A Walk Down The Memory Lane

The hot summer of Islamabad has become pleasant with a recent downpour, also the harbinger of the onset of a much-longed-for monsoon. Being alone in the hostel, far away from home and attending a not-so-important-but-still-a-good-excuse-to-stay-away-when-things-are-not-that-good-at-home workshop, in an extremely hot weather backed up by frequent power-outs is as uncool as it sounds. Anyway, with the recent change in weather the nights have become much more charming and broad black and well lit roads of NUST more inviting for a light stroll after the dinner. When you have spent a day doing absolutely nothing just willing to curl up into a ball and roll away into far-off meadows, you can’t just miss this opportunity to have a time-out from your seemingly meaningless life.

When I started with it, I did not have the least idea that this apparently aimless stroll will turn into a walk down the memory lane – one of the many things in my life i have always longed for but thought i didn’t have time for. Mud-scented breeze, long smooth black road, yellow street lights and the darkness all around cast a spell on me and memories came rushing…And by the time i came back, i had lived my life all over again. I wondered why keeping aside my pen and books for a while had been so difficult for me for so long, making me miss out on some tremendously fascinating things around me and within.

Funny enough, my desire to get some peace was destroyed by two chatter-boxes, we normally refer to as ladies, following me down the road. Thinking it to be utterly useless to expect them to respect my wish, I hastened away till I found myself in the quiet once again. On my way, I came to the highest point in NUST from where entire Islamabad and Pindi looks like a scene from some Van-Gogh painting. The rusty, creaky suzukis, noisy smoldering buses, yellow taxis which have turned gray due to the grime and smoke, on a far-off highway seemed like playful fire-flies flying after each other as if playing pakram pakrai. In short, the world seemed much more beautiful than the one I and most of us are familiar with.

Now look, engineering  or medical is hard and the fact that you are studying this at NUST makes it even harder – I understand. Sometimes you don’t get the marks you think you deserved; sometimes you miss the deadline of an important assignment or a project; sometimes your friends don’t understand you or you don’t understand yourself; sometimes you wake up in the morning with absolutely nothing to look forward to, to crawl out of your bed – no matter how tough it seems; no matter how big a failure you think you are, just give yourself a chance before starting to hate yourself – yes, try a walk down the memory lane. And i bet you will realize so many wonderful things about yourself which you have long forgotten in the daily grind.You will learn to let go of some things clinging onto whom has only been a nightmare for you for so long and help you see the highway of your life as if from the highest point in NUST – all playful fire-flies… 🙂

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13 thoughts on “A Walk Down The Memory Lane

  1. “Mud-scented breeze, long smooth black road, yellow street lights and the darkness all around cast a spell on me and memories came rushing…And by the time i came back, i had lived my life all over again.”
    Loved the choice of words. A journey through ‘memory lane’ is always memorable, cherish-able. But where are you nowadays? No post since long..

    1. it’s my oldest (and perhaps the dumbest) post ever. It takes a kind heart to be so appreciative though. You seem to be good at digging old posts and fellows out by the way. Thank you so much. I am writing a short story these days. It’s kinda personal though. I am not sure if i’ll be posting it. If i do, i’ll sure let you know! Right now the story exists as an untagged entry on my blogspot account.
      P.S: How long is a short story supposed to be?

      1. I see its the oldest, perhaps the first here (Mr. WordPress’ comment so shows) and you call it ‘dumbest’, so then taste is being called dumb too! 😉 But i can’t help liking such posts of fireflies; relating the ‘rusty, creaky suzukis, noisy smoldering buses, yellow taxis which have turned gray due to the grime and smoke, on a far-off highway seemed like playful fire-flies flying after each other as if playing pakram pakrai.’ *likes*
        So you have another blog there? I tried blogspot too, but i feel more comfortable here. If you do ever plan to publish it, let me be your reader!
        P.S. i have no idea (at all) how long a short story is supposed to be. its just not as long as a novel is, but doesn’t really has to be too short.

        1. Sorry. I so didn’t mean your taste was dumb. And to be honest, now when i read your comment and my post again, it doesn’t seem dumb anymore. Thank you. I’ll iA send you the link to my story soon.

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