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Not much activity in this group for a long time so I thought I'll make some noise..
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Not much activity in this group for a long time so I thought I'll make some noise..
Sometimes I feel that we live in a totally different world than we used to. Gone are the days when:
-24hrs seemed like a long time
-day-after-tomorrow seemed to far out
-we used to haggle with rickshawallahs.....dont even see them thesedays
-we watched average movies like 'Sundarakanda' and felt estatic
-good meal didn't need a good dessert
-'brand' was an unknown word..
Dont get me wrong......I'm not depressed with life.....If anything, I'm perhaps most content and at-peace now than I've been any other time in my life........But strangely enough there is nothing I seek for in future.....yes, lot of dreams for my son, but nothing personal.........In fact, if I do seek anything, I seek traces of my past in my future......moments of the past lost world......and then I realise I'm perhaps asking too much :)
Do you guys reflect on where we are heading? And more importantly, what we are leaving behind - FOR EVER ? It is just 15 yrs since we left school, but why does that feel so fucking far away?
And lets, for a minute, imagine the future. Most of us are from small places, small beginings. Places like Narasaraopet, Chittor, Nandyal, Jammalamadugu, Tadepalligudem, Tanuku, Palem, Srikalahasti, Srikakulam, Nagaram etc etc......How many of us are going back here? I dont mean visiting............I mean living..........experiencing the simplicity of these small towns. Ironically, going back to where we belong is like swimming against the current. It is foolish, impractical and maybe even damaging. So we just float into the future.
How are you adjusting with this truth?
In the immortal words of my mother's lifelong crush (Shoban Babu):
'Gaali vaana lo, vaana neeti lo, padava prayanam ;
theeram ekkado, gamyam emito, teliyadu papam'
