Yesterday was a national holiday and I have become a bad Indian to assume that national holiday is nothing but another holiday, and I am getting an extra holiday to sleep! Well I may sound really bad, but how many of us know what’s the meaning of republic? I don’t know, honestly I don’t know!In school I used to give speech saying , aaj ke din 50 saal pehle humara samvidhan lagu hua tha!!!samvidhan kaun janta hai iska matlab?I don’t what my samvidhan is!
Delhi during every January freezes and dad would be there in India Gate performing his official duty, so that forced us to get up and watch the parade in TV thinking thousands of people like pa are performing their duties there. So it was a ritual to get up at 8 and switch the TV on that early in the morning and watch. Otherwise to switch the TV so early in the morning on any other holiday is strictly prohibited for us and also for dad, because morning of a holiday are the time for cleaning, studying and doing household work, may be this a one of the consequences of mother being a teacher1i love that fact its that way, and I have got used to of it.
Well yesterday was very different for me. Although it was republic day and holiday, rest everything was different. First republic day in Chennai,I got up with a loud noise (well I can say noise, because it disturbed my sleep) of A.R.Rehman’s Vande Mataram, well that could have been slightly normal, if it was in Hindi, which also was not. Never mind, managed to get up and start the day as I had lot of things to do. But we both started to think, where were we last Republic day?Lavanya tried to search for the patriotic songs in laptop, which she had downloaded last year. And she did manage to find them and had put in competition to the speaker playing outside, to tell him bhaiya hindi gaane chala de.lol.
So this thought took me in my thoughts as usual. What was I doing this time last year I don’t remember, but yes I do remember special occasions when something special happened, like on last to last diwali, we went to Bhargav Uncle’s home for dinner, on my last to last Birthday , me and Lavanya went to Delhi war cemetery and she shouting on me, birthday wale din u have brought me to a burial place, but we remembered it. Last valentine’s day, I went to attend some classes, seeing all the couples happily spending time, and me driving down the roads of Delhi all alone, and then evening with sis,shweta shilpa and priyam bhaiya, we all had my favorite hot chocolate fudge at Nirula’s, at Priyas(a place to hang out in Delhi).I still remember I was in my favorite pink ZOO-ZOO t-shirt with my white overcoat and jeans.
But we don’t remember all days like these special days, but I remember when I was a kid I used to write my daily dairy which no doubt were thrown when the diary was over, but mom made us do that to improve our English vocabulary and writing skills :-).and now we are grown up, writing a diary would be considered foolish.
So to conclude, I wonder whether memories should be saved in terms of photos and diaries and blogs (a new concept I read recently the blog diary). I loved the idea Not diverting, should memories be saved or not? Or just live the moment and get over with it? I felt living the moment for now is a better idea, because memories at times, hurts us more, if good memories land up being over fast. But I still laugh at the marriage photos of my parents and video’s of my uncle and aunt and observing their tensing reactions during their marriages, it seems funny and I think memories should be saved. But when I imagine a widow mother looking at the photo’s of old days, with her husband and children, during their happy times, where she is all alone these days (namesake book effect, although haven’t finished it, sis told the partial story which was somewhat like this, when wife remembers life after the husband’s death), I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a daughter parting away from her parents after her marriage, parents sitting alone at home, watching her photos as a kid, I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a daughter seeing the photos or video of her mother (who is no more in this earth), mother running behind her small daughter, to give her food, I feel memories should not be saved. When I see a son, seeing the albums of his dad, who is no more and son looks himself in mirror to see if he looks like his dad now, I feel memories should be saved, or I guess should not be saved. When I see a lover, reading the old cards and letters, and looking at the gifts by her/his beloved, who no longer is with her/him (for any/many of the reasons), I feel memories should not be saved.
Should memories be saved or not? I am still wondering!!!!
