Time travel via Gifts!
You will never know how exasperating it will be, when I don’t
get to see this movie, after a week of search for “Humpty sharma ki dulhania”. I don’t
have any special reason to watch this movie except for Aliya Bhatt. Seriously I
don’t want any other reason other than her. I have got obsessive- compulsive-disorder
it seems <3 <3 :P
(please end my yearning by giving that movie, if you have :P )
Seri! Back to my business, the novel idea I got now is (I must
write a special post for the situations, in which I’m getting the ideas to
write posts). Wait! It won’t be that interesting if I say the topic all of
a sudden without any beating around the bush (novel la um masala kekrango! Blog
la yum masala kekrango! Kali kalam! :P ). Okay let’s assume that you are having
five friends in first year of your college (Since I’m a pathetic engineer, let’s
consider it as an engineering college). It won’t take much of your unused grey
cells to choose a birth day gift for them (If their birth day falls after you
have entered the college). Trust me; it won’t be that easy for you to do the same
from the next year. Five persons, five different gifts! Boss, money is not even
a matter, let it be very minimal but you have to think more than a week to grab a
gift. So you must have known now, what will be the next eight hundred words
going to torture you.
Till my high school, in order to cover up my laziness in
searching the gifts for my friends, I used to get a book for every one (Though
they have reading habit or not) the reason I gave for that is, “Machi, Start
reading books da, It’s the right time to start reading, that’s why I ‘searched’
a lot and grabbed a book for you”. My virtual-me will laugh the hell out, while
uttering these words to them. The fun part is, they found that my reason
is authentic and they were very pleased of my love for them ;)
After I entered the college, I modernized the concept of
gift-ing. I introduced gift-by-me, which is literally by me. I will consider myself
as some “on-the-floor” writer and will take a sheet of paper, write all bloody
memories which are mutual, write all the senti stuffs (when they read that
after 15-20 years they will sure laugh their souls out) and pin a diary milk
with it and thrust in the hands of my lovable amigos!
Not to mention about ‘you-can-not-understand-the-meaning-unless-i-say-it-myself
‘, kind of poems (poem?) about them and torture them to read it. Paavam those
people are, with no other go, they used to say “Awesome GB, fantastic one! Thanks
a lot!” if not Oxford thesaurus, those works would have been a child’s play.
I don’t know if the birthday gift session in which I’m
involved ends up in a comical way or every b’day gift ceremony ends like this
goundar’s diag “aarasiyala ithellam sadharananmapa!”
Another memorable gifty moment is, my friends tried to surprise
me with a book as gift, they silently placed the book in my cupboard, when I saw
that book later I was shocked. Shocked because I found that book in my cupboard
of hostel when I actually had that book in my home, Six hundred kilo meters
away! Suddenly I heard a loud sound saying “Happy B’day!” Then I realized how I got
that book in my cupboard. I thought “Ada paavigla,They have doubled that book
and wasted few bucks for the sake of failed surprise!”
This is the problem of getting a book as gift for a book
freak! We would never know what books they have come across and what books
should we get for them.
If you are so damn bored and want to kill away time, please
scroll down few posts and you will find a post about a guy, It is also one of
my birth day gifts for a friend :P See, how lazy I’m?
As years pass, you cannot realize, the importance of gifts
going towards dusk, If you gift your friend on his b’day in
first year, your gift gonna reach him a month after his b’day in final
year, for sure!
This doesn’t mean that your friend has forgotten your b’day
or taken you for granted. It just show the increase of intimacy. You know
what? The true fact is, if you start consider a person as a best of friends,
you will even forget that he didn’t gift you on your b’day.
But always, Gift is a gift, it gives a tingle in your heart
for sure.
I have heard few philosophies, “I won’t give or get any
gifts because they don't mean anything”. Surely clearly it is a lame excuse.
Please boss, don’t give that explanation ever.
Gifts conceal a brilliant philosophy.
Those are port keys
of memories.
When you are in your early eighties (If you are lucky
enough) and you have no other duties to do other than eating and peeing, you go
to the store room of your house and open a sixty year old case, you find a hand
crafted pen stand given to you by your middle school friend, you take it in
your hand (Don't dare to say that you won’t feel anything when you do that!) I would be surprised if you hadn't drenched that stand with your tears.
Gifts don’t portray your status or your ability to spend your
money on that; it is just the key to open the memory box which contains love.
I’m a senti –idiot,
as my friend would always say. I collect memories along with objects. I love
all the every single gift given to me by my friends. Including the box that
contained two brownies which I got as gift on my 19th birth day
(Obviously, I ate the brownies before the third minute I had them in my hands)
I don’t have gifts
but I have many port-keys!
PS: This post is dedicated to my friends, For whom, the
birth days are over before a month and I’m still pending with my gifts :P
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