Memories

My memories can be classified into groups- those that i remember - there is an image in my mind or my feeling then.. like sitting in the winter sun with grandma, playing pittoo in a park (again in winter), Diwali card games, scratching my legs in the cement slope-cum-slide and so many others. and then those that i dont remember myself (so technically its not my memory!). its the stories i have heard from others about me. About how i cried and cried so my father had to rush home, take me to a doctor and then i stopped crying while they were still explaining to him what happened, finding amusement in my father's keys. While i know the story, i prefer to hear it from others, because i can listen to their voice and tone and get a feel of the memory.

And then the third group - the ones i am unsure of.. i can remember them but i cant figure out if they are really my memories or is it that i have heard them so often that they have become part of my brain and i am imagining how i must have felt or how it must have been. With a large family, its a given that one story would get repeated often, especially with my family. so if we commit a blooper be prepared for a lifetime of constantly hearing about it. Its now difficult to distinguish my memory from them. Maybe the stories have overshadowed my own version and thats why i am unsure of whether i really remember.. or maybe i dont have a version of myself. i dont know. Like seeing QSQT 3 times a day for a whole month. it seems like a physical and mental impossibility.. and me being a sucker for happy endings.. it seems a weird choice. But there it is. i rememeber we borrowed the video from a neighbour but as for actually seeing it, i cant tell for sure whether its my memory. Like how i used to say Parrot while others were playing countries Antakshari. These are so agonisingly close that i almost remember them.. maybe i do.. its just i cant say for sure.

Does it matter? maybe not. I do have the stories. and i can repeat them anytime. But maybe it would be nice to have an image or a feeling that i was sure was original!

Best thing about Sunday

Is Saturday!!!
I have college on saturdays too.. but i dont work on saturday.. So that means that my weekend starts on saturday afternoon. Sundays may be a full holiday but always in the back of your mind, you know that the next day is monday - back to the grind. but Saturday, oh saturday - you know that tomorrow is off.. There is nothing in the back of your mind.. infact there is nothing in your mind except for the thought of getting up late tomorrow. I can be up late into the night because i dont have to get up at inhumane time of 630 am. Evenings are my time. I was born in the evening. and there is a saying that time of your birth determines which is your time of the day; Mornings are definately not my time. i take ages to get up and get ready which means i have to set my alarm atleast an hour and 15 min before i intend to leave ( which gets delayed by atleast 10 min). and i am grumpier coz i couldnt sleep for longer. Now on the other hand, evenings is great. i get active then. but since day starts in the morning - by the time evening comes, there is tiredness to reckon with and so instead of being active i am just restless.. but saturdays - wonderful: not tired because tom is off.. i have the entire day to relax.
And night: though i was born in evening, night is also my time. I think i like the quietness of the time. no disruptions, no disturbances. Uninterrupted TV, computer, reading... Great!!
I love Saturday evenings and nights!
too bad its a whole 5 days away!