Abhijit Mahida's personal blog

Category: Life

Be a kid, Abhijit

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.

I can do anything

Recently, I caught my friend telling “But I don’t play football”. This is a very telling difference between a kid and an adult. For a child, everything is possible and anything is doable. School + Singing classes + 2 hours of cricket under the sun + doing homework after coming home can all be done in one single day.

nostalgia stories matter

Nostalgia, WTF!

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.


The disease that was unforgiving

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.

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