Blast from the Past

I do not have the habit of keeping a diary but that does not mean I do not like to keep records of memories; both good and bad. I am just too lazy to keep a diary and do not have the discipline to write what happens every single day. Maybe it could be because I do not want to come face to face to accept the fact that nothing much really happens in my life and hence results in having 'boring' entries in my diary. So instead of keeping a diary, I did have the habit of maintaining a collection of things that would remind me of memories of long ago. This habit too did not last for long.

I had taken one week off to spend some time at home. For 5 months, I was away in London and I still remember the day before the flight. I was hurrying up with the packing and vacating my room in Chennai. So much junk had to be taken back to Cochin and dumped. I had decided then that it was high time I did some tidying up back at home.

So here I was, looking at my cupboard of junk and slowly started to work on what needed to be kept and what needed to be thrown out of the house. It was during this time, that I came across two shoe boxes. They were dusty and dirty. The boxes open up to a lot of memories. I used to keep all the chits of paper that used to be passed around during class hours. It was very amusing for me to read them, many of them almost 10 years old!!

There were emotional letters; some after reading I could not help but laugh at myself on how we kids used to get all worked up on the most trivial matters, but some letters did leave a tinge of sadness and wishing how life would have been if matters did not twist and turn the way they did.

I did throw all of them but I decided to mention in my blog some of the things I did come across during my rampage through the boxes. Look out for some of them in upcoming posts.