ಒಂದೋ..
ಎರಡೋ.. ಮೂರೋ.. ನಾಲ್ಕೋ…
ಒಂದೋ..
ಎರಡೋ.. ಮೂರೋ.. ನಾಲ್ಕೋ….
Waving a goodbye to my
favorite moppet i could still overhear her rhythmic echo behind. The method to
my madness bug inside caught me to structure this random thought to my whole
nine yard experience. As I plunged into dwelling upon my 1st timings
the reel of life began to run, I had to pause it..!! I had to pause it thinking
how every 1st moment, every 1st incident, every 1st
thing is lumped together with 1st person.. knowingly or unknown to
themselves HE/SHE leave their mark behind..
Remember..
Amma, Mummy or Maa,, Guess
most of us announced to the whole world, “Yes! We can speak too” with same word,
it was not just a simple phrase for us, it was lot more than that, it was that
1st person we ever got attached, that’s the Mother, The 1st
person behind our 1st slate, 1st chalk piece, 1st
ever book or schoolbag or any random thing we ever wanted then and it was Father.
That brother, who 1st time taught how to hold a pen to how to handle
that a heartbreak, that sister from whom we learnt how to peddle a cycle and
those cousins who 1st shared our thoughts our play area, those neighbor
friends from we learnt to play galli Cricket, to build a castle with or how to
wrangle around,
That 1st
stranger whose hand we held and walked into was the our Kinder garden Ayaa, or
that 1st teacher who was patient enough to deal with our annoying
tantrums, that neighbor uncle who tapped our back on our stupider diagram or
that 1st beautiful lady we admired
across the streets, that friend who shared a bench with for the 1st
time would never knew he would be endless number of times will be the 1st timer
for us..
those 1st few to be official gangsta friends or that volleyball coach who 1st
perused how to hold a ball, that aunt behind our 1st cooking
experience (well I can’t assure she did a good job :P) that 1st computer trainer who took us to world of Internet or that 1st group mate who stayed late after
collage to make the 1st ever presentation next day, or that maternal
uncle with whom we learnt how to get hands on that Dream BIKE, that 1st
cute guy/gal who smiled at You.. that 1st one for whose dimples made
your heart beat bit in a blues, that 1st person you penned down your
feelings for or that 1st thurky friend who made you to do so,
that group of a guys you got into 1st ever fight (now looking back
and laughing, how silly was that) .. that 1st few friends you had a
night out with or that buddy you raised 1st beer
with, the 1st senior to tell you “Its OK to have a backlog” and that
1st Junior girl who came to campus gymnasium looking for You, (* This was more or less like winning a NOBLE *) that 1st
ever friend to send orkut’s request, 1st one to follow you on twitter
and insta or the 1st quoran who upvoted your 1st
ever answer..
Those 1st
colleagues to become a team with and that 1st people you shared your
“Employee of the Month” treat, that 1st girl you saw on matrimony
site (Man mein laddu footey..!!) that 1st time your finger clenched in your Baby gals hand..
Wooo,, As I recall , all i
know those 1st ones who make “life little out of ordinary..”
PS: Breathing space with a thought
for how many out there I have been that 1st ONE.. :)
the Backround music goes as..
ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲಾ ಸರಸ.. ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲಾ ವಿರಸ..
ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲು ತಂದ ಸಂಭ್ರಮದ್ ಕಾಣಿಕೆ........
(movie : Amruthadhaare)
the Backround music goes as..
ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲಾ ಸರಸ.. ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲಾ ವಿರಸ..
ನೆನಪಿದೆಯೇ ಮೊದಲು ತಂದ ಸಂಭ್ರಮದ್ ಕಾಣಿಕೆ........
(movie : Amruthadhaare)
