PRELUDE:
One fateful summer an uncle of mine visited us.He seemed the perfect answer to the question-"What do you want to be,when you grow up?".My instant devotion towards him was because everyone loved and respected and seemed to look upto him.Above all was the fact that I being the youngest amongst my cousins, was his favourite and above that too, was the thing that he encouraged us(me and my brother) to be creative.
Now this was the good part and this is where the story takes a new course when you come to know something more about my uncle and something about me.Uncle ji was an ex armyman and he was strict-"stereotype" type strict.I on the other hand was an average at academics indoor kind of kid with an uncommon for my age- "laidback" attitude(lazy is the real word).Lost somewhere in my subconscious was also an alterego with ambitions to be good at sports,brilliant in academics, outdoor kind of kid.
My uncles' first maxim for me was "Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy wealthy and wise".Early every morning we would accompany uncle on his morning walking-running-exercising regime.It should be noted that prior to his visit all my parents' attempts at trying to wake me early in the morning had
failed and I had trained my ears to ignore even the most annoying of alarm clocks.Well this time,my alterego,fuelled by the halo that circled my uncle had let my guard down.At that very impressionable and innocent age of mine my alterego had found his superman in uncleji.Following his way of life seemed
sacred to me and his words seemed to be coming straight from some higher divine place.Suddenly within a month I was this new guy.I bathed everyday,my uniforms were tidy and perfectly ironed,I did my homeworks and I was more athletic than I ever was.
PRESENT DAY:
Yesterday night after feasting upon a tasty racoon,and washing it down with a pint of UB,I with my friends decided to have a "night-out".We decided upon going to kapu(a beach with lighthouse upon a hill).The lighthouse sends a humongous shaft of light down upto the horizon which keeps rotating about a point
above our heads.The night is cold unlike the warm rocks on which we lie and gaze through the stary night trying to make constellations of our own.The more my mind tries to grasp the idea of the endlessness of the space in which these stars seem suspended the more intangible it becomes.Somehow this becomes the
topic of our discussion and everyone voices there views be it scientific,metaphysical,spiritual or religious.The abstract nature of the discussion disinterests me and I shift my focus to the melonchalic lights on ships far away on the ocean.The next thing I remember is being woken up by the early morning sun.Nostalgia hits me as I am reminded of uncleji.The alterego is long lost and the real me is stronger than ever.Days are gained sleeping while an american lifestyle ensues with moonlight.I just manage to pass my subjects,never exert my body and I have my best friend as internet.Maybe its the contrast between today and that distant summer that triggers this nostalgia and reminds me of the look that uncleji wore for me everyday before leaving me at my school gate.The look that said -"carpe diem".Biking back to my place I cant hep smiling as someone remarks "we seized the night".
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One fateful summer an uncle of mine visited us.He seemed the perfect answer to the question-"What do you want to be,when you grow up?".My instant devotion towards him was because everyone loved and respected and seemed to look upto him.Above all was the fact that I being the youngest amongst my cousins, was his favourite and above that too, was the thing that he encouraged us(me and my brother) to be creative.
Now this was the good part and this is where the story takes a new course when you come to know something more about my uncle and something about me.Uncle ji was an ex armyman and he was strict-"stereotype" type strict.I on the other hand was an average at academics indoor kind of kid with an uncommon for my age- "laidback" attitude(lazy is the real word).Lost somewhere in my subconscious was also an alterego with ambitions to be good at sports,brilliant in academics, outdoor kind of kid.
My uncles' first maxim for me was "Early to bed and early to rise makes a man healthy wealthy and wise".Early every morning we would accompany uncle on his morning walking-running-exercising regime.It should be noted that prior to his visit all my parents' attempts at trying to wake me early in the morning had
failed and I had trained my ears to ignore even the most annoying of alarm clocks.Well this time,my alterego,fuelled by the halo that circled my uncle had let my guard down.At that very impressionable and innocent age of mine my alterego had found his superman in uncleji.Following his way of life seemed
sacred to me and his words seemed to be coming straight from some higher divine place.Suddenly within a month I was this new guy.I bathed everyday,my uniforms were tidy and perfectly ironed,I did my homeworks and I was more athletic than I ever was.
PRESENT DAY:
Yesterday night after feasting upon a tasty racoon,and washing it down with a pint of UB,I with my friends decided to have a "night-out".We decided upon going to kapu(a beach with lighthouse upon a hill).The lighthouse sends a humongous shaft of light down upto the horizon which keeps rotating about a point
above our heads.The night is cold unlike the warm rocks on which we lie and gaze through the stary night trying to make constellations of our own.The more my mind tries to grasp the idea of the endlessness of the space in which these stars seem suspended the more intangible it becomes.Somehow this becomes the
topic of our discussion and everyone voices there views be it scientific,metaphysical,spiritual or religious.The abstract nature of the discussion disinterests me and I shift my focus to the melonchalic lights on ships far away on the ocean.The next thing I remember is being woken up by the early morning sun.Nostalgia hits me as I am reminded of uncleji.The alterego is long lost and the real me is stronger than ever.Days are gained sleeping while an american lifestyle ensues with moonlight.I just manage to pass my subjects,never exert my body and I have my best friend as internet.Maybe its the contrast between today and that distant summer that triggers this nostalgia and reminds me of the look that uncleji wore for me everyday before leaving me at my school gate.The look that said -"carpe diem".Biking back to my place I cant hep smiling as someone remarks "we seized the night".
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