I always wonder how passionate people are, about visiting new places and spending time relaxing . Thou the concept of holidaying,and going to places has gained large attention in recent years,But people often wanted to change the monotony of life,hence at least planned some days out visiting relatives, which was more economical,ands sometimes to holy places as a pilgrimage to pay our thanks to the GOD for the good that has happened and to wade away any evil,beyond this visiting places was a dream,which has come true,due to the multiplicity of airlines, a product development in the tourism industry,compelled pestering by our kids and of course the social pressure to keep up that you too had planned a holiday.well i also had planned a visit to Andaman a few years back,beyond the natural beauty that the island had to unfurl, the most fascinating and memorable,thing was the visit to the Andaman jail and the sound and light show,well the narration about toiling of the inmates was made by the tree which was witness for all that happened, which still remains, while the characters are dead and the sufferings and.such incidences are stored as memories in the grains of sand of the lovely beaches which,receive millions of people.
two recent incidents have made me to recall what the ruins would hold and how memories are lost until saved in some ones heart
Incident1: a few decades back we shared the pleasure of staying with my brother who was given palatial govt quarters,a white building surrounded with huge trees,plants and a veiled compound, our presence there would make the whole area lively,our mornings would start with a few sitting out in the veranda,sipping,our morning tea,browsing the papers,while a few kids would be enjoying their tricycle or bicycle ride ,my mom busy plucking flowers for making them into a mala,the kitchen brimming with activities to ensure that every one supposed to leave are fed and taken care of, the maid a the backyard,assisting in cleaning or washing, and as time progresses,people will start leaving for,schools,colleges work and for other business,the liveliness that was amid used to draw the attention of people passing thro on the roads, time changed and we have moved out but i happened to cross this building on my way to work only to see that it was occupied by different people with their own preferences.but a few years back it was declared as abandoned and work started for its demolition.when ever portion of the building was transformed into rubbles my heart ached and memories flooded down regarding our stay there,today the building is gone,many of the trees too have gone and a new building is coming up, i guess the soil there would behold the lost memories of happiness that was once there andwould keep haunting as dreams.
Incident 2
i was on my way back from work i saw a huge JCB put to work it was sincerely bringing down the once famous Dasaprakash hotel, the demolition work was in full spree,and advertisement board also claiming that a posh,unaffordable,luxury apartment is coming up was establishing that this name would get erased from the memory of chennalites.there will be no dasaprakash signal, no hotel,no functions and no land mark as dasaprakash, only to be replaced by some dwelling unit to be filled with new people,.well,i have been to dasaprakash, with my dad and mom and sister ,while we were waiting for a medical seat counselling, i have organised a few official functions there, attended a few marriages, so also many people would have had occasions to carry memories of their own about this building which is just a rubble now to be built in.
These a just few examples, but the list would go on like the well on which i would sit and spend endless time looking into its depth, the easy chair which i would sit and drowse with an open book, the trees,under which time was spent to rest. who knows might be the the trees around us the rusting air the birds and insects too keep conversing about such things only we don't hear them
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