Memories and Music

So apparently school is over for my school-going friendos. I wonder how that feels, I truly do. When I left, it was a private show - a lone leaving - not something collective after what could possibly be the two most important years of one's schooling life.

It seems to me now that we're actually less likely to keep on touch than we thought, depending on how much each of us decide to throw ourselves into college work. None of us are even going to the same colleges, by the way, which is a real shame; but our different characters are sending us different places. I do like the very cliche idea, however, that we who were so bound together in school, in our niche club among the other mere mortals, we may split - but anywhere we go, we leave something of us behind; and connected to that something is the memory of each other. I know I will think of my people often, and they (I optimistically say) will think of me - of the thoughts we shared, of the laughs we had.

In that way, they will come with me to Pondicherry, to Bangalore, to Puniyoor, and to all the other places I will travel to. I will probably compare everybody I meet with them, at least for a while.

Or maybe, just maybe, I'm wrong;
I don't count on it, though.

I think about other acquaintances too, now and then. How I used to laugh with Meenu, at my terrible renditions of Tamil songs. How Dinky used to passionately impart her various morals to me. How much I loved Apoorva and our stupid stupid jokes, and Bhavya, who was once my wife (something every high school girl should have). Those were times that are surreal to think about now - did that really happen? I can hardly believe it, but I feel what I felt so strongly when I listen to the music from that time. "It did happen, it did, it did" resonates through the beats, the melody, the words; and I feel everything that I felt then, again.

Don't get me wrong, I'm not hung up about the past - I just enjoy time travelling through tunes. One day, I'll come back to this moment, listening to Ophelia, or Death of a Bachelor, or whatever else.

I look forward to looking back!