This blog begins with the portion written while sitting on the stone just in front of the "Indian coffee house" at the busiest street of Dharampeth, Nagpur, having tea in my hand from the famous south Indian restaurant - Gokul Vrindavan. The street is same, the shops are same, except some new openings, the square is same, but the smell in the air is completely different. The moment I stepped down from the train the aroma of the city smelled different. Either, my state of mind is responsible or the purpose of visit to this place again. Someone comes to me and asked for a matchbox to lit the cigarette. I see fresh group of people,wearing same uniform of the college from where I did graduated, chatting, laughing loudly, giving high fives and looking at me strangely that why I am looking at those, reminded me two things, Its 2014 and I left this place almost 6 years back.
Memories that are not inside the mind, but rather belong to places, times and, objects are just like those old coins deposited in piggy bank, which lost its market value now, but still precious for the depositor. Memories are either firmly placed to those places where years back they were alive or effortlessly pinned to the walls of the nature just like photographs on the wall our living room. But i can certainly claim fainted tyre prints of my bike on the street and my share of exhaled carbon dioxide.
After avoiding years I was destined to go back to Nagpur, the place where i spent some good and quality time of my life, the place where I graduated in many fields such as academic, behavioural, emotional etc. This place has given me so many things including a platform to smile throughout my life, a chance to earn bread and butter and a reason to be a good human being.
My college belongs to somebody else now. I found someone else captured my spot, such as the chairs of library, the pavement in front of the library's water cooler, and the machines in the workshop. The red colored stall of NESCAFE transformed into a brown cafe coffee day with less love. A maggie and cheap coffee is changed into the some italian sandwich and cafe mocha without memories. Almost all known faces turned into the strangers,giving the feeling of alienness. Now there is no fear that if I'll order some pricey good eating stuff, than someone will come and ask for his or her share or a group of my friends to claim the whole, rather its a wish to happen. Also those plastic chairs and tables -signatured- have been removed. The "small cafeteria -tapri" behind the gym is a history now, where there was an old man serving samosa in a steel plate with green chuteney with some good words and a genuine smile. Someone told me that this tapari has been closed three years back. Overall, for me my college became just concrete statued walls with white paints.
The similar story is with all the places where my footprints were there years back, but now they are on the verge of erosion. Probably this was my last visit to this place and with the feeling of that I have money to use nagpur airport, I flew back to my next destination. While sitting in a flight seat no. 14F, I saw the city from above and wrote these 10 points.
10 things happen when life goes into the past
10. It gives the clear picture of the change of taste. Whether its the previously enjoyed poha or biryani at dharampeth, it doesn't taste as tasty as it was earlier.
9. It assures that different stages in life give different angles to the state of observation.
8. It confirms that places remains same, its just people around and time changes.
7. It gives feeling of limited time in life, the question whether i would be able to comeback again here.
6. It proves place does not make a place better, company do.
5. My father's Debit ATM card had better features than mine Credit and Debit cards.
4. It reminds borrowed bike ride had better fun than a hired taxi.
3. It pushes you to leave your spot, filling it with new entity.
2. It tickles you to laugh on you previous idiotic deeds.
1. It reminds that time is always ready to disown you, don't forget to thank who made this journey beautiful.
