Peekaboo, where are you?

Pandora_Box

I am a hopeless romantic when it comes to nostalgia.  I remember all kinds of people from my past at random, and then think about them all day !  And such memories crop up because of the most mundane activities.  For example, the smell of cooking drumstick never fails to remind me of a friend called Meena, who went to school and college with me, and who loved drumstick.  I have NO idea where she is now, the last I heard, she was getting married to her college-sweet heart. And that was 14 years ago ! 

Any aeroplane that flies a little lower than usual reminds me of Shobha, who trained to be a pilot, and is now piloting her family instead !   :)  Anytime I hear the ragam "Hindolam" I remember Gowthamram (Gtham, where the heck are you now? I know you are following my blog...come out of the undergrowth man !) who once asked me if  a film song "Margazhi poove" was set in Hindolam !  I do not know why that incident was so spectacular to be etched in my memory forever.

When I draw the "padi kolam" outside my house on days I feel particularly religious, I remember Sujatha, at whose betrothal, I drew padi kolams throughout the hall, and ended up with a horrible back ache afterwards !  When I see a pomeranian,  I remember Revathi, whose young puppy chased me to the end of the street and instilled in me, until today, a horrible caninophobia !

When the air-conditioner is set too cold, (and I have a horribly low cold tolerance, Arunn would agree - in our home-office we always fight about the level of A/C, he would be sweating and I would be swathed in blankets even when the A/C is on minimum) I remember John, who rescued me from a raging snow storm in Syracuse.  When I need to pee, I think of Soumya, my best friend since kindergarten, who used to be my spokeswoman with my kindergarten teacher when nature called (I was THAT timid, really !).

Sometimes I think I carry too much baggage upstairs.  I sometimes I wish there was a core-dump mechanism in the brain that would clear the mental cache and free me of some nostalgia pangs. 

Or maybe not !