Was just looking through my itunes library when my eyes fell on the song 'Photograph' by nickelback. That's it. I just saw the name. Didn't even have to hear it. . .And off i was. . . Rose colored spectacles, Summer days, a pop rock band playing on the side of a hill, me squinting at the sun as the camera zooms out, panning to my right as it does so, finally stopping as you see a boy standing on the top of a mountain holding his parent's hands as he joyfully swings his legs off the ground. Children comparing lunch boxes at school, family vacations in goa, soft furry dogs, teenage love, ratlami sev (HEY ! stop laughing !!), two boys on a building terrace in the middle of the desert looking at the night sky, nights spent playing cards, transcendental moments in the middle of a crappy park of a crappy town (Crappy in a very 'modern', fixed paradigm sense), ice candy (golas really...damn i'm pretentious, aren't I ?(:D)) for 2 rupees, more dogs, more love, more ratlami sev and.......Sigh.....
It's excrutiating. . . Painful. . Beautiful. . .warm and fuzzy with the smell of fabric softener(I'm assuming that's what that is :D). . . Just...Just lovely. . . Nostalgia.. .
Well, sometimes you feel like you're 80 when you're really just 20.. .The years behind you stretch endlessly like a dream, an infinity that ends too soon, so much so that you wonder, whether you really did all that. . Whether you really were the snotty kid, who cried on the first day of school, hid under a desk so you wouldn't be chosen for the school play, who sat, moonstruck listening to MLTR and Westlife, who's mother hung a poster saying ' No bugs allowed' in your room, the day after you had that bad dream . . .
I wonder. . .All those years, all feel like a dream. The 5 years at home, 10 in school, 2 in kota and even the first 2 years of college, seem unreal, fake, fictional. . It's like lookng back at your life and seeing the pages of a comic book you don't remember reading, but that evokes in you a strong feeling of Deja Vu.. .
At this point, I can hear you screaming: Get the F*#% on with it ( but at the same time i'm sure you're misty eyed with a small smile on your face, feeling as old as hell. . )But yes. . I will get the f*#% on with it. .
We spend our lives moving forward, knowing, if not fully understanding that while we go ahead we leave behind a lot of things, a lot of us.. things that we will look at again when we're 40,60 or 80, vowing to live life to the fullest, to treasure the moment, for it will be gone soon. Be it happy or sad, frustrating or fulfilling, it is and will be Us. It will have a chapter, or a paragraph, or atleast a line in the book of your life. And like it is with books, we read past the chapters to reach the climax, the finale , the end, not realising that it is slipping away, in a sense forever. . .Knowing something means not 'not knowing it'. We live life like that. . Skipping chapters to reach something that we feel, will be the culmination and the justification for all we have done. . .
I will now proceed to preach to you :
Live life, you dumbfucks ! Next time you're bathing, sing louder, close your eyes and imagine yourself to be dancing in the rain. Next time you meet your parents, or your grand parents, hold their hand a bit tighter. . there will be a day when it will no longer be possible. Laugh at your friends jokes, you will lose contact with them and, years later, smile at some old remembered statment and wish you had played more, lived more. When you next look at the setting sun, and are amazed by it's beauty, stare at it for those 5 extra seconds, soon it will be naught more than a photograph.When you next find yourself, standng on a hill, the bulding terrace or even the road, and you feel the wind blowing something marvelous, close your eyes and stand there with your arms outstretched. . Yeah , your friends will say you're gay, but when you're all bedridden invalids you can laugh at them and have your fun ( But you won't want to . . )
Read this whe nyou feel sad, even the teensiest bit. .
'http://likemylife.homestead.com/inspirationalquoteslivinglifetothefullest.html'
(Or alternatively, read this post :D :D. . I mean you'll come here to get the link anyway :D)
Listen to these songs
Cranberries : Imagine, ode to my family, Dreams
Westlife: seasons in the sun
Baz luhman: Sunscreen
Nickelback : Photograph
Vitamin C : Graduation
Laree chootee, lamha ye jayega kahan
Greenday: Rotting ,time of your life
3 doors down: Be like that
and then tell me more like these.....
PS: I'm sorry for going all wussy on you. . . hey wait ! i'm not . . screw you !
PPS: *Sniff*(Really...)
PPPS: Oh, and nothing says it better than 'Aanewala pal, jaanewala hai . . '
