I once had a tshirt, a full sleeved one with wide horizontal black and red stripes.. it was my favouite tee, around the time superman was my fave superhero.. and this one looked like one of the costumes of lex luthor. i used to wear it a lot, to the point where someone commented that it had somehow got stuck to me….
a few years later, when i was asked whether it could be thrown away,i replied with a nonchalant yes. i was told that the reason i was asked was because of my near obsessive relationship with it, until a few years back… ‘That one??!!”, i responded, and immediately set about destroying photographic evidence for the association, and since that was my ‘best dress’, the evidence was considerable.. as the years have passed, i have come to realise that this was not an isolated phenomenon. i guess all of us do it, at different stages of life, cutting of our association with many of the things we used to cherish till only a few years back.. in most cases, we dont mind the growing up, we get tired of the stuff we have been loving for quite some time and in fact go to some extent to exile the memories, but sometimes the wheel turns all around, and we end up yearning for the ‘evidence’ that can bring back the memories…
and all this is not just limited to inaminate things like books, clothes, food, music, hairstyles..its evn with people… there are times in our life when we dont acknowledge people who might be closely associated with us, and there are times when we repent this, and when i am a little older, i think i’ll have more ‘times’ to add on.
the concept, i think, is called growing up, and it works on both kinds of things – the ones we used to love, and the ones we are used to loving….
until next time, ‘now playing’ what favourites?
until next time, ‘now playing’ what favourites?
I remember I used to have a fav soft toy- the pink panther. I wouldnt be seen without it! My czn n I bought it together at the age of 4 or 5…she outgrew her obsession for it way before I did! I think I let it go by the time I was 13 or somethin! Damn, those were good times…
phatichar:..that we thought would never end…:)
poornima: i had a black and red combo!!
Yea, there are memories you want to forget and memories you want to hold on to forever… and sometimes they change places.