Memories.

Memory described scientifically is an organism's ability to store, retain, and subsequently retrieve information. It could be the memory of an event, activity, a particular situation or even a whole period of time.

My memories have a close relation with the songs that were popular of the time when my memories were encoded. For a better part of childhood it was Brown girl in the ring and the like of osibisa, courtesy; my dad's collection of cassettes.

Primary school it was one Ek do teen sond from a Madhuri Dixit movie, then some other from other languages, which were introduced to me by way of group dance performances. Being a member of the Dance group was a such great thing to do, practicing during class hours, forcing my mom to write notes for me. Mom was forced to stitch similar costumes for me and my friends, the matching accessories, including hunting for feathers to look like an tribal. Which included rubber LPG stove gas pipes being used as necklaces and bangles.


All this ensured that my mom was hassled enough to announce that I shouldnt be participating in any of these silly things when exams were near, that effectively meant the end of my co-curricular activities. Exceptions were when I would have to stand in for some other person at the last moment, sending my mom into a tizzy again searching for the costumes and trying to alter it.

Secondary school was uneventful other than some dance programs where I decided not to participate. But I was supposed to click photos for one of the participant, where I managed to click all the photos except that of the owner of the cam.

College was uneventful. College fests meant time for library hours, taking offs and general lazing around. I never attended those cultural fest organized during the second week of December in Delhi, the cold winter weather was one reason, the other being the urgency to reach home for the Christmas vacations, where 6 valuable days were lost traveling.

Now when I am helping my cousin to stitch up her dance dress all these memories come rushing back. The dress has to look exactly the same as the others just that the crown and other accessories look a little different. She happens to be the Queen !