Pritam's Blog
I Still Like Pink
Being absolutely jobless at home, I was going through my old stuffs and among many other things from my childhood, I found two slam books - the first one from 2000-2001. We were 10-11 years old then.
Walking down the memory lane seemed like a good idea and so I started reading it… What amazed me was that most of my male friends hadn’t hesitated to write their favourite color as Pink - a color many of us would now say to be a ‘gay’ color or a ‘girly’ color. Our minds were still not corrupted by nonsensical beliefs of our society. And I started missing this innocence in us… As we grew up, this innocence vanished, not that all of us gave up our ignorance though… Instead, an inexplicable cynicism engulfed most of us, the extent of which varied from person to person, based on what we were made to believe and that was one of the reasons why many of us drifted apart. Our priorities have changed.
Anyway, the other thing worth mentioning is that none of my friends are now doing a job that they had wanted to do then… Their ’ambition’s were to become computer consultants, fashion designer, sailor, actor, singer, witch hunter and the likes. Well, kids are like that. They watch ’Border’ and decide to join the Indian Army… Next day they watch ‘Superman’ and their ambition changes. But what’s disappointing is that every single person ended up becoming a doctor or an engineer (that includes me too).
The second slam book was filled up during our last two years in school. Some of us had now decided to be doctors or engineers. Most of us were still clueless though… The pages were filled up with promises and ‘you are my best friend’ quotes. We were a small class and so everybody was everybody’s best friend. There wasn’t any ‘group baazi’.
Turning over the pages, I stumbled upon my then ‘dream girl’s’ page (That’s the term we used back in those days, thanks to that old Hindi song).
I still remember how I used to stare at that page, especially that one sentence under ‘Lines for you’ : “You’re a sweet heart…”, she had written… I would stare at it for hours and day dream…I was so melodramatic. But who wasn’t?
She was, probably, loved by every single guy from our school (and that’s not her fault). Nobody accepted it back in those days but we, friends knew about it and it was sort of competition for us-a competition no one won.
Yes, fortunately none of us got her. She didn’t even give the minimum of vibes to anyone :D Probably that’s why we are still friends…almost all of us- a bunch of losers :D
The phone beeped, it’s a message from Pallabi… I came back to the present. Did I feel guilty that I was thinking about my first love? Not at all.
For it was my first love who had introduced me to Pallabi- the most beautiful girl in my life…
P.S.: I still like Pink.