This post is first in the series titled ‘Nostalgia’ as you can read above in big violet letters. What it basically contains is this – every post in the series will deal with a long lost memory/event that might be ages old or otherwise but nonetheless it shall be subjected to my dissection. Lately I have been feeling all weird because I haven’t been correcting other people’s mistakes. Some people went so far as to call me captious, but what the hell. Getting back on track, I guess this negligence of other’s mistakes led me to neglect my own mistakes and now I make so many mistakes and I feel so human, damn! I am going to try and address those long lost mistakes through Nostalgia. Wish me luck people. Being the first in the series, I’ll keep this one from the time I was still pure and not morally corrupted to the extent that I am now.
I was just done with my Class 12 exams and was running all over the country taking entrance tests. It was the weekend after I had taken the AIIMS entrance test (I never made it there otherwise I might not be here poking at my keyboard.) AIIMS was the last test I took; it was on the first Sunday of June if my memory serves me right. Technically, BHU-IMS entrance test should have been the last one but then I skipped it and I never gave it a second thought until today, things could have turned out seriously different if I had or I’d still be here staring into my laptop. Getting on, Mamma had accompanied me to Jaunpur for my UP-CPMT (she didn’t consider me old enough to travel alone) and yup, I had taken a hell lot of pre-meds because my parents wanted a doctor in our household for a change, all we have are engineers in our family, you see and they thought I had the mirth to see it through. Personally, I’d started detesting biology after being subjected to a traumatizing preacher in my class 11th and 12th. Now, Jaunpur is this village of a place in the eastern part of Uttar Pradesh and that is where my parents were brought up and where I was born.
Okhay, so it was the weekend after my last entrance test (yippee) and my Dad who’s not very physically active, was quite perked up that Saturday. By the way, you should see Dad now though I haven’t for quite some time, but from what he tells me he’s been gymming and all after the annual medical tests came as a shocker. I must say, good for him. So, the three of us, wait I didn’t introduce this little cutie in my life, my baby brother! He’s not all that younger than me, just a couple of years, but he’ll always be my baby brother. The three of us decided to walk to the sea, i.e. the Arabian Sea. It was like in our backyard but we decided to walk ten kilometers as we wanted to get to this temple on the shore – the Varahaswarup Temple, it’s dedicated to Lord Vishnu’s reincarnation as Varaha (the one who’s pictorial depiction resembles Pumba) – and also the beach . Now as Mamma stayed back at granny’s in Jaunpur, (I travelled alone back to Surat, the first train journey on my own) cooking had been a big problem at home. Nevertheless, we prepared the sandwich filling that night so we’d wake up next morning stuff it between two slices of bread and grill it. Of course, I had to do this chore. Everything went as planned, and by seven next morning the three of us were walking down our way to the beach. We took under three hours to get there and the day was turning out to very pleasantly. We offered our obeisance at the temple and then went down to the beach accompanying the temple. My brother and I ran along the length of the beach while Dad sat under a coconut tree tired from the long walk. We had lunch (the sandwiches that I had prepared) and started back for home a couple of hours later. It was nearly a perfect Sunday with only Mamma missing.
Now, the mistake that I made here was I didn’t carry my camera, really silly of me. I don’t have anything to remind me of the day except the stones that I got back from the shore after a lot of protests from my Dad which Mamma later neatly arranged in flower pots in the garden and they still reside there. The other thing though it would not classify as a mistake, I was concerned about my career then as I really didn’t know my interests, so I decided to carry on with science. But had my dad for even once mentioned English Literature, I would have totally lapped up the idea. Eventually, he did mention it but that was four years later, when I had already graduated.
I was just done with my Class 12 exams and was running all over the country taking entrance tests. It was the weekend after I had taken the AIIMS entrance test (I never made it there otherwise I might not be here poking at my keyboard.) AIIMS was the last test I took; it was on the first Sunday of June if my memory serves me right. Technically, BHU-IMS entrance test should have been the last one but then I skipped it and I never gave it a second thought until today, things could have turned out seriously different if I had or I’d still be here staring into my laptop. Getting on, Mamma had accompanied me to Jaunpur for my UP-CPMT (she didn’t consider me old enough to travel alone) and yup, I had taken a hell lot of pre-meds because my parents wanted a doctor in our household for a change, all we have are engineers in our family, you see and they thought I had the mirth to see it through. Personally, I’d started detesting biology after being subjected to a traumatizing preacher in my class 11th and 12th. Now, Jaunpur is this village of a place in the eastern part of Uttar Pradesh and that is where my parents were brought up and where I was born.
Okhay, so it was the weekend after my last entrance test (yippee) and my Dad who’s not very physically active, was quite perked up that Saturday. By the way, you should see Dad now though I haven’t for quite some time, but from what he tells me he’s been gymming and all after the annual medical tests came as a shocker. I must say, good for him. So, the three of us, wait I didn’t introduce this little cutie in my life, my baby brother! He’s not all that younger than me, just a couple of years, but he’ll always be my baby brother. The three of us decided to walk to the sea, i.e. the Arabian Sea. It was like in our backyard but we decided to walk ten kilometers as we wanted to get to this temple on the shore – the Varahaswarup Temple, it’s dedicated to Lord Vishnu’s reincarnation as Varaha (the one who’s pictorial depiction resembles Pumba) – and also the beach . Now as Mamma stayed back at granny’s in Jaunpur, (I travelled alone back to Surat, the first train journey on my own) cooking had been a big problem at home. Nevertheless, we prepared the sandwich filling that night so we’d wake up next morning stuff it between two slices of bread and grill it. Of course, I had to do this chore. Everything went as planned, and by seven next morning the three of us were walking down our way to the beach. We took under three hours to get there and the day was turning out to very pleasantly. We offered our obeisance at the temple and then went down to the beach accompanying the temple. My brother and I ran along the length of the beach while Dad sat under a coconut tree tired from the long walk. We had lunch (the sandwiches that I had prepared) and started back for home a couple of hours later. It was nearly a perfect Sunday with only Mamma missing.
Now, the mistake that I made here was I didn’t carry my camera, really silly of me. I don’t have anything to remind me of the day except the stones that I got back from the shore after a lot of protests from my Dad which Mamma later neatly arranged in flower pots in the garden and they still reside there. The other thing though it would not classify as a mistake, I was concerned about my career then as I really didn’t know my interests, so I decided to carry on with science. But had my dad for even once mentioned English Literature, I would have totally lapped up the idea. Eventually, he did mention it but that was four years later, when I had already graduated.
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