LOST IN TRANSLATION

Today, I saw in the deep eyes of one of my friends, the desperate wanting to go back to the teenage days. Rewinding life and living again is a fantasy for many. I saw a movie titled “17 Again”, where the protagonist literally turns 17 again. But as that movie shows, we can never be perfect even if given another chance. I now remember the lines I always hum; it is from the movie ‘3 idiots’.


“Give me some sunshine, Give me some rain, Give me another chance, Want to grow up once again.”

Yes, sometimes we feel we want to go back, become a better human being and come back. Could have gained back the lost love, could have gained more knowledge, could have done it better, and this endless list crowds our present world.

But that feeling is great, is it not? the nostalgia- when we first stepped in to our school, when we could sit on our dad’s lap, the envy which was generated when we see a more good collection as a competition to our philatelic pursuit, the generosity with which we allow the application of mud in our neat school uniforms, our first fountain pen, our first failure in exam, our first infatuation, our first separation of friends (probably in 10th), the first entry to the colourful world of college, our first jeans, first watch, ...

These feelings are so delicate that it is Lost when translated to words.

Even if I could go back I am not sure if it will be as sweet as my first childhood and teenage. I have a life to look forward to, Let me live my youth and all that God has kept for me to the fullest.