Thursday, May 19, 2011

Through the years..

How nice it feels going through some old conversations and email threads. [See I have already started talking about old emails and conversations, looks like I am way over hand written letters. And by the way I am a big fan of handwritten letters. Just that I am selfish about this. I want to get those letters, but I don’t write those any more.] So coming back to the old email threads and conversations. There is so much nostalgia hidden in them. I absolutely loved reading some of those. Some crazy banter with some friends, some then-philosophical ones that actually sound so funny now, and some silly gossip with the girls’ brigade. 
And was intrigued by some too. What intrigued me was how equations do not remain the same between people. How relationships change over the years. Some grow and some thin down, and some just add some flavor - you like it sometimes, you do not mind some times, and you give up on some too. And I also realize there is no trigger that changes these equations. It is we who change as individuals and that makes all the difference. Reminds me of one of my favorite quotes, from Fountainhead:
You know how people long to be eternal. But they die with every day that passes. When you meet them, they’re not what you met last. In any given hour, they kill some part of themselves. They change, they deny, they contradict–and they call it growth. At the end there’s nothing left, nothing unrevered or unbetrayed; as if there had never been any entity, only a succession of adjectives fading in and out on an unformed mass.”
Heavy? Perhaps. But so true. And today I just knew I am one of those people this quote is talking about. The funny part of reading the old chains today was not the things others wrote to me, but what I wrote. It feels like it was someone else talking. Humor that I can no longer relate to, analogies that I cant believe came out of my head while I know they did, and then the flow of words – looks like someone else was living my life before and was a very different person than me. This person was not bad – but was definitely a lot younger, sometimes silly, some times a little crazy, a lot more affectionate and fun.. very different. 

Wednesday, May 18, 2011

500 miles

This time i was listening to the 500 miles away song - how much i love this song. And then thoughts started following the rhythm of this song. here is a chunk, best way to read this is hum it to the tune of Lord i'm five hundred miles away from home (Peter Paul and Mary)

There are questions in my head
Still there’s song in my heart
This didn’t go any right this way..
You walked in I walked out
I walked in you walked out
This didn’t go any right this way..
Fair winds clear sea
Green lights blue sky
Wish you all things right each day..
Anchors drawn daggers not
It may yeah it may not
Bud I’m five hundred miles away from home..