Today I did something unusual. I remembered my yahoo email
ID out of the blue and tried logging in. It is unusual because I am logging in
after almost a good decade. Well, do you know what a decade can do to you?
I
>graduated from college
>graduated again from college, this time with a Masters
>went through unemployment, the great economic recession
>Thought about becoming a wanderer, photographer, movie
director, writer, tech entrepreneur etc
> Oh I forgot, fell in love; madly like a dim wit and
screwed my life
>decided to get a job
>find love again; ink it on paper
>have a baby
>send the baby to school
> And yeah, remembered my yahoo ID
There were 7598 unattended emails waiting for my attention.
Some assumed that I am looking for love, others believed I had humble manly
assets, and a million people did crazy things to me on Facebook, and I was
lost. It was actually 2 AM and I wanted to sleep.
Then, suddenly I saw an option to re-arrange my mails from
earliest to latest; like the sorting from low price to high price in olx,
flipkart, amazon…(middle class folks would know)
Hurrah.
I pulled out some of the scandalous things that I have done in life. My adolescence flashed in front of me and I could suddenly smell the searing heat of Delhi. I guess this is what is known as nostalgia.
I suddenly remembered my friends from that era, who formed an essential part of my life at that time.
The emails, the forwards, and the miss you notes and other notes…damn…Did I really write them?
Oh no..what have I done..? But I saw some equally cheesy replies from my friends who would be equally embarrassed if I showed them the same. So, I guess it was all the age and the hormones that were ruling at sweet sixteen and the immediate aftermath.
But yeah, embarrassing it was. Scandalous. The secretive/not
so secretive part of you that a very few people know, but won’t mind.
Friendship and the process of growing up.
