Daily Prompt: Always Something There to Remind Me

A song comes on the radio and instantly, you’re transported to a different time and place. Which song(s) bring back memories for you and why? Be sure to mention the song, and describe the memory it evokes.

Burn by Ellie Goulding by itself is such a catchy song. Every time I hear it, there is this compulsive tendency to sing along with her. But the song also brings back precious memories every time I hear it.

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It was new year’s eve about three years back and two of my friends and I decided to celebrate by going out to dinner to a one of its kind pub in Mumbai. Known as the Local, it was very intriguing because this was one of those beat-down looking places from the outside which has a new password every week which you need to know to gain entry. Even the inside was furnished with bare minimum choosing to keep the decor very rustic. But that somehow just increased it’s appeal a lot more.

It was here after we had finished eating our meal and were enjoying our drinks about 15 minutes away from embracing the new year that I first heard this song. I knew right then that it was going to be one of those songs which I played on repeat for the rest of the week. The Local has a mezzanine with tables there as well and unfortunately they didn’t have a separate dance area. But with it being new year’s eve and with songs like this being played, you inevitably end up dancing. So that’s what we did. In the small space between two tables the three of us got up and started dancing. By then the patrons on the three other tables also joined us and that’s how we brought in the new year.

So every time I hear this song I’m reminded of this night, right from trying to find this inconspicuous looking pub, to my friend getting hit on by some bloke, to the journey back home, to walking the roads in Matunga bare-foot because I couldn’t stand the stilettos anymore and to going home together and teasing my friend a bit more about the way she got hit on. All in all, this was easily one of the best nights ever.

A Trip Down Memory Lane

It seemed only days ago that I was entering the gated archway of my college with trepidation. The very structure of the building with years and years of history reverberating in its walls was intimidating if not downright scary. I still remember the first day in this college with a crystal clear clarity. Finding our way to the correct classrooms itself was a feat. I remember a group of us trying to figure out Lecture Room 206 (which actually turned out to be 20G but the print made it look like 206) and everyone being baffled as they’d never heard of such a classroom. I still remember how miserable the first half of the day was because of the company and how someone (who is now a good friend) I met later in the day seemed to me like a god-sent angel. She struck up conversation with me as we were waiting in queue to get into the class. I guess that’s how the journey started. all it took was her ‘hi’. I promptly went and sat with her, glad to ditch the previous company I had. Since then it’s been one crazy whirlpool of ups and downs.

Having some resemblance to Hogwarts, our college had it’s fair share of secret classrooms and secret niches and secret trap doors. That one whiff of adventure was all I needed. My friend and I were determined to find out all these secret places. This determination started 5 years back in the first year of junior college and lasted all the way till the last year of college. From finding deserted corridors behind the chapel to LR 29 (the location of which not many people know) to the locked third floor to passages off the zoology lab and to climbing into small connecting pathways (which are locked from the other end) through windows and to finding dead pigeons in there, we’ve pretty much covered it all.

We also had our fair share of crushes in college. whether it be you running all over college to glimpse said crush or pretending to talk on a shadowy stairway with someone so you could keep your eye on him, to following the guy in college who’d wear the best cologne ever, to blushing when your favourite, young male professor spoke to you outside class. Between my friends and I, there was always some or the other cute guy to keep our spirits up, even with the serious lack of guys the humanities stream in college had. These are probably some of my favourite memories of college. Not only is it the memory that I won’t ever forget but it’s the feelings and the swooning they still evoke in me that cannot be forgotten even if I tried.

No college experience would have been complete without the college fest though. From the FYJC when I came as an audience to watch Malhar, that was the one and only year I got to watch Illuminati (the UV light dance) from the best seats, up in the gallery in our hall. The entire event was breathtakingly stunning to the two years which followed where I was part of the work force to my last Malhar where I was part of the organizing team. There are too many memories to pen them all down but the best thing that Malhar gave me was the people I met through the fest. I feel lucky to have been able to meet these people, some of them extremely dear to me.

Most of my last year in college was more or less a big ball of blur. As the level of difficulty of the classes increased tenfold, assignments and exams every week, and those bloody hateful journals, if someone were to ask me to close my eyes and recollect my last  year the first thing that comes to my mind is a copy of the cover page of our pretty much weekly assignments. Having Psychology as a major, we were a small class of 24, and more or less our entire life (in and outside college) revolved within the four walls of our lab. But then the memories of our HoD letting us bring coffee and food up to class and allowing us to drink and eat in class, and the poor one person would go down to probably buy ten people coffee, having to use cardboard boxes given by the coffee counter to carry up all the cups kick in. then there were her marathon lectures with small breaks in between, all her jokes in class, the rivalry between her and our principal and how open she was about it did give us all a good laugh. Just like us, it was our HoD’s last year of teaching as well. That in itself is a loaded memory now. Then there was the yearly seminar we had in Khandala. Just thinking about it brings a broad smile to my face. While during the day it was all serious listening to the various papers the students presented, the nights were spent bonding and partying it up with our classmates with fairy lights, loud music, alcohol and dancing on the beds. Best nights ever. The small farewell party we put up for out HoD with more fairy lights, food, hot chocolate, a song our class prepared and sharing all this around a bonfire. Needless to say of the seminars I attended all three years, this one was the best.

Another reason the last year was so memorable was because although this was the year we had the least time for maintaining social lives, it was the year we went out to maximum places to eat in with our friends. From Sterling to Kala Ghoda cafe and Ahar to Sunlight and Kitkat. It’s been 5 lovely years with a treasure full of memories. From getting high on the iced tea in the canteen to laughing till tears are streaming down your face, to squabbling over bhaji pao, to birthdays, to class photos to cute guys. It’s been one hell of a journey and finally the day has come, with caps thrown in the air and numerous pictures captured, we’re graduates. This journey is officially over. Xavier’s has molded me into becoming the person I am today and I’m eternally grateful for giving me the best 5 years of my life.

In Loving Memory

I still clearly remember that day. I had just woken up all bleary eyed, still half asleep when I made a grab for my phone. Going through messages on Whatsapp as was ritual, it was here that I first got the news, which jolted me wide awake, that of a brutal accident which led to the demise of Paul Walker. I couldn’t believe it, refused to believe it. My heart just broke some more when Google confirmed the news to me. It was so sudden, so unexpected, and so ironic: a car crash, more so because he wasn’t even driving the car.

I never thought I’d be one of those people who are truly affected in any way by what happens in the lives of celebrities. How mistaken I was. I knew at the time they were shooting for the 7th installment of the Fast and Furious series. I remember thinking, “how will they finish they movie? Will they show an untimely death in the movie as well?” I’ve been waiting for the movie to release for a year with mixed emotions.

Besides all the fantastic action sequences, the fast cars, and the adrenalin rush, he and his character was one of the reasons I loved the movies so much. Brian O’Connor had the blonde hair, blue eyes typical American charm going for him. It would be hard not to fall for that charm. Throughout the movie I kept chanting to myself that they probably will not show his character till the end of the movie, to prepare myself for it.

The movie lived up to all its expectations with the brilliant stunts and action scenes that they pulled off. A certain dialogue that used in the movie was all the characters going “No more funerals.” Ironic, isn’t it? But personally for me everything in the movie was overshadowed by the final scene which was a tribute to Paul. Everything about that tribute, from their words to the way it was shot to the song used which has some of the most touching lyrics: “It’s been a long day, Without you my friend, and I’ll tell you all about it when I see you again.” to the last scene which shows the two cars driving down different roads from the fork in the road. It was one of the most emotional and beautiful tributes I’ve seen and no doubt it left me tears.

It’s still hard to believe that he’s really gone, that that was his last movie, that that would be the last time we see him. I already cannot wait to watch the movie again and I’m sure its going to be one of the movies that I watch repeatedly over and over again.

Sinking nerves

Her heart was thudding against her chest.
Her fingers were icy cold.
Fear had an iron clasp on her heart,
the butterflies had a strong hold.

She tried so hard,
to keep her ship afloat,
But no matter how hard she tried,
A wreck was inevitable.

With every few feet,
The anxiety increased ten fold.
No where to turn, nowhere to run
Her fate was fore-told.

Take Me Away a Secret Place

Have you ever thought of being the bigger person and just being nice to the human race for once in your life, only for it to come crashing down on you? This is exactly why I want to go some far away place and live with only dogs for company. Dogs will not read in between your words and make up something on another tangent, ignoring the point you were trying to make, dogs do not spew out rubbish and more importantly dogs do not make me want to violently strangle them.

Honestly, how hard is it to take no for an answer? Do people ever consider how hard it might be to come up with creative ways of saying no while being nice at the same time? And they call women clingy, geez. From a hundred different people who want to meet, to another hundred who want to be good friends to those who insistently want your phone number; take me away some far off place with a good book to burrow in and I could spend the rest of my life away. Till of course the craving for human company arises.

It’s like an analogy this loony friend of mine made. (Of course during the exam we don’t remember anything, but come the time for analogies.) It’s like the Push Button technique, wherein we push a button to be good friends and now we’re good friends. Good friends to best friends and best friends to sex. She had me laughing my guts out at that one, but that’s exactly what these people are looking for, aren’t they?

What happened to talking to the person, hanging out with them and getting to know them and eventually becoming good friends? And of course like she says, I don’t understand how I’m the one who always ends up with these people. It would obviously be too much to hope for the people who you’d like to start-up an actual conversation with, to start talking to you. Thanks a lot, Karma.

While I could go on whining, I’m sure every girl to ever exist would’ve gone through this at least once in her life. But oh well, looking at the bright side, at least I got some entertainment out of it.

Of Obsessive Insanity & More

 

She was but one person,
With a million different facades.

The sweet, innocent, proverbial angel as known to everyone else.
Crossover to the other side however,
and you find nothing but deception.

A game made to seem so effortless by her,
nothing but immaturity at the root of it all.

The insanity, the obsessive possessiveness, the denials,
She’s played them all.

A one sided love she was so blinded by,
it left in her a flash of red hot anger.

Assumptions at the tip of her tongue,
best friends forbidden to talk to people,
Daily updates of conversations with other girls.

A self made claim she had on him,
yet such a different story he had to tell.

My Person

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Stunningly beautiful she is.
With the loveliest long mane
with lovely brunette shades,
In stark contrast to lovingly being called Blondie.
Innocent and naive she looks,
but looks can be deceiving, I should know.
Loud and raucous she is, being naturally loud and what not.
People call her pretty, but most haven’t seen her at her prettiest best-
the best pig face made by any man!
But she’s quiet when you need her to be
and A heart of gold she has.
She exudes warmth as a person
and has not one mean bone in her body.
Crazy she is; but a reason to smile she gives.
She’s my 3:00 am loon I’d call.
She brings out the crazy in me but then again
That moral conscience of hers makes me be nice against my will.
She is a cat person; I am a dog person.
Yet without her I could not do,
Cause she is My Person.