Rendezvous with The memory
I used to wonder how would it feel meeting someone close to your heart after a long long span..... a decade perhaps....a remarkable scene(where Rahul meets Anjali after 8 years) in Kuch Kuch Hota Hai says it all.... its something which is quite difficult to express in words.... this is what i wrote in a mail after a similar incident....

Three consecutive failures in planning my trip....had not undermined my decision to visit bangalore on the weekend ....this time i had to.... because if i havent i would have missed so much.... much of what i dont think i would have been ever able to make up for.... actually my trip had become quite important because i was suppose to meet a childhood friend.... the realtionship dates back to 17 years.... we first met when we were in class 1st... and for no special matters we were not in much contact with each other for the past 9 years..... 9 years back when fate made us depart..... we made a point that we would be in contact under all circumstances.... but most of times its the circumstances which control the human behavior rather then we excersising our mighty control over them....i dont think i should be concerned about the past when the present seems to be so perfect ...

ever since i arrived i was trying to contact her but was unsuccessful....the credit goes to the training schedule at my company.... and when she finally did.... and wanted to meet me as soon as possible......... the best possiblity being the diwali weekend....or perhaps the next one.... again due to unavoidable circumstances at my end.... i was not able to it this time too.... finally she was so upset that she messaged me.... now on she had absolutely no hopes of meeting me in future....at my end i just helplessly gazed at the message.... of all the people i had never expected this from smirti.... yes thats her name.... n true to her name.... thats whats she means to me.... a memory which dates back to our childhood days....in an impluse i decided i would meet her the coming weekend itself.... against all the commitents..... i was scared n both excited at the same time while i was travelling from mysore to bangalore.....
two of my training friends and me took the bus from the campus itself.... at6am.... the reporting time for which is generally 5am( not only if u want to land up with a comfortable seat rather if u want to travel in the particular bus too).... i couldnt sleep in the bus.... even when i was awake the entire last night.... we reached bangalore at 9 am.... all we were searching for was a place to shop......... after all we had received our last month salary....our "FIRST" salary.... so we went to commercial street.... it was only 9:30 am .... had a quick breakfast at the only restuarant which was opened at that hour....after gnawing the dish(which was referred as Idli by the person serving us).....we came out(my watch read 10:00am) n then kicked off with a bit of shopping.... the best part being that i paid for everything through my new n the only debit card( my sincere gratitudes to my present employer).... the best because i was paying through the debit card which is till date was considered as a luxury by me..... it gave me a feeling of all grownup.... u know what i mean..... firstly paying in style as if i had a overflooding bank account.....when the truth was that, the account had only 10,000 n something......... n secondly that, its my first official income....finally we went to forum..... met her.... after 9years....she was still the same jolly.... polly,light hearted.... the girl who could make me 32 all out.... had lunch(MacVeggie, Fies and a Coke) in MacDonalds.... i had been to more then 25 MacDonalds outlets in the ncr during my graduation days but this one seems above all others.... shared few cherished moments.... went home with her....met her parents....it seemed nothing was touched with change in due course of time....n i pray it remains just the same.... the trend is carried forward in future too..... the clock seemed ticking away so fast when i wanted it to stay the same.... i was suppose to meet other two schoolmates of mine.... but to my sheer luck... one was struck up waiting for the bus.... n other with some work....finally so we returned to forum.....on her scooty..... i felt like a free bird....the same polluted air which i was so mal... few hours back seem to be full of fragrance.... fragrance of my childhood.... of innocence...i wanted to be a kid.....wanted to go to school.... wanted to solve the same stupid maths problems which gave me real nightmares.....learn more n enjoy much more....i wish travelingg back in time was possible.... any how now lets be back to reality.... we reached forum....at 5pm...my training friends wanted to stay for the night n leave for mysore the next day..... they asked me if i had a probs with the pan?? probs no ways.... i was waiting for such a opportunity..... met one the guys( one of the school friends)....but he left early.... then had a lengthly chat with her....about every possible topic under the sun.....i dont know weather it was the talks or the chocolates(which we were sharing) that were sweeter....called the other schoolmate....this time he was finally free n arrived at forum.....met him.... he had changed..... n turned to be busy too.... pata nahi ladke sach me itne busy hote hai ki bas bolte hai.... he left at 7:30 and then i met few of her friends( at their place) n then there i was at forum again....yes perhaps it was my fourth visit on the single day.... i liked the place because the place reminded me of my college trips to malls with my batch friends n hall effect.....one of the most popular hangouts with friends in ncr..... the same showrooms....the same crowd.... same MacDonalds.....n yes the same old window shopping..... there were times when we thought once we start earning we would buy this..... buy that.... but then it never happens this way.....

we went back home.... at 10:30pm.... i must really confess that i was scared to death..... i mean two girls.... 10:30pm.... all alone..... when none with slighest know how of any kind of martial arts.....when we reached home.... smiriti cooked up a nice story for arriving this late.... n after a break of.... i dont remember how many days, i didnt feel guilty about lying.... i slept like a baby that night.......... the morning session was fun too.....after all its rare.... when u get a chance to be a part of family.... which does not comprises of kins.... i returned back to mysore with memories of less then a day but an impact of more then a lifetime.....