The same streets yet the different us. Nostalgia seeps in but we have come far. I see kids in school and I see my reflection in the window of the car that I drive and I wonder, I wonder when I was 14 and I had biggest dream to drive a car and be on the road and seven years later, here I am. Here we all are. Friends, people from college, people we knew. People getting married, having kids, some abroad, some in a city and some we never hear from. We have come far and we can only move forward. Here’s to the forward current, here’s to the wave, here’s to the change.
Change is here.
Because the game-boys I once drooled over on the glass top of the toy store counter were left neglected just like 8 MB memory cards (snicker) and mp3 players; all catching dust.
Saw Nolan’s Insomnia the other night. And I couldn’t sleep. Fantastic thriller. I had my head covered with my hands at one moment. There was grief, there was human dilemma and the messed up state of mind.
And then there was something that resonated with me when Will Dormer (Al Pacino) said,
Don’t lose your way
In the past two days I learnt two things:
When in doubt, take a shower.
And when in doubt, go with a winged eye-liner.
Sometimes all you need is a little push.
It was last Thursday and it was nearly two months since I went home to mom and dad. I woke up to the sound of asr and checked my phone. It was a long weekend - a competition in Lahore of robo-navigation so classes were cancelled for our degree. Mostly the guys had left for Lahore or were leaving. I looked out my window for a moment.
My class fellow asked me why I don’t leave for home. A trip that I had been planning for weeks. I shrugged and texted back saying too much travel and the usual excuses I had. The truth was I was just scared of homework, of undone projects or missing classes. He insisted that I pack my bag and head out. The part about packing up and leaving for home hit me.
I called mom and said, “Aajon?”
Abu called back and called me home.
After nine hours of travel of watching green fields, orange gardens, people in the fields, boys playing cricket and the cities of Punjab as we traveled through Sargodha, Jang then finally Multan, I was home.
Very few things compare to see mama when you get right off the bus and she stands there, beaming at you and you begin to laugh.
Be less afraid - note to self.
PS For ami and abu.