Memories are part of our lives...Good or bad
ones. Sometimes, a flash of some incidents in the past will reach us without
any intimation....and we loose in thoughts.....
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It was a day during my project... I was very
busy all day the day, reading papers, research journals, come to my own
conclusions, new ideas, trying new designs, and a lot more..There was not a
single time left for any entertainment, as it was the peak time of the project.
The thing, I do to relax was talking to jasna, my friend, my class mate, who is
doing project at the same centre..We used to talk about anything around us, thus
get relaxed from the work, and these little conversations make our mind fresh
and clear, and we ready for doing the work that left to do. We both think in
the same way. I wonder, how can we agree in everything, with the same
mind..But, it was true...
One
day, she was not there, and I missed our daily talk, and was fully engaged in
work. When I felt a bit tired, I put the head phone, and started playing some
music in my mobile phone. I was listening to that, trying to relax, stretched
my body and lay on my cushioned seat...Then came that...a sudden but gentle
flash of something.......
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It
was during my college days, my graduation..I was staying in a hostel. There
were 10 inmates in my room. I got a mobile phone for me in the 2nd year.
It was not a difficult task to get one from my parents, as I am away from home,
and they can call me, anytime they wish to, most importantly, during the
weekend journey’s between home and hostel. It was an ordinary colour handset, not
having an MP3 player or camera. But, we listened to the radio daily..
It
was during the next year, some of my friends got mobiles having camera, video
and mp3 players. One of my room mates, Sree also got one. She considered me as
a kid sometimes, some feeling she didn’t show for other inmates.Our beds were
near, and we managed to place them close and used as a double bed. In our free time, in holidays, after breakfast or lunch or the
evening snacks, She used to play music, sometimes in the loudspeaker, if everyone wants to hear, otherwise using head
phone...
She
may be taking a rest on our bed, when she call me for a company. Then me too
lie by her side, and she will put one earplug in to mine, and we enjoy the
music. She was so cared about, and check whether I enjoy the music, and like
the song, which was playing. I liked her loving ways, and always liked the
songs, she played. We enjoyed our company...
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I
was in the lab, taking a rest in between my work..I missed her..I felt to call
her, and tell her, how I remembered those days. I have decided to make the call
or write to her, after reaching home. Two reasons for making it at home. She may
be not available at that time, or busy with her work. Me too don’t make
personal calls at my work place.
I was thinking, why had this happened only then? It is
not the first time, I am listening to music. Yeah, it is the first time at work
place, but I used to do it during my long travels between the research centre
and my home. Then why that time only..?
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Things come to happen in our lives,
creating memories, sweet or sour.. We don’t know, when they are created and
when they come back to make us remember something...
