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.
10 comments:
Its just the growing up I guess. Can't be 18 all our lives (Sad but true!)
In short, we grew up.
Where were you all this while? :)
Welcome back. Yeah, I know how you feel. I get the same feeling sometimes.
i havent met you for so long... in my head u are still the same person u saw in emails 5 years back :)
#Prathima: hmm..
#Iya: hmm...
#Phatichar: hey! was a mute spectator here and there. feeling alive once again, so back!
#akhi: i will try my best not to disappoint you :) i am still a rockstar! :D
Good one. I felt as if the quote was written by me
Wow. Good one. But then, even rocks change...surely we should too?
I can relate to every single word u said.. totally.... I love reading my old emails and most of the times the ones which I sent... I can never figure out whether I have become matured and wise and so they all look so naive now..or I have become stupid and insensitive that they start sounding funny!..
Good one!.. Waiting for ur next post.! :)
#WomanInLove: Hai na! one can relate to it.
#Aunty: You still read my blog! Yeyyy! :) Yes Aunty, change is inevitable. But the realization does not come so easy. Perhaps it is like seeing yourself in the mirror everyday, and you don't feel the difference. But a five years old photo makes one feel old suddenly. :)
#Sada: Thanks Sada! Yeah looks like we all go through this experience. And as all the people here said - it is perhaps part of growing up.
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