Time Flies
Time flies, doesn’t it?
My second generation won’t ever know the taste of the sweets that my mother and grandmothers used to make. Yes, it sounds very logical to say that I could learn and pass on to my kids and then further- but will it happen?
Today’s kids eat only when they have a screen in front of them. I used to eat when my mom used to make small balls of dal and rice, each dedicated to each member of my family- her analogy was if I ate each family member’s share, they would be happy. Just writing about it makes my heart cheer up.
I’m sad that at one point, there won’t be any shayari (poetry), and there won’t be any poetry that will be written the way that they were. There will be a time in the future when tabla, sitar, veena, and harmonium (musical instruments) will all go extinct. I’m broken by the mere thought of this. I hope I don’t live long enough to see this day.
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Maybe at one point, every family will stop watching 31st December award shows- and just like that another childhood memory will be gone (Thanos Snap). My state has a month-long festival of worshipping Maa Laxmi (Gurubar Manabasa) on Thursdays, during the winter season. Just imagine waking up to the smell of jhuna (incense), your mom praying and the bhajan playing on the television, decorations with marigold flowers, and not to forget the patterns made on the floor with rice flour and water. Oh, take me back, home.
In the world of digital education, the new-age kids won’t ever know the precision and perfection with which my father covered all my textbooks and notebooks. With scooters dying, they won’t know the fun of standing in front of the scooter while going to school in the morning and shouting “aaaaaa” as though eating the air (hahaha).
The point here is to compare my childhood with what my kids will have or what their kids will have. The experiences are going to be different, the upbringing is going to be different- but aren’t we our parents’ kids? One of the ways to give back is by passing on their legacy and their passed on legacies.
You see, how we are stuck with memories, and not just the person. Time flies, yes, time flies, leaving us spellbound and speechless in all the different emotions we have ever felt. So, while we can, let’s.
