostel-house. For 10 of us, his bike was the only way to get anywhere faster than walking. Well-used in the 4 years it spent with us. Anyway, this was when the bike was still new. We had just left our hostel-house. Sokka was pedalling while I was trying not to fall asleep, when he stopped abruptly. I was jolted awake, and blurted out "Enn..." when he shushed me and asked me to look to the left (outside Dr.Rao's house). I did, and found a mongoose family under a tree very close to the road. Could not have been 4 feet away. The eyes were red, and all 4 were on their hind legs, watching us. The most rivetting sight to our sleepy sore eyes. We didnt speak for a while while we rushed to the temple and the mess thereafter. For a change I felt good going to classes. Thanks to Sokka, I have a memory to keep as long as I live. Talking of sokka, having been his room-mate for 4 years, one can imagine I would have a few barrel-fulls of memories to let out. In due course of time.
Talking about our days in the hostel-house, I remember the one time I was coming back to my house from the one Ramanathan stayed in. I had to cross a grassy patch of land. The grass up to my hips and dry. It was
Some songs remind me of my teenage crushes. Our Hawaii
Good luck and a fair day.