Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be

I always liked stories. I always looked for stories in my life and in life around me. And I am a big fan of nostalgia.

When friends meet up the best moments are when we browse through the chapters of our memory and there is a flow of funny and interesting stories. Often with a sweet surpise we realize there was more to the stories than what we knew. Many of these moments were probably not so funny then. It is sad to feel that we would have already forgotten a lot of those funny or sadistically funny things about life.

It is fascinating to know how much this world has changed. Not those big changes that become history, but small changes that go unnoticed. I loved the old time stories my dad and mom told me as a kid. I liked the old time stories my brother told me. Then in school and college I liked the stories that seniors told me. It is sad that as our worn out brain forgets or even worse when old bones go to the graveyard we loose all those stories and memories.

And so I liked the very idea of a site for Nostalgia. Actually it’s a site on the way things were. It is fun. Check it out.

Link: The Way Things Where

It would be greater fun if we could make up some kind of a book or a website about all those fun moments from school and college and life there after that I could read and enjoy.

I also like the comment that came along “Nostalgia isn’t what it used to be”

loVe In the Time of Recession

It was the second time that I had the chance to read “loVe in the time of Cholera”. First time few years back, I rejected the book because of the name. I felt it had nothing for me. Then this time my room mate brought it. After hearing the abstract of this book after he had read it, both of us wondered how important Cholera was in this book. But after completing I am convinced Cholera is really important part of the story. So some of my favorite lines.

But his examination revealed that he had no fever, no pain anywhere, and that his only concrete feeling was urgent desire to die. All that was needed was shrewd questioning, first of the patient and then of his mother, to conclude once again that the symptoms of love were the same as those of cholera.

“The only disease my son ever had was cholera” She had confused cholera with love.

Few more

One night she came back from her daily walk stunned by the revelation that one could be happy not only without love, but despite it.

His professor of children’s clinical medicine had recommended pediatrics as the most honest specialization, because children became sick only when in fact they are sick, and they cannot communicate with the physicians using conventional words but only with concrete symptoms of real disease. After a certain age, however, adults either had the symptoms without the disease or, what was worse, serious diseases with the symptoms of minor one.

Amazing advice on accepting love proposal.

“Tell him yes” she said. “Even if you are dying of fear, even if you are sorry later, because whatever you do, you will be sorry all the rest of your life if you say no.”

At last at least one on real love

Only regret I will have in dying is if it is not for love

Next on my to read list is “hundred years of solitude” :D