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Sunday, January 27, 2008

Memories....

Sitting inside a four walled Box
we look, we see, we stare
People pass by, things move on
You wonder if you still care

She had spent seventy years of her life running behind this elusive wonder called life. She always strived to be the best in every role she had ever adorned, be it a daughter, a wife, a daughter-in-law or a mother. Not one wrong step, not one error in judgment, nothing against the family values, she had been pretty much the embodiment of virtues that youngsters are made to look up to.... yet here she was, all alone, in this white washed room, totally devoid of color and happiness, WAITING.....

"Madam, your son has come to see you"

"I will be there in a minute", she said.

"Hi ma, hope you are doing fine. How are things going on here? if they are not taking care of you well, we can always shift you to another place... it will be done as per your wish", her son stated.

"It's ok. I'm fine. You don't have to go through any extra ounce of trouble on my behalf", she replied, with an undercurrent of mockery in her voice.

Their meeting ended in about half an hour after which her son had to rush to the office. This was not new to her as she encountered the very same experience once every month. Somehow it did not matter to her anymore.

As she sat on one edge of the bed, she was reminded of the first time she had climbed on her neighbor's tree to eat the raw mango, the first time their family had a group photograph taken using the old daguerreotype, the first time she had confided into her mother after having stolen something, the first time she had fallen in love but had to give up in order to marry the guy her parents had chosen, the first time she carried her son in her arms, the first time she had dropped him at school and felt the pangs of separation....

There she stopped, how the cycle of life reinvents itself....

What a double edged sword memories can be! They bring back the days, yet they cannot bring back time. They bring back the voices and shadows, yet they cannot bring the people. They make you smile and cry all at the very same instant. They take you on a time travel, yet they deem you powerless to alter anything. There were still questions ringing in her head....

Does order exist in chaos?
Does chaos exist in order?
Is time absolute?
Is time relative?
Is there an ending?
Was there a beginning?

You wonder, you question, you ponder,
you think, you reason, you chase…
may be we like mysteries in life,
may be that’s why they are still questions....

35 Comments:

  • At January 27, 2008 at 11:56 PM , Blogger Abbas said...

    awesome di. see... i m the first to read ur blog :-D

     
  • At January 28, 2008 at 9:18 AM , Blogger Anu said...

    namba mudiyavillai!!!!

    anyways thanks da... :-) glad u liked it(have to call other dogs to find out what they are doin!!)

    i ll get u a cookie for this!! he he lol

     
  • At January 28, 2008 at 10:07 AM , Blogger DHIVYA ARASAPPAN said...

    Awesome, awesome post! My favorite post of yours so far!

    Lotsa profound thoughts, but because its so well written, it is much easier to take in.

    I loved how you said that memories are a double-edged sword-
    'They bring back the days, yet they cannot bring back time.'
    How true! I never thought of it that way!

     
  • At January 28, 2008 at 11:38 AM , Blogger Anu said...

    @dhivya
    thx dude!! really glad u liked it...

    i felt may be it was too abstract... but hopefully they fall within the bounds of comprehension...

     
  • At January 28, 2008 at 8:42 PM , Blogger Karthik Balasubramanian said...

    Nice bunch of questions in the end.. a moving story.. that was a kickass post..

     
  • At January 29, 2008 at 12:28 AM , Blogger Nivi said...

    Oh my gawd! You have arrived and arrived big time.
    My fav post ever.Beautiful. It was an amazing thought brilliantly executed, especially the flurry of questions at the end. Amazing. I am speechless to be honest.

    And Yes, its the mysteries in life that make it worth living, that make us want to get up everyday morning to pursue this game, the game of life.

    The only game where you don't
    win,you dont lose and yet in some way sensible only to god, you win the greatest prize for having tried and participated in this game.

     
  • At January 29, 2008 at 10:41 AM , Blogger chandru said...

    hai Anu, your blog on "Memories" ponders over the present and future generations life style. Time is always relative. Order does not exist in chaos. But surely it is not a mystery,but it is realistic expression and what is the practical situation every onehas to pass through these ages for the good of someone. it is very practical also. It was a wonderful way of expressing it.

    continue song good Blog more.

    DAD
    Though provoking. It was nice. Keep it up.

     
  • At January 30, 2008 at 12:45 AM , Blogger Anu said...

    @b.k
    thx dude... glad u liked it!! enga rommba naala no blog updation?

    @nivi
    thanks a loooooooooooot!

    "The only game where you don't
    win,you dont lose and yet in some way sensible only to god, you win the greatest prize for having tried and participated in this game."-- whoa! wat a thought... totally mirrored what i had in mind abt LIFE

    im totally in seventh heaven on reading ur comments! thx again!

    @dad
    thx... glad u liked it! :-)

    glad to know it was thought provoking... hopefully my posts are intended to make ppl think!! our lives have become so machine driven nowadays that we have lost touch with our very own thought process...

     
  • At January 30, 2008 at 1:17 AM , Blogger navien said...

    Awsomeeeee!!! Wonderful post anu..Ur best so far!!!

    Last paragraph n questions r so movin..no wat i ponder a lot abt old persons wen dey r sittin in dat restin-chair n alone..wat wud b der thought patterns like.. nostalgic n recursive..u ve brought it out so well!!

     
  • At January 30, 2008 at 10:54 AM , Blogger Anu said...

    @navien
    thx a tonne dude!

    glad u liked it... yeah even i have wondered many a times what goes on in their minds...

     
  • At January 31, 2008 at 10:51 AM , Blogger Aj said...

    Wow... U have become Rajnikant... Just the way he acts a movie every two years nowadays, u too churn out a blog every 2 months... glad that the freshness of ur writing has remained in intact.. Great going keep it up... I am sure we wont let this happen to our parents...

     
  • At February 1, 2008 at 3:14 AM , Blogger N!kh!l said...

    What a double edged sword memories can be! and the para that follows. AWESOME STUFF !!!!!!! Makes me salute you.Its posts like these that make me visit this place again and again :-)

     
  • At February 1, 2008 at 7:22 AM , Blogger Ramesh said...

    WOW.... I LIKED EACH AND EVERY LINE IN THIS POST..... its so well wriiten.....superb.....

     
  • At February 2, 2008 at 11:16 AM , Blogger Sesh said...

    Man,

    Really wonderful,y portrayed the feelings of a solitary mother, solitary lady.. As ppl mentioned, the usage of word like double ended sword for comparison, it hits the reader with the sharpness of ur thought and idea..

    The last ironical questions added great glamour to the post.

    Keep it up!!!

     
  • At February 2, 2008 at 5:57 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    @aj
    thx dude.... analum u compared me to rajnikant. konjam too much.

    if u have noticed, this is my second blog fr the month of jan... :-) but anyways the frequency has reduced due to a lot of other things.... not getting enough inspiration dude

    but thx a lot for the comments! :-)

    @nikhil
    thx a lot! glad u liked it... i do hope u keep visiting :-)

    @ramesh
    whoa finally someone got time out of their work to read my blog!!

    anyways im glad u read it and u liked it :-)

    @sesh
    thx a lot da.... enna da romba busyaa??? glad that u liked it... i do hope it was not too cynical

     
  • At February 3, 2008 at 7:20 AM , Blogger Destination Infinity said...

    It was glad that you chose to write on this topic. The post was indeed good, but more that that, the subject chosen was very apt and indeed even the timing. There was a time when people were earning so very less and had to litrally work for their next months meals. Still the parents were never sent out. I am using this phrase intentionally: SENT OUT is the word. No parent would volunteer. Sending them out is NOT a PRACTICAL Solution. Not when you are thinking to buy a bigger car, bigger apartment and all the luxuries of life, which the current lifestyle and jobs provide for. So much of the advancement of civilisation. For some strange reason, I was reminded of this quote: "Society grows great when old people plant trees, whose shade they know they shall never sit in". If there is a totally opposite situation, it is the one which you have mentioned in your post.

    Destination Infinity.

     
  • At February 5, 2008 at 4:27 PM , Blogger Fishy said...

    hey anu,

    finally u came back. My everyday visit to your blog, in all hopes to read another piece of thoughts.. was just worth the wait. Yep its hope which drives all the world beyond the mysteries.

     
  • At February 7, 2008 at 8:25 PM , Blogger adithya said...

    Dude.. as always I am in as long as there is a poem and I am totally in when there is prose with poetry. The integration of both was beautifully executed. The first para in the poem ending with “.. you wonder if u still care” … neatly reflected “ her” stage.. infact no amount of extra prose could have brought that out.

    Liked the way you had left a lot of things to the imagination of the person reading it… I could imagine her to be in old age home with white walls, which become the destiny whether one is good or bad… even if someone has actually executed all roles with perfection they are still bound to hit the final white wall of the old age home with son coming in as a visitor. And even with mockery her son hardly cares… there would be a half an hour “meeting” … loved the way you had called it as “ meeting” .. made it look more like a duty he was performing… When this is the case why do we strive for achieving perfection and in the process seek approval and live life the way others would call it “ ideal”… Why do we always run behind life… shouldn’t we be trying to run with it or possible ahead of it by just following the mind and not caring a damn about “ society” in general

     
  • At February 7, 2008 at 8:27 PM , Blogger adithya said...

    And dude the last paras coupled with the poem really blows my mind away… classiz, amazing, superb, extraordinary…really loved it.. and have read it atleast 4 times till now :). Every small incident was neatly brought out… fomr stealing mangoes to confessing to her mom.. etc adored it.Really loved the para on “memories being a double edged sword”.. it easily comes of as the best o have ever read anywhere.

    As for answering your last few questions... a little indirectly,

    when chaos exist in order then one can see order in chaos,

    time is absolutely relative,

    there would be an ending to every beginning which would be followed by another beginning,

    and ofcourse you are right… we love mysteries.. totally… just get a feeling that you are not running behin life but well ahead of it.. totally adored reading this story... got to say it was A.W.E.S.O.M.E..

     
  • At February 8, 2008 at 10:43 AM , Blogger Anu said...

    @destination infinity
    thx... glad to know u liked it. keep visitin :-)

    @fishy
    wow... im flattered. i din know there were people waiting to read my blog... thx a lot. it is because of ppl like u that i am motivated to write more. glad to know u liked it

     
  • At February 8, 2008 at 12:56 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    @adi
    as usual "vazhi mel vizhi vaithu kaathirunthen" for ur comments on the post... :-)

    really really glad to know u liked it and the fact that u actually understood and extended what i had in mind

    "when chaos exist in order then one can see order in chaos,

    time is absolutely relative,

    there would be an ending to every beginning which would be followed by another beginning, "-- loved ur answers dude...

    I guess there are some things that the universe conspires to keep as a mystery!!

     
  • At February 15, 2008 at 5:41 AM , Blogger Harish said...

    "They bring back the voices and shadows, yet they cannot bring the people."

    Awesome lines :-)

     
  • At February 15, 2008 at 6:06 AM , Blogger BKa said...

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  • At February 15, 2008 at 6:09 AM , Blogger BKa said...

    Hey sooooooper anu... I dont understand how at this age u write such posts that are so moving ... I see a lot of maturity in your writing. Really tooooooo good !!!

     
  • At February 15, 2008 at 3:19 PM , Blogger CM-Chap said...

    Simply super....

    You wonder, you question, you ponder, you think, you reason, you chase… - Most of the time we do all this without even relaising what we are doing.

    Hey..offcourse I live n Chennai only. r u coming for a break or something?

     
  • At February 15, 2008 at 6:32 PM , Blogger anits said...

    hi anu...im anits here..first time to ur blog..n its great! this post is really good! i enjoyed it...tcare n hv a nice day!

     
  • At February 15, 2008 at 8:21 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    @harish
    thx... glad u liked it :-)

    @b.k
    deeeeeeei... thx for the "late comments". pona pottumnu mannichu vidaren... anyways glad u liked it dude :-)

    @cm-chap
    i got that from ur blog!! super experience... glad u liked the post... me coming to chennai is pretty much a dream now.. lets c. will let u know if im coming! :-)

    @anits
    thx. glad u liked it! Welcome n keep visitin!

     
  • At February 28, 2008 at 1:36 PM , Blogger germinal dreamer said...

    Emotions were well narrated!
    Not cute, not sweet, not good, not great but a *Beautiful* post!

     
  • At February 28, 2008 at 1:37 PM , Blogger germinal dreamer said...

    actually i meant, beautiful is the right word to use... ofcourse it was gr8!

     
  • At February 28, 2008 at 10:41 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    @germinal dreamer
    thx a lot... glad u liked it.. welcome n keep visiting :-)

     
  • At March 2, 2008 at 7:33 AM , Blogger Confessions of a Born Procrastinator said...

    omg... beautiful... i know it comes a bit late... but, still, WOW... you got a flair for putting it down on paper... :)

     
  • At March 21, 2008 at 11:46 AM , Blogger Smartphone said...

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  • At April 1, 2008 at 11:30 AM , Blogger Raghu said...

    dang Anu.. u seem to walkin the same path.. some of those questions are so darn haunting rnt they... an end to beginnings and begging for beginnings to ends.. somehow life seems to become a snake eating its own tail...

     
  • At April 7, 2008 at 2:22 PM , Blogger Raghu said...

    A memory a minute.. a lifetime a minute.. so many lifetimes, one life to live.. indeed a mystery...

     
  • At June 18, 2008 at 10:56 PM , Blogger Anu said...

    @raghu
    "somehow life seems to become a snake eating its own tail..."

    so very true... its a vicious circle by itself..

     

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