There is this bucket list thing of mine. I’ve come to a touching distance of fulfilling it, but stop short every time. I have done it in bits but haven’t found the courage or the acceptance of it — it’s to get a tattoo.
Category: Life

This post is an effort to document my 24 years spent in GNFC Township in Bharuch. It is also to record the changes that this place went through in my time. I was 3 years old when my parents arrived here along with my elder sister. I am 27 now, about to spend the last couple of days in this place, as my father is retiring.
As they say, nostalgia is a very powerful drug, and most of us get carried away by the memories of our childhood, longing to go in the past and live like a child again.
I found myself doing the same and hence, this post is a dissection of what I talk about when I talk about living like a child. An analysis of what kids do.

The first time I encountered the word “Nostalgia” was while watching TV, switching through the magical portal called a remote control and coming across ESPN. They had a show called “Nostalgia India”. I did not know what the word meant but it had a nice ring to it, it rhymed. And as Vir Das said, we Indians like anything that rhymes. Although it is more of a human trait.
Coming to human traits, how about visiting the most travelled place in the world — the past. It certainly is my favourite place to visit.

In 2007, my grandmother passed away. I was in 7th standard, around 12 years old. While I have faint memories of it, some things really stood out — I remember I was giving an exam when the invigilator asked my class supervisor to let me end the exam early. I didn’t get what was happening. I was rushed to the hospital where I saw more than 100 people gathered around an ambulance. My grandmother didn’t even live at my place, so these were just the ones who knew her through my parents. Those people accompanied the ambulance to Surat, where another 100-200 people joined, and many of them came to Tapi river, where she was cremated.