It’s ironic how I can relate places to my past memories and have a love-hate relationship with ’em places. My mind never fails to create such perceptions about places, while relating them to memories.
To quickly explain the above; I love the place called Mumbai, where I grew up, despite the fact that it is disgustingly crowded and many localities of that place is annoyingly dirty. I love every memory about that place, which helps me relate that place good to old days of my life.
I love Kerala, which happens to be my native place and even though I have never stayed there for more than a year or two of my entire life till date, I still love that place. This is despite the fact that there is no order there and I end up cursing the traffic. This is also despite the fact that I don’t go well with people at times and I end up getting into arguments with them. I love that place because it never ceases to amaze me with it’s beautiful nature. I always relate Kerala to goodness more than anything because the rains and the nature makes me feel very happy. My parents live in the middle of a naturalistic green place, a picture of this place would make many of you envy my parents and waking up every morning to freshness makes me feel happy, whenever I am there.
One of the places that has been otherwise in my life was Tamil Nadu. I could never relate to or remember anything good that happened in my life during my stay there. Around seven years of my life were spent at this place. The Nilgiris is a district in Tamil Nadu where I spent around three or three and a half years of my academic life. I am related to this place very much, be it a good or a bad relationship, my life was associated with this place once for an extended period of time. I know the place well, I can speak their language and I can relate to things while speaking to the local folks there which makes them feel that yes, I have lived there.
My mind registers the fact that there is much of a bleakness in my above words. My point though, is simple. Irrespective of the place being good or bad, my life has associated it with people and instances which gave it a good or a bad tag. I realize after all these years, this perception of mine was one of the more dim-witted things. Maybe I should go back and see if there are certain things that can change with a time. Maybe I should go back and see, if I can change my perceptions. Maybe I should go back and give this place a second chance. Especially when it comes to traveling, every place deserves a second and a third chance. Unlike people, the likeliness that the character of a place changing with time, is very high whereas people will still preserve their roots. If a person is greedy, chances are that the roots of greed will have grown stronger, deeper and he might most probably be the same.
So I went back to ‘The Nilgiris’ to see if I stand corrected on my whole theory of love-hate relationships. I march back to the past with a person and a ride from the present….
(To be contd…)