The brain really does sometimes stores mundane memories from the past which had no serious impact on you as a person.
While reading this, I remembered the time when I stayed with my maternal grandma’s sister’s home one summer. I must be 11-12 at that time and she had 5 children. The youngest was a boy and he was a year younger than me. My young uncle and other older aunts ranging from 13 to 20; we hung out solid for a month. I am reminded of many instances happened at that time. Such raw memories, untouched by your “post that life” experiences are rare and are so refreshing that you don’t want to share it with the world.
Anurag, you bring back so many memories and after a long long time, your writing is nudging me to start writing again. Love it as always -- can see everything including the man and the telephone he must have used to call your father.
Storytelling at its best! The false sense of power is evident in the case of select wardens. Same is the case with some security guards in housing societies and their honorary secretaries that have no honour. Reminds me of the Stanford Prison Experiment, a compelling case study about the nature of power, conformity, and obedience; including the way in which the experiment was conducted.
might be memory playing tricks .. but it feels like I remember him (even though I was not in the TPS hostel).
I also must have had similar experiences ... but why dont I remember anything? One thing I feel like I do remember is relentless burden of existing, even as a kid. Perhaps thats why I left the city as soon as I could and rarely go back. Maybe I have consciously forgotten everything,
Oh this is one of the most splendid things I have read in a while! I was much younger at the time you speak of, yet there is so much shared nostalgia, and very specific at that, that most of our generation shares. The authenticity and intensity of the connections was indescribable in a word or two as relations, as it has come to be now, with 'better connectivity'. It is so insane that there is an entire generation that has not known the 2000s; that does not come back to memories of past that don't exist, yet are triggered by the specific smell from the corridors of the hostel some random day and time.
The brain really does sometimes stores mundane memories from the past which had no serious impact on you as a person.
While reading this, I remembered the time when I stayed with my maternal grandma’s sister’s home one summer. I must be 11-12 at that time and she had 5 children. The youngest was a boy and he was a year younger than me. My young uncle and other older aunts ranging from 13 to 20; we hung out solid for a month. I am reminded of many instances happened at that time. Such raw memories, untouched by your “post that life” experiences are rare and are so refreshing that you don’t want to share it with the world.
Thank you for writing this!
Anurag, you bring back so many memories and after a long long time, your writing is nudging me to start writing again. Love it as always -- can see everything including the man and the telephone he must have used to call your father.
Keep writing.
Storytelling at its best! The false sense of power is evident in the case of select wardens. Same is the case with some security guards in housing societies and their honorary secretaries that have no honour. Reminds me of the Stanford Prison Experiment, a compelling case study about the nature of power, conformity, and obedience; including the way in which the experiment was conducted.
might be memory playing tricks .. but it feels like I remember him (even though I was not in the TPS hostel).
I also must have had similar experiences ... but why dont I remember anything? One thing I feel like I do remember is relentless burden of existing, even as a kid. Perhaps thats why I left the city as soon as I could and rarely go back. Maybe I have consciously forgotten everything,
What an engaging writeup! Also very insightful. Thank you for sharing.
This is wonderful!! Nietzsche reference peaked here 🫶🏽
Perfect ending with nod to Godot. Really like your dry humor.
Thanks, Rishija ✨
Oh this is one of the most splendid things I have read in a while! I was much younger at the time you speak of, yet there is so much shared nostalgia, and very specific at that, that most of our generation shares. The authenticity and intensity of the connections was indescribable in a word or two as relations, as it has come to be now, with 'better connectivity'. It is so insane that there is an entire generation that has not known the 2000s; that does not come back to memories of past that don't exist, yet are triggered by the specific smell from the corridors of the hostel some random day and time.