Standing on the deck of a ferry, with a cup of takeaway coffee, I was sensing the delicacies of nature, the gentle evening breeze, hustle of English Channel, drizzle drops in dusky twilight and romantic shades of orange, painted on sky. Loud & wild cheery laughter interrupted my senses and dragged my attention towards that noisy group of teens. I am not sure, whether it was the magic of stunning nature or sounds of teen spirit, which miraculously drove me within my own world of beautiful memories.
Those were the days, when mobile or social networking sites weren't in access to everyone, but we believed, “stay together, rather than virtually connected”. The days when friendship day meant, tying a true band on friend’s hand, houseful movie theatres and waiting list in ‘My Food’ restaurant. The days when I never wore something called ‘branded’, yet enjoyed every bit of shopping (with friends), at season's most popular ‘sale’.
What a fun was it running to ‘sawariya stall’ with bosom buddies for pani poori’s, eating world’s best 'hot n spicy' brinjal bajjiyas in the monsoon’s first rain, and licking ice-creams together in the luscious spark of scorching summer. Evenings of May, for us just meant repeatedly visiting fair with different set of friends, enjoying different rides, shopping 'rasta ka maal' (declaring sasta kamaal) and at the end of the day having tangy gobi manchurian on street, with gregarious group and loud laughter. Recapturing every flake of moments, from my packet of memories, smells like a fragrancing goblet, which eventually leaves me short of words, to express my gratitude for owning these memories.
Clamour in canteen, dumb charades in break, late night chats, last moment studies, saree day shopping, toggling crush, love affairs, silly fights, messy classes, mass bunk ...and what not?? - Collage of memories which makes me fall in love with my city, and it's every corner again and again.
GADAG - This palindrome city, by many authors is described as the city of poets, a city that exhibits huge historical architecture and intricate carvings. Well, for me it is a place, where every corner states a story, where I have learned to 'share n care', ' trust n hope', 'love n live'. It is a place where I have “laughed loud enough, loved true enough and fought hard enough”. The smell of black soil and that cotton aroma in the breeze excites, comforts and motivates me even today.
It’s not a populous city like Mumbai, neither very happening like Bangalore, not a well-planned city or most developed city like Lavasa or Delhi. It cannot be described as a town of machinery & tall chimneys, neither is it a sea shore. No malls, no multiplex, no leisure centers, no casinos and yet without hesitation, I would love calling it, "A city of fantasy".
Because, Gadag is a city of amicable people, who puts you in festive spirit, who can gift you their precious time, companionship and wonderful memories for lifetime. It is a place where you see scarcity of water, but not of good friends, where internet connections may take time but heart connections are pretty quick. Here live people, who value feelings over machines.
Despite staying in comforts of London, every now and then I miss those ‘golden days’, I miss my friends, my neighbours and those stupid tittle-tattle’s.
I now realize, to fall in love with your city, it need not be ultra clean, beautiful, well developed or happening. Affectionate friends, chocolaty moments with them and few flavourful memories can create a miraculous bond between you and your city.
It’s well said, “Hold cherished memories, forever by your side, and like treasures they will continue to shine. They are always free, to warm your heart, soothe your soul and make you smile”.
Preoccupied with our demanding lives, today we are haunted by virtuality. Virtual cakes, virtual bands, virtual flowers, virtual cards. Infact, 'friends in reality' have now turned to 'friends of virtualty'. We talk to hundreds of friends on FB, Twitter, Whatsapp, but cannot pour our heart out to single person. We have become technowizards, neither have time for friends, nor have feelings for ourselves.
In the midst of our ambitious life, romantic relationship, family issues and stressful work, we certainly ought to grab some space for ourselves, to spice up our life, to enrich our living, to rejuvenate ourselves. So make a move today, spend some quality time with buddies who breaks you open and makes you feel light. Life is all about creating beautiful memories. So,
“Today’s finest moments become tomorrow’s cherished memories.”
Those were the days, when mobile or social networking sites weren't in access to everyone, but we believed, “stay together, rather than virtually connected”. The days when friendship day meant, tying a true band on friend’s hand, houseful movie theatres and waiting list in ‘My Food’ restaurant. The days when I never wore something called ‘branded’, yet enjoyed every bit of shopping (with friends), at season's most popular ‘sale’.
What a fun was it running to ‘sawariya stall’ with bosom buddies for pani poori’s, eating world’s best 'hot n spicy' brinjal bajjiyas in the monsoon’s first rain, and licking ice-creams together in the luscious spark of scorching summer. Evenings of May, for us just meant repeatedly visiting fair with different set of friends, enjoying different rides, shopping 'rasta ka maal' (declaring sasta kamaal) and at the end of the day having tangy gobi manchurian on street, with gregarious group and loud laughter. Recapturing every flake of moments, from my packet of memories, smells like a fragrancing goblet, which eventually leaves me short of words, to express my gratitude for owning these memories.
Clamour in canteen, dumb charades in break, late night chats, last moment studies, saree day shopping, toggling crush, love affairs, silly fights, messy classes, mass bunk ...and what not?? - Collage of memories which makes me fall in love with my city, and it's every corner again and again.
GADAG - This palindrome city, by many authors is described as the city of poets, a city that exhibits huge historical architecture and intricate carvings. Well, for me it is a place, where every corner states a story, where I have learned to 'share n care', ' trust n hope', 'love n live'. It is a place where I have “laughed loud enough, loved true enough and fought hard enough”. The smell of black soil and that cotton aroma in the breeze excites, comforts and motivates me even today.
It’s not a populous city like Mumbai, neither very happening like Bangalore, not a well-planned city or most developed city like Lavasa or Delhi. It cannot be described as a town of machinery & tall chimneys, neither is it a sea shore. No malls, no multiplex, no leisure centers, no casinos and yet without hesitation, I would love calling it, "A city of fantasy".
Because, Gadag is a city of amicable people, who puts you in festive spirit, who can gift you their precious time, companionship and wonderful memories for lifetime. It is a place where you see scarcity of water, but not of good friends, where internet connections may take time but heart connections are pretty quick. Here live people, who value feelings over machines.
Despite staying in comforts of London, every now and then I miss those ‘golden days’, I miss my friends, my neighbours and those stupid tittle-tattle’s.
We laughed hard enough, till our faces turned blue,
we never realised when time just ticked and flew.
Talking about crazy lill things, crap and funny,
we were together, be it shade or sunny.
we were together, be it shade or sunny.
May be this is the way of giving my buddies a heartfilled thanks,
without you guys, all those fun and pranks would just be, dotted blanks…
“Friends leave memories in your heart and footprints on your soul”.
It’s well said, “Hold cherished memories, forever by your side, and like treasures they will continue to shine. They are always free, to warm your heart, soothe your soul and make you smile”.
Preoccupied with our demanding lives, today we are haunted by virtuality. Virtual cakes, virtual bands, virtual flowers, virtual cards. Infact, 'friends in reality' have now turned to 'friends of virtualty'. We talk to hundreds of friends on FB, Twitter, Whatsapp, but cannot pour our heart out to single person. We have become technowizards, neither have time for friends, nor have feelings for ourselves.
In the midst of our ambitious life, romantic relationship, family issues and stressful work, we certainly ought to grab some space for ourselves, to spice up our life, to enrich our living, to rejuvenate ourselves. So make a move today, spend some quality time with buddies who breaks you open and makes you feel light. Life is all about creating beautiful memories. So,
Chit-chat again,
Laugh loud again
Be yourself and live again.
