Monday, March 14, 2011

The lost hour!!

So last night while I was well not sleeping and listening to some blissful Mark Knopfler, something happened and I lost an hour... Many call it Daylight Saving, I just think its evil.. A prank played by the insomniacs to make the sound sleepers suffer.. Just like that in a moment of bliss I lost an hour and the enormity of that event stuck me... Its a freaking HOUR we are talking about..

This not-so-happy realization made me take a trip down the memory lane.. Not sure if it was the music, the snow fall or may be something I was having, the philosopher, the introspect-er and the trying-hopelessly-to-cling-on-to-the-past-er took over.. Remembering all the hours which may not have been possible in this lost one but the ones most close to the heart.. Some happy, some not so much, some euphoric, few insane..


  1. The 60 min of Sunday mornings when my brother and I were 10 and 8... And Jungle Book..
  2. The 1 hour sports period every week during school.. When sports meant shouting at the top of our voices and running berserk all over the place..
  3. The hours appointment with the dentist every 15 days.. I believed at that time the ghost looked exactly like the fat lady in the white coat who knew only one word ‘Spit’!! The ice cream grand-mom used to get once we were out of the satanic places. I miss you, Aaji and I no more think of you as the devil, lovely Dentist lady!!
  4. The hour in the school bus each day.. The most fun part of the schooling experience.. The hour of singing, antakshari, fighting, gossips, cheating on the conductor at times when traveling by government buses, arguing with strangers over acceptable limit of noise that can be created in public transport.. Geez, feels like yesterday..!!
  5. Moving to junior college, the exactly 1 hr lunch break everyday... The hour of new excitements, old stories and new spices, the hour of teenage independence...
  6. The one hour extension on Sundays to “In-time” in the hostel. This hour turned into hours as we progressed through college days though.
  7. The longest hour when I was trying to reach college for 3rd year result. It was a ritual and superstition to collect the result with the bunch of together. We feared if we all were not together something nasty might happen. I was getting back from Mumbai and trying to make it on time only to learn that there was an Auto-strile. Darn!! I walked, ran, crawled in midst of 100s of worried calls and texts till I made it just in time.
  8. Every 60 min of Puoshttam and Fiodiya Theater play.. In the light room or on the stage the euphoria was always at the peak..
  9. The excruciatingly unbearable hour of Somaiya classes on Engineering Mechanics. The professor had an effect on the eyelids that it was impossible to keep ‘em open but he hated them closed and in between the students spent an hour of agony and closeness to god to just praying for the hour without getting caught..
  10. The most adventurous hour White Water Rafting in Kundalika river with the bestest set of friends...
  11. The 10th season finale of FRIENDS.. Watching it with friends and wishing that it never ended...
  12. The hour narrated in my last post..
  13. The only 60 minutes spent by the beach before midnight on 31st Dec night after a 29 hour journey using all possible means of road transport... The 60 precious moments of splashing waves, tipsy eyes and hardly burning bonfire was the beginning of the most crazy friendship bonds that will last a lifetime...


This list made me think of many other moments which essentially are not remembered with an hour’s measure... All those.. some other time...

For now, in the memory of the hour.. that could have been...

14 comments:

Arjygh said...

A very natural flow of thoughts and you surely relived all those hours in a single hour (approximately ;)) when you were writing the post ... And times like this are the ones we would always remember ... memories never die ...
brilliant! the past beautifully embroidered onto the feeling of the present..

Anu said...

Awesome post...:)
The theme is great n u have managed to capture and pen down the memories really well...
Great job...:)

Rujuta said...

Awesome.. :) Brought back all the memories... Wish we could go back in time and experience them once again.. :)

Nithin said...

An Hour - The 3600 experiential parts - 1000s of moments of an interesting cricket match - Hundreds of awkward pauses on an uncomfortable date - More than hundreds of thoughts and emotions a human brain is capable of, All lost because its a ritual from WW II! Bizarre!

Shweta said...

Awesme one rey..!! Superb..!! :):)

Ashwini said...

Hey...
Great post!!
Actually could visualize everything.. and wishing for many such "an Hour"s :) :)

Kedar Rahalkar said...

Interesting concept; I loved the overall treatment to the content...soft & caring. I didn’t like the way you’ve spread your memories over bullet points though! ..resembles a research paper. But, that’s just me! Keep writing…or should I say blogging? :)

ANAGHA said...

@Arjygh: Thanks... And I tried to time myself to finish it an hour, I almost hit it :)
@Anu: Yeah I was doing this sorta thing after long.. Glad you liked it... I was nervous :P
@Ruju: I wish too...

ANAGHA said...

@Nithin: Humm interesting... And awkward dates :O :O Thats new... :P

ANAGHA said...

@Shweta: You were in many of these hours.. Hope I took you down the memory lane... did I?? It was so much fun!!
@Ash: Absolutely!! Wish for many more..

ANAGHA said...

@Kedar: So you finally got time to visit my lil blog :) Honoured...!!
And being an engineer and applicant for so long, it has sucked some emotion outta me and all im left with is Bullet points :P :P

Chaitra said...

:)....It's fits... Some hours are golden hours, just because we let them pass by...

Loved it....and lingered for a very long time on the last point ... It teleported me back to that beach..:)

Chaitra said...

Guess...some hours are golden only coz we let them slip by... :)

Loved it...Lingered on the last point for a long time....almost took me back to that beach...

It's always refreshing to take a walk down the memory lane, kinda puts the present in perspective..

ANAGHA said...

@Chaitra: Firstly, it sounds weird to call you by your name... Anyway, well said about letting it pass by... The trick is to gracefully let it go than to hopelessly cling on to it :)