Dhanmondi, Dhaka, Bangladesh
I simply couldn't have dreamed of a better ending to 2010.... it all brought back those memories....
I spent twelve of my most enjoyable years at that place..... that place is still there, but what happened?...... we all grew out of our small dreams.... and the place no longer has that human touch, which kept it so close to our heart.... it was almost as if we could even take the place everywhere with us if we could.... but whats the place without that human touch?...... the place found its home in our heart because of the people who surrounded us..... the place was nothing without the people..... I simply can't understate the importance of those years with those people.... I can't forget the past that formed me to be the man I am today.... and finding myself among those people after years was a dream come true....
we have had such get-together before, but none was of this scale.... we still missed some buddies who couldn't join.... the g2g was especially rare because of Andalib, Shouvik, Romel and Saikat, who crossed oceans to be here at year-end.... we have all changed in our own way, and discovering that change was a fun itself.... it was almost as if we were looking at mirrors; only discovering our own changes in the faces of others..... fascinating!!
it was truly nostalgic going to that place once again..... we had a great lunch together, but visiting our old place of living was something..... lotsa things have remained the same; there are still seven building and seventy families; the buldings still sport the cozy names that we once used in our addresses..... but many things did change, most notably, the people.... the playing field isn't the same today.... neglected; almost forgotten..... the mark of time is on the cricket pitch, that used to be our day-home for the winter months... the current dwellers wondered at us, but none called us to know who we were.... perhaps they could guess.....
our generation of children roamed the playing fields and made full use of them.... there had been so many types of games and tournaments; we could hardly notice something like that going on right now..... the days of glory left with the people, as it seems..... but we were able to discover some cricket gear, which still reminded that perhaps some of them didn't forget the game altogether.... we had our short stint with the bat and ball; again discovering how unfit we have become for such activities..... we could also borrow some badminton rackets and do our bit on the court..... evening badminton is still there, but be not with the charm that used to surround us..... anyway, that charm is long gone; only charming memories remain....
we posed in front of the camera and filled the memory cards..... "memory" cards.... yup.... those surely are memories.... a bagfull of them.... the people who called those cards "memory" cards must've thought about this at least once.... :P
