Nostalgia





The other day, while orkutting, I came across my school's group photo of the time when I was in IX grade. Looking at that pic made me so nostalgic. There were comments of the people in the pic mentioning about their whereabouts. It was so good to see how our lives progressed in last 15 years. Many of us studied in colleges, found jobs, switched jobs, switched professions, travelled to different countries and continents, found life partners, got married, had kids - and survived to tell the tale.
While looking at that pic I tried recalling the names of those faces with which I had spent a long period of my life. It was quite a bit of exercise honestly. I tried reconstructing my life that was lived about 15 years ago and realized how different it was from what it is. Even my looks, my appearance, my preferences, my likes, dislikes - I have changed so much.
I realized that people come in and go out of our lives. They existed before they came, and would continue to, after they are gone. Till the time they meet us, their lives always went parallel to ours, and, it's those brief intersections which lead to togetherness. After which, they occupy their own space, in the already overcrowded memory lanes. Some of them are just forgotten, while others are remembered, and sometimes even missed, at some or the other juncture of our life.
Ahh, good old days... Hadn’t some wise man once said that "Nostalgia is like a grammar lesson:  you find the present tense, but the past perfect!”

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