Nostalgia Lane

Going through life at our normal/hectic pace we tend to lose track of moments that matter. Now.

Or then, sometimes even moments that have mattered.

So I take a trip down 'Nostalgia Lane' every now and then. Simply by sitting down with a steaming mug of tea, in a quiet corner of my den. Looking at albums that have been put away. Or notes that were written, but are now half forgotten.

Simply by looking at these reminders, I can easily transport myself to a time when things were different. Our baby growing up year by year, our friends, now scattered in various parts of the world, our parents, their friends...

And so much more to delight in.

Then there are the people who are now no more. But who mattered so much then. And do too, even now.

And remember all that has gone by. Feeling good, or sometimes even a little sad.

Then I put all of that away, and come back to the 'now'.
Re-charged and re-vitalized.

For so much of what I am today is because of all that is there..
In all those albums
And all those notes.

Shame Shame- Police caught on camera beating a five year old in India

We all watched our TV screens in horror and shame today as we saw a small girl of five crying in agony as her ears were brutally twisted by a cop in New Delhi.

Repeatedly, his face displaying evident enjoyment.

Followed by a few slaps delivered almost nonchalantly, as if it didn't matter in the very least.

The reason,the little girl, from the lower strata of society,was suspected of havaing stolen a few hundred rupees....

The thought that stayed with us- This probably happens in thousands of places in India, with thousands of little children, every day.

Only this one was caught on camera.

Then aired on National television....

The Rat race, vis a vis 'Me time'

We all know the feeling.

When we feel the adrenalin rush, of wanting to complete something that we have set our heart on doing. Or then what has been assigned to us, to complete within a deadline.

And sometimes we get so caught up in just doing that , or opearating in that particular mode
That we forget what relaxation really is..

So that when we finally do have time on our hands, we are left wondering as to what we what can really now/next.

That is the time when we must stop
And make ourselves "smell the roses."

For this time may never come again
As tommorrow is always....always... another day

When the goalpost may have moved further and then even further ahead..