A is for Anachronism – Misplaced in time?
It’s a pre-Easter morning that radiates the love and warmth of a receding spring. A pleasant breeze stretches out its lazy arms and wraps me in a warm embrace. I start my day with joy seeping into every fibre of my being. A mynah on our balcony chatters, announcing a promising day. One that spells anachronism, though seemingly misplaced in time…
We are coming together in mirth and merriment. A bunch of kindergarten friends from yester years. Twenty one of us. The anachronistic hands of the clock will tarry backwards and transport us all back in time.
Anachronism is justified as a means of bringing the past to life. And we do just that in an anachronistic uniformity of sorts. Barring distances, differences, time zones, personal commitments; we the Class of 1990 come together to relive our heydays.
We revive those fascinating moments from our growing up years, when we came to terms with leaving the cosy comfort of our secure homes, to spend hours in a place that was new and alien to us, where we by some sheer stroke of luck also found love and solace in each others company, when slowly but surely we learnt to take simple, small, sometimes unsure steps into this world that was a canvas for us to paint. We fought, we teased, we made up, we teemed up, we kept evolving with each other, and as we grew we discovered our hearts also fluttered for that special one. Our teachers, we learnt to love and despise; all at the same time.
And as we come together this weekend; laughing and conversing endlessly, without a care in the world; all the duress of our mid-life burdens are put on hold. We manage to experience an anachronism of sorts, where we travel back in time, framing those moments in our minds eye. All that matters on this decadent afternoon is that it misplaces us in time, as we experience the joys of the days of yore and now. These we recreate, relive, refurbish and relish time and again, when we the Class of 1990 come together.
Together we continue to treasure these memories of a beautiful time just gone by, as it will remain etched in the anachronisms of our hearts. This, till we spin new memories together and get misplaced by the beguiling charm of the time gone by.