So what needs to be understood is that I have a memory which keeps registering things in such a manner. But again, if we take a relative case, I had a neighbour who was the real Subodh. She would remember all my friends’ parents’ birthdays and anniversaries. You just needed to mention once in passing that there’s some occasion in the family.
In the hope that I have diluted the measure of my weirdness, I can now start talking about the self.
I remember my 10th birthday scene by scene. I know what I wore, I know that a cheap neighbour of mine took my fountain Pepsi from me for his son, and what I had for lunch with two of my cousins.
I remember the date when I first talked to the first guy I liked. November 29, ’99.
Also, the date when we started so-called dating. December 26, 2000.
The last time I talked to him too – April 4, ’07.
The first, second, third and a couple more dates’ dates with the last ex. Also the clothes that I wore on each one of them, and the places that we ate at.
The first time I talked to Harry, the one who introduced me to Shady. April 29, ’04.
I was introduced to Shady on October 18, ’07. Loads of dates registered post that one too. 🙂
The last day of college. Again, scene by scene. I’ll come back to this one.
Earlier I remembered way too many birthdays too. Consciously decided to conveniently forget some of them.
Oh, the only time I bunked school as well. Since I was an amateur, I didn’t know that you’re supposed to not wear your tie and badges and so on. For the ones who are as uninitiated as I was, that is done so that no one can make out which school you are from. So my friends almost took my case when they found me waiting in our secret place dressed as if I was ready for the morning assembly.
Before carrying on further, I have to say that it is actually nothing weird. How can people not remember significant days and incidents? Whatever I have listed so far, I am glad I remember all of it. Yes, some more inconsequential things too. But so what? It’s cool.
What brings more fun to this whole thing is people who get irritated by it. So all I need to do is reiterate the past if I have to get back at someone bugging me. God, those expressions are priceless! For instance, about that last day at college. Recently, Shady and I were at the McD’s in Saket. Out of nowhere I told him that on the last day of college, Neha, Harry and I used the loo there, but none of us ate there. Also that it was extremely hot that day. Now I didn’t realise for a while that he was checking to what extent I could go. So he asked me where we actually ate. Told him it was Subway. Then he asked me the date; told him it was the 24th of May. Then he asked what I was wearing; my red and blue tee. What earrings I was wearing; the standard hoops. Who all came; gave the names. Which movie we watched; wo bhi bata diya. With details – six of us wanted to sit together while there weren’t enough seats, so they fit themselves in 4 or 5 seats. While the other 3 of us kept wondering till the interval where the rest of them were. Anyway. Then I was asked what Neha was wearing. I told him that she was wearing a pink and green salwar kameez. That is when I realised what had just happened. Because he asked me what Tarun was wearing and I could not remember. Not my fault – he wears boring clothes and he wasn’t around for a good part of the outing.
So even though it was funny, I felt bad that I lost the game because of that stupid boy. 😀
Anyway. The whole point to be taken home is that you should remember stuff. You’re living a life that is several years old, and you barely remember a handful of days that you have lived. Isn’t it sad? Yes, that is sad, and not my compulsive habit. Thank you very much. 🙂
PS – If the title makes you feel that a IInd standard kid has written an essay, it’s ok. I felt the same.