You know how there is that one thing in your life, just an ordinary object that reminds you of your whole life. It holds so many memories that your whole life is associated with it and you think that it is the symbol that represents you and your life.
My thing is obviously a book. But its not just any book. Its the book. It is just a writing book that teaches you how to write in cursive. We have had that forever. It holds a very honourable place in my cupboard so whenever I look at it, all the memories associated with it flood my mind. My mom had always believed that cursive writing is the right or main writing of English. Like it represents English. So, me and my brothers were taught cursive and their were very strict rules about writing anything in simple hand writing. As far as I remember I didn’t even know how to write in other than cursive, till like 9th grade. Even now when I write in simple writing, my mom gives me her ‘I do not approve of this’ look and she goes all like, I cannot believe I taught you cursive and you are writing this. I still remember the first time I wrote in simple font in front of her, she was like, what happened to your writing ? Like she has discovered that I have cancer or something and I felt like I just robbed a bank.
Growing up I always got tons of remarks on my writing and everyone wanted to write like me. I basically used to get Marvellous on my notebooks because of my writing. I remember, before moving to Qatar, there was this National Level Writing Competition in which the style of our writings were suppose to be evaluated and I obviously took part but I knew I won’t win because there was this other student who was really good and her writing was simple. Last day in my school, I am handed an envelope and I open it to find that I had won that competition. Thing was everybody had told me that I won’t win because I was leaving school and all but I did end up winning and I loved every minute of it.
Its pages are yellow and worn out from age but it just holds that many more memories. Whenever I look at, its like looking back at my childhood. You see now whenever I write something and I get compliments on my articles I think of that book. Because that is the book which had a role in making me who I am today. There is only one thing in my life that I am sure of more than anything and that is my writing. That yes, I have the ability to put my thoughts into words and maybe bring the words to magic. So in future when my first book will come out and I will sign it, I will think of this book. My first book that made me.
I hope that one day I can pass it on to the coming generations of my family and someday it will create another person like it made me. Its one of those things who are always special to you and are near your heart.
Around the corner I have a friend,
In this great city that has no end,
Yet the days go by and weeks rush on,
And before I know it, a year is gone.
And I never see my old friends face,
For life is a swift and terrible race,
He knows I like him just as well,
As in the days when I rang his bell.
And he rang mine but we were younger then,
And now we are busy, tired men,
Tired of playing a foolish game,
Tired of trying to make a name.
“Tomorrow” I say! “I will call on Jim
Just to show that I’m thinking of him”,
But tomorrow comes and tomorrow goes,
And distance between us grows and grows.
Around the corner, yet miles away,
“Here’s a telegram sir,” “Jim died today.”
And that’s what we get and deserve in the end.
Around the corner, a vanished friend.
-Charles Hanson Towne
I was cleaning my cupboard and going through all the old stuff. There were so many things. My reading list of 2011 stared back at me with all its glory because it has the names of 103 books written on it. There was the wrapping paper that Ghina gave me my B’day present in. There was this paper where me and Nadi had drawn Mosqui Teeba. There were papers on which my friends had written quotes or just random words that I never threw out. Rough draft of the first ever poem that I wrote. A page from my mom’s diary. My old speeches. Pictures of a few of my friends. My 9th grade roll no slip. The ice cream stick with “like us on facebook” written on it. The candy stick from last years food festival that I never ate. Picture of my best friends sister who looks like a little cute boy in it. And some other random bits and pieces of different things.b
Sometimes I have difficulty in processing the fact that I am 17. Life has passed by really quickly. And it still is going by like its racing with the best car in town and it wants to win on any cost. Sometimes I want life to stop and take a pause. Let me get my bearings and fully understand what I am doing. But life does not stop for anyone. Its like a train with no destination. And you are on it.
I love making memories. I want to live my life to the fullest. So that when I am old and whiter haired, I would have tons of pictures and stories related to them to tell the people around me. I could say that yes, I have done everything I ever wanted.
I think that when you look back at your life, you realise what you were and what you have become. You understand the things that you did and that you shouldn’t do again. The mistakes you made, the triumphs you celebrated. The loser you were, the winner you became. The kid you were and the adult that life made you. The pain that brought tears to your eyes and the joys that brought a smile to your pretty face. What people thought you were but what you really became. Weakling is what they called you, fighter is what you proved yourself to be. Times when you had no money to buy an ice cream, times when you spent hundreds of dollars on one pair of shoes. Times when no one stood by you, times when you made everyone stand by you. Times when you fell down, times when you picked yourself up again. Times when you failed, times when you succeeded. Times when death faced you, times when life engulfed you. Simply all times.
I look back at my life from time to time and I learn a lot of things from reflecting back at it. It has been an awesome journey so far and I hope that it will be more awesome in the future. It is good to look at all your old memories and look at the person you were. Memories have always been very important to me and they always will be. This is what life is about. Just living it one day at a time and not forgetting who you are.
Words. They are one of those things that needs to be taken care of. And needs to be used very carefully. Action does not hurts as much as words do. You hit someone, they hit you back. End of story. But sometimes a single word can destroy you. It can cause you more pain than a tumor or a heart attack. So when people say think before you speak. They are right. It is the best advice ever. But very hard to follow. Because at time we say things we don’t mean. Or things just slip our tongues. As much as we would like to take it all back, the damage has already been done.
I have always gotten in trouble due to my tongue and the fact that I never think before saying anything. Whether it is school or friends, I have damaged a lot of things because of these same words. But I think that I do try to make amends and I have learnt that is better to evaluate what you are going to say before then listen to ten hours of a lecture and then spend ten more hours to make up with a friend. Because I say things I don’t mean and the other person does not know that. So they end up assuming things that I never meant and thinking of it very seriously whereas I would not have given it a second thought.
Like Napoleon said;
“Think twice before you speak, because your words and influence will plant the seed of either success or failure in the mind of another.”
Just remember, once words have left your tongue, they cannot be taken back. It is said that two things cannot be taken back. One is words when they leave the tongue of a person and the other is arrow when it leaves a bow.
You see like an arrow, it will take you just a minute to target and shoot but the wound created by it will take weeks or days depending on where and how hard it hit. Saying things is very easy but the mess created by it is very hard to clean. And sometimes it just cannot be cleaned.
My mother always says that a person looks best till he or she speaks. After that, either they will continue looking best or will look their worst. So how you speak and what you speak is what defines who you are. It makes up your personality and whatever you say will tell the other person what you are made up of. Judgement is based on the way people speak. Its like if someone has an accent, you know whether they are from a town or a village. Similarly, what you speak will tell the other person whether you belong to a good family or not.
At the end of the day, words matter a lot. How they should be spoken, when they should be spoken and what should be spoken. Think before you speak because it comes down to this.