Passe versus Du jour....

So far I have talked about a lot of serious topics. This is why this time when I sat to write my blog, I decided to serve something that is light. This time I will tell you a short story. You will be able to relate to it but only if you comprehend the words rather than just reading them.

This story is about a very important phase of my life and how I dealt with it. Before I progress with the story let me introduce the characters to you. The first character is me, other two are my two cell phones. This story starts when I bought my new cell phone. I bought a new Samsung Wave something (I do not remember the model number, because I never bothered to check it!) some time back. I started using it just the next day. I was aware of all the basic functions of this phone and can operate them easily. The phone offers a lot of applications; perfect for people like me. It has a music player and a radio. It has a few very interesting games. Internet Search, Facebook, You Tube, Orkut, Email accounts are some of its attractions. My old phone had only a radio and a music player and internet facility was there but not so well segmented as this one. It was a Nokia N72. I called it “mera N72”. I call this one Samsung Wave or MY NEW PHONE.

My new phone is a light phone unlike Mera N72 which was bulkier. My new phone is stylish unlike my old phone (Yeah that is how I address MeraN72 mostly these days. Anyway who cares? After all it is my past now and my new phone is my present, right?) , which is all “tuta phhuta”. Its keypad is all rubbed off. Its body is fragile and screen full of scratches. The new one is has a touch screen, the keypad issue solved and screen covered with protective plastic sheet. Plus I keep it safely in a soft cover so as to protect it. I care for it a lot. Sometimes I go to back the memory lane and think if I would have cared for the previous one similarly, it would have lasted long.

The old phone had all the contacts so it was easy handling it. I fidget with the new one but not that often as I used to do with the old one. I admire my new phone but I miss the old one too. The attachment I had with the old one is no more but I am not attached with the new one either.

I do miss MeraN72 a lot of times, but I do not want to use it anymore. It is taking me a bit time to get accustomed to Samsung Wave. I use my old phone only at the time of emergency, whereas new one is with me all the time, but I am not sure if it will ever become a part of my life as the old one used to be. My old phone was with me for more than two years and new one has been with me from around two months now. I hope it stays with me longer than the previous one but the chances for the same are quite less!

So the story ends here. Technically, the story does not end here, because I am not aware of the fate of MY NEW PHONE.

I guess this is a common story for all the things that are a part of our lives. This is the life style these days. In today’s life style 'thing' and 'person' are not different terms. The treatment is same; in fact mostly the former is treated better than the latter one!

Old is Gold is now just a proverb. You can’t stick to your old things for long. You have to make room for the new ones when the old is not needed anymore. There’s no guarantee of how long the new one stays in your life but it’s important to take risks. Just go and take a chance!

A CUP OF MEMORY....

I am sitting on my room’s floor taking the support of the balcony’s door, sipping my coffee leisurely. I look at the shadows of a small plant my mom planted a couple of years back.

My thoughts slipped two years back to the day when we first kept the pot there. It was just few seeds when one day mom brought them and decided to plant them in a pot. I and my sister fought with my mother, when she decided to keep the pot in her room’s balcony. We gave her a hundred reasons to support our argument. Finally one of them worked perfectly; our balcony had the perfect sunlight and environment for its growth. Initially we nurtured the plant with a lot of love and care. Few months later we went in the balcony numerous times but did not bother to look at the plant. In a year’s time we nearly forgot the plant. As time passed we got busy with our own schedules. A year passed and we forgot the fight with mom over the plant along with its existence in the balcony and thus in our lives.

It is a cold winter afternoon. The sunlight is very pleasing. I can feel the warmth all inside. The plant is still here. It has become a bit old now. Its leaves are all over the ground and so are its flowers. The balcony’s floor looks beautiful with scattered flowers and leaves all over. I watch them and feel bliss. Thank god we fought with mom that day!

I sip the rest of the coffee and sit quietly for few more minutes. Then I get up, close the door and get busy with my usual life.

That’s what life is all about. They say life is the only constant change. Life keeps changing every second and we don’t even realise it. So many things and people enter our lives and leave, some stay for long some don’t. Some please us, for other we shed tears. But nothing remains there. Everything that comes has to leave and all we are left with is a MEMORY.

There are times when we are really happy in a phase of life. When things go wrong we cry over them for hours and days and months....sometimes years! But then there comes a day when we forget it all. We grow past those things and we don’t care about them anymore. We do think about them in our lonely quiet times, but that’s a rarity.

Memories are an essential part of the life’s journey because they give us a reason to smile and cry. They teach us lessons that we would have never learnt otherwise.

So, here I am thanking all those people who ever came into my life even for a second because they have made my MEMOIRE really wonderful!