Tuesday, March 29, 2005

Our inanimate friends

Through our life, we get attached to certain things—even inanimate—that we are moved by when the time comes to get rid of them. How many times have we really wondered if these are worth the pain we feel?
Take for example a restaurant called Savera opposite my college, Fergusson. I can't even remember the number of days/nights I spent there... now I wonder why. But one thing is for sure... I can never forget the place. Similarly, there is this regular stop on the Mumbai-Pune Expressway called Center Point where the bus stops for a few minutes for a cuppa chai! But this week, I drove to Mumbai and not stopping there made me miss it. Not that the food is great or anything, but just that it had become a part of something I did regularly. This, in fact, was what set me thinking.
So I started to think about other such inanimate things that are really important to me. The first thing that came to mind was my motorcycle... I haven't used it in almost five months now but I still don't want to sell it. Can't even bring myself to think about it. Perhaps there's too many memories associated with it... Another such thing is my backpack from college... it was a green one with brown suede at the bottom and black straps... fairly ordinary, but again, has too many memories... a look at it reminds me of the 3 years in FC and the life (carefree, mind you!) I enjoyed back then...
The list is endless and I will add to it as and when I can think of such things. Call me nuts if you will, but I think these things matter and are great.

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