Showing posts with label Moving on. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Moving on. Show all posts

Monday, 21 April 2008

Meeting the Past

Packin your stuff brings you face 2 face with your past memories. Things you were looking for all over but cudnt find...to things you kept too carefully to remember again. The past weekend was nostalgia full on for me. I found hidden in my almira, things I have been carrying with me since ages…some toh I dint even know exist.


My music diary. This is a good 11 yrs old…back when I was learning classical music…it’s tattered to no end with yellowed pages. But it symbolizes the most beautiful times of my school life…when I was just myself.


My Ghungroo. No I wasn’t into classical dancing but I have a string of 20-25 ghungroos. It’s a single string, not a pair. I like their sweet tingling sound. Plan to hang them in my room as a substitute to wind chimes.


Remember the amazing viral marketing spin by Ruffle Lays? I and my brother had a huuuuuuuge collection of these taazos. Infact, we had created an album for this.


McDonalds used to be my brother’s fav hound for nothing else but those toys that we used to get from there.


I found an unposted letter written to my friend 5 years back. I was always into writing and used to write her long letters full of nothing else but crap and gossip. Dunno why I did not post this one.


My remedy to overcome bad moods and anger, just spill it all out on a piece of paper and read it after 3-4 days. You tend to laugh at it that time and then you can burn it off. Guess I never got back to some of them after 3-4 days…some of those venting out creations were 7 years old! And ya…I did laugh at them.


A calendar of year 2000 that I got from Jaipur, mainly coz I liked the paintings on each page...I even recreated some of them.


A travel kit gifted to me by my brother on Rakshabandhan. It had a mirror, comb, tooth brush, tooth paste, soap and a mini towel. Never really got round to use it.


My Barbie doll and her clothes and kitchen set.


Fake currency notes that were quiet in vogue some 10 years back.


A glow toy that I had with me…it used to be my bed-partner along with my dolls and teddy bears. It somehow gave me a sense of security.


A book on Russian folk stories (funny I had read Russian when I was young and here I am struggling with Fyodor Dostoevsky)


My passpost size photographs when I was in class 10. I could actually see the transformation since these 8 years!


Other then these, ofcourse there was also some windfall gains as:
A pillow cover that mom had been lookin for since looooong time


A stationary kit. My brother once asked me if I have it with me since he cudn’t really find it anywhere else and I obviously said No.


A notebook with some important notes. I knew I have it with me but just cudnt find it when I needed it.


A SPOON!! Don’t ask me how did dat land in my almira.


4-5 towels


Uncountable number of handkerchiefs all distributed in my handbags and jeans pockets n all. Unfortunately no windfall gains in terms of money :(


My almira was nothing less then a pandora’s box I guess. But it was fun going through all those times again. Some things I have to leave behind but then…memories are not dependant on material objects right.

Friday, 11 April 2008

Mom, Me and my wardrobe

I am back to my nostalgic trips (for the recent readers of my blog, my earlier nostalgic stint lead to these posts.)
One of the biggest challenges in shifting your home comes in form of packing up of all your belongings. Add to it when you have to pack each and every thing all by yourself coz your mom doesn’t trust the packers & movers ppl (They’ll just stuff in everything without wrapping it properly. What if something breaks off? And how will I know which carton has what?...and so on) Infact, my next few posts might be based on this moving on only.
Dats when u realize just how much clutter you had actually accumulated. I dint even realize I had sooooo many clothes (though my mom never failed to make me aware of this)!! There are few which I have ahem..well..sorta..outgrown and there are some which could have been worn but wrnt coz I simply dint remember that I have them! And now when its clearing up time, I am in a dilemma….should I throw them away or keep them with me? And for the outgrown ones, throwing away would mean that I’m accepting that I’ll never get back to them. So my mom is these days constantly on the lookout for a chance to raid on my wardrobe while im trying to hide my treasure from her.
This is what a typical evening in my house goes like these days when she is going through my collection of clothes.
As it happens generally, she opens the closet and few jeans come tumbling down on her. *sigh* talk of a bad start.
Mom: See…this is what I don’t like. You don’t even take care of your clothes. Then after some time you say that they have lost their look and you want more.

Me: I do!!! Arrey that toh I was getting late for office so I just stuffed them in. I was about to put them in properly abhi.

Mom: Ya right. I have been hearing this since last how many years now? Neway rehne do.

And we start going through each of them one by one.

Mom: This!! Throw this away...when was the last time you wore it huh?

Me: I will now pucca se. (*i guess saying that it got kinda lost in the heap of clothes wouldn't have really helped so i decided to keep mum)

Mom: And u better give away all these trousers...they dont fit you anymore and you obviously arnt gonna do anything about it.

(*my mom surely knows how to prick me. As was expected, dis statement got me all fired up)

Me: Kya matlab? ofcourse im gonna do something about it. I am not throwing it away...no way!

We carried on calmly for some time till she got to a salwar suit. This is always been a raw nerve with my mom. While she adores salwar suits, i aint really fond of them and she hates it when they just keep on hanging in my closet.

Mom: Look at this one...so pretty! and you literally fought with me to get this one stiched but now you just dont wear it.

Me: Mom its kinda glittery..i cant wear it to office n all.

Mom: Its not!! bus tumhe hi aisa lagta hai...why you have to wear such dull clothes.

Me: Arrey! just coz i dont wear THIS particular suit, all my clothes are dull!?!? Kya logic hai ismein?

Mom: Tumhe na toh apne kapdo ka khayal rakhna hai, na hi inhe phekna hai. Bus keep on stuffing them in. This is a pathetic T-shirt!! Its even faded. what are you gonna do with this?

Me: Ummm ya its kinda faded but i like it n i do wear it.

Mom: Ye bekaar hai.

And with that statement, she finally put one T-shirt in discarded clothes section. And before i could even realise, few more were added to it. :(

Mom: All these skirts...why dont you wear them anymore?

Me: Mom these are those huuuge skirts that were in some 5 years back! i cant wear them NOW! They look weird!!

Mom: Then why did you buy this one the other day?

Me: This is a wrap around skirt. They look good.

Mom: Tumhara toh kuch samajh mein hi nahi aata ki kab kaya achcha hai kya nahi hai. Do it yourself. I am loosing my patience.

Me (with a big smile): Okie! :)

Its not that she is indeed done with it. She'll be back i knw and the same thing will happen. Few of my collection will be martyred for a larger cause :P