I started this blog site with a poem named "Memories" and didn't want to use the same for this one. So i am using the French version of the same title. Unlike the first one this is about memories themselves. Like many other things we don't realize the importance of them until we lose them.
Now you might wonder why did this guy even started thinking about them. No particular reason, i keep thinking and wondering about almost everything in life. I remember the landlady of the house we stayed during my UK trip asking me if i liked UK, to which i replied "yes its lovely and beautiful, but nothing like India". I didn't plan on saying the second half , it just came out.
Why did i even say that? What made me say that? There should be something back there that made me say that. What is it, that is not in UK and is in India that made me say that. I definitely know it is not the feeling of patriotism. To tell you the truth by the age of 14, my plans were to leave India, Finish my PG in USA, Get a Job and earn Dollars big time. Of course i thought i would return after earning enough , but if i didnt want to return i could have always used that bond movie title "The World is Not Enough". Things didn't go the way i planned and thats another story. So what i am saying is once my dream was to live in USA, now i have visited both USA and UK and i liked them too, and i got a chance to work in USA, but i turned it down.
If i start thinking i could go on and on about the plus points those countries have and India doesn't. Then what made me say what i have said. I remember a dialog in "Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge". When one of the characters asks another character who has lived his entire life in UK and has returned to India. "What difference do you see in the pigeons that you are feeding over here and the ones in London?", to which the character responds beautifully. No i am not going to write it down here , go watch the movie. So when i think about the answer i realized how true it is, everything is great and beautiful and organized and clean and what not, but i don't have any memories attached to them. I can't relate those places with anything in my life, and then you get a feeling that it is not yours.
It is a different story back at home, i have loads of memories, i can relate everything around with every moment of my life. The street where i have learnt to ride a bicycle, my first accident, the terrace i used to hide from getting an evening bath, long walks on the railway tracks, running in fields, the friends i made, the reasons i broke up, lying on my back and watching shooting stars on warm summer evenings all the while talking to my friend about almost everything under the sun and finding solutions to the world's problems, my first punishment, the times i have spent in my dads lap, the times i wouldn't leave my mom's side, my first crush, my first fight, the schools and colleges i have studied, my first job, my first bike, everything. Now i know that though i have traveled thousands of miles i left my entire life back home, and it is those memories that made me say what i have said and it is those memories that will bring me back home no matter where i go.
I am not trying to say that those who have left the country and settled down elsewhere don't carry those memories in their heart. Everybody does, and it is those memories that bring them back home one day or the other.
Yes there are always exceptions, of those who wouldn't want to return, probably they don't have enough memories back home or they might have built some beautiful memories that they wouldn't want to leave. Even in that case my point holds good, India or USA or UK or anywhere in the world, it is your memories you are holding to. For those of you, with memories back home here is a link, enjoy
Now you might wonder why did this guy even started thinking about them. No particular reason, i keep thinking and wondering about almost everything in life. I remember the landlady of the house we stayed during my UK trip asking me if i liked UK, to which i replied "yes its lovely and beautiful, but nothing like India". I didn't plan on saying the second half , it just came out.
Why did i even say that? What made me say that? There should be something back there that made me say that. What is it, that is not in UK and is in India that made me say that. I definitely know it is not the feeling of patriotism. To tell you the truth by the age of 14, my plans were to leave India, Finish my PG in USA, Get a Job and earn Dollars big time. Of course i thought i would return after earning enough , but if i didnt want to return i could have always used that bond movie title "The World is Not Enough". Things didn't go the way i planned and thats another story. So what i am saying is once my dream was to live in USA, now i have visited both USA and UK and i liked them too, and i got a chance to work in USA, but i turned it down.
If i start thinking i could go on and on about the plus points those countries have and India doesn't. Then what made me say what i have said. I remember a dialog in "Dilwale Dulhaniya Le Jayenge". When one of the characters asks another character who has lived his entire life in UK and has returned to India. "What difference do you see in the pigeons that you are feeding over here and the ones in London?", to which the character responds beautifully. No i am not going to write it down here , go watch the movie. So when i think about the answer i realized how true it is, everything is great and beautiful and organized and clean and what not, but i don't have any memories attached to them. I can't relate those places with anything in my life, and then you get a feeling that it is not yours.
It is a different story back at home, i have loads of memories, i can relate everything around with every moment of my life. The street where i have learnt to ride a bicycle, my first accident, the terrace i used to hide from getting an evening bath, long walks on the railway tracks, running in fields, the friends i made, the reasons i broke up, lying on my back and watching shooting stars on warm summer evenings all the while talking to my friend about almost everything under the sun and finding solutions to the world's problems, my first punishment, the times i have spent in my dads lap, the times i wouldn't leave my mom's side, my first crush, my first fight, the schools and colleges i have studied, my first job, my first bike, everything. Now i know that though i have traveled thousands of miles i left my entire life back home, and it is those memories that made me say what i have said and it is those memories that will bring me back home no matter where i go.
I am not trying to say that those who have left the country and settled down elsewhere don't carry those memories in their heart. Everybody does, and it is those memories that bring them back home one day or the other.
Yes there are always exceptions, of those who wouldn't want to return, probably they don't have enough memories back home or they might have built some beautiful memories that they wouldn't want to leave. Even in that case my point holds good, India or USA or UK or anywhere in the world, it is your memories you are holding to. For those of you, with memories back home here is a link, enjoy
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=NxkodD_t8QE
and here is the link to the same song from the movie Swades
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=UC-RFFIMXlA&mode=related&search=
gud one!
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