Been tagged by Ozman.
My oldest memory:
Being very very angry. It was a winter night in Delhi. My mother who was carrying me in her arms hit her head when somebody opened the window just as she got up from a chair. It was good thing perhaps that I did not have too many words on me those days.
10 years ago:
I was in Delhi with my life altering all around me.
My first thought today morning:
“Shit. I did not turn off that weekly prayer thingie”. See, for some reason the alarm clock in my phone does not work. I discovered instead something termed the ‘mobile prayer’. I found that a programmed prayer works just as well as a ordinary alarm tune. So my god of choice is Hanuman and the last time I needed it was apparently last Friday at 6. am.* My father who is always up at unearthly hours was, I think, a little intrigued.
You built a time capsule today what would it contain?
I thought about this one for a bit. A little induced panic and I was coming along just fine. My initial list included tiger DNA too. But see, ultimately (why baulk at words - deep down) I seem have a boringly Indian mentality when it comes to recording history. I don’t really believe that we ought to try.
But if I had to sneak past these principals and be tempted to freeze-preserve something, it would be the one thing that I am no end grateful has been preserved into my time in some form - The Upanishads. Whatever the laws of karma it would be a great pity, I think, to have to re-invent that particular wheel.
Has been somewhat unspectacular for me till now. But I hope I know better than to chafe at unspectacular these days.
14 years from now:
I have no idea. I hope my knee does not hurt.
I tag Floozieloo.
* I started to do this tag on Friday.