Alankrita of Real Virtuality tagged me to do this one. I am not too much into memories, since I have seen people live and relive past glories, or suffer the traumas of their past endlessly – quite forgetting that life is here and now. Okay here goes …
This really is a trip in a Time Machine kind of thing …..
My oldest memory
I was quite a little thing … and it was a summer afternoon. My brothers(cousins and real) and I were playing in the park at Humayun Tomb. They decided we had to go inside the tomb – which was out of bound for us – beats me why. Once we were inside, the elder four ran away, hid, and laughed a loud maniacal Ha Ha Ha, which scared the shit out of us (the three younger ones). We screamed, wept and clung to each other like little baby monkeys and sat down – yeah on the gravestone.
Round one to my elder cousins!
Ten Years Ago
Oh most definitely a bad period, trying to get my divorce and trying to bring up a very out of control angry adolescent Kid#!. The only thing good about that time was that I also enrolled along with Kid#1 for Tae Kwon Do classes for a few months and learnt how to kick some ass.
My first thought this morning
I hate mornings. I hate getting up. I hate office. I hate exercise. Ritu get up and exercise otherwise your butt wont fit into your office chair. What do I kill, miam and cut for breakfast and lunch. OMG I hate mornings.
If you built a time capsule, what would it contain
I dont know …. I live here and now. I dont much care about either the past or the future. Hmmm, my blog maybe?
This year has been pretty big for me. I built and moved into my own house. I got promoted to General Manager. My stories got published by the CBSE. I started blogging in earnest. Got my own domain. Got Kid#2 into Engineering College with the strong feeling of “one down, one to go” Pretty eventful.
14 years from now
Hmmmm, retired from corporate life, full fledged writer, living in a small cottage in the hills, two dogs, internet …. a very peaceful life. Of course with the option of coming back to NCR when I get bored or if the winter is too cold. I hope whatever I write sells – I need money for that kind of life.
Should be interesting reading other peoples trip down memory lane