Aae Halllooo...

As the garba music touched my ear drums, they brought back memories of childhood...

I would play garba like mad from start of night till the last person on the floor I would be there with them shaking my legs with the rhythm and in correct tune with everyone else considered elder to me then. Started playing at a very young age of 5 yrs around. Mom would dress me up on different themes and I would go to do garba in the society where I lived as a child.
People would get busy watching KBC and that would annoy me coz we would start of late and then end at the same time coz everyone had office or some other commitments to be done next day for which they need proper sleep and also to some they had get up early!
Today remembering those days it seemed like so many things have changed yet few remaining same. I'm now not a toddler but an adult with my own commitments and busy schedules, my place of dwelling has changed and currently they don't celebrate it, for whatever reason it may be, not a matter of discussion for now. Last I played garba was approx 13 yrs back! Yeah...
Long long back...
But then everyone considered me a child and would not let me play in main stream but a small group would be formed inside the circle formed by elders where small children would be asked to play. I would hate it so much then that the feeling of sadness still can be felt deep inside somewhere! I would wish to grow up and then dance with them, the elders and then no one will stop me from dancing with them I would wonder.
But didn't knew that after I grow up I would not even get a chance to have a glimpse of seeing others play garba, forget about myself playing it! Whole lot of years flew away listening same songs from my window and remembering the childhood while having books in front of me. Maximum, I would dance on my own on those songs when the lost child inside me would return back.

This year that sound too vanished as a new concrete stood in between that complex and mine. So it was blank, dumb and silent... And me and my books were left at peace yet empty...

Today was change from it... KBC was still on air, as I said, few things that didn't change was this, Mr. Bachchan's presence in our lives, may he long live with all his wisdom and talent, I wanted to change something today. I asked my family if anyone interested in coming to watch the garba program that is being very nicely and in great way organised at a distance 10 mins walkable from my home, being near I was still far from it since past 13yrs...
Enough of sacrifices I've made for my academics and yet it had not assured me any secured out put, this regret of losing on to something that cannot be brought back for something that too didn't yield anything is very itchy! I wanted to get over it. I've seen people, enjoying everything and yet today they're all established professionals too. It's all about knowing your priorities definitely but also about doing things with focus and in right way whenever you do it. Book in front of me but me dreaming about something that I can't do is all waste of sacrifices and yet no results of it situation...
Hence I decided that this time I'm gonna have fun as well as studies both...
I went with family to see garba. There was such a huge crowd. People in thousands were present. Many shaking their legs few looking them shake their legs! I wanted to shake mine too but was not sure if my legs would play the same rhythm as I could as a child? We returned back home. I played a song on my cell and started playing garba trying that rhythm that I saw today after years...
For my surprise I could dance with same rhythm... And I continued to enjoy myself and my night...
As the garba music touched my ear drums, they brought back memories of childhood...

PS: This life of ours is too short to live heavy hearted, with regrets, rather we must live to learn what we want exactly and in what our happiness lies? We can always manage time except we decide to do so!
Today found child-me in lost grown-up-ME... :-)