Everything has to have its first time. I mean all of us have certain memorable and regrettable first times. The first friend you ever made, your first crush, the first time u topped a class, the first time you let your loved ones down, the first time you had your heart broken and thought it would never heal. It can’t be helped, we aren’t perfect and hence life dictates that we have to go through these phases. But what is the special endearing thing about first times? Other than the obvious fact that they are the first, what makes them so different? So cherished whether the issue is currently pertinent or not.
We make several friends after the first, some probably even closer, but we will always remember and treasure those times with the first, whether the person is still in our life or not, the memories warm our hearts. I remember my first friend was Siva, best friends till 10th and I still do my best to keep in touch although our entirely separate current lives make it hard on either of us. Its more than just the person, it’s the prized feeling of such memories that u cannot let go. So much so that sometimes you hang on to something just to keep the past as picture perfect as it was. It’s a fast world today, everywhere you go the heated debates about falling family values and the rising modernization of the youthful minds are on. How is this pertinent to first times is a valid question at this point. It is because what the debaters’ find as a lack of respect towards our culture is a norm for the youth and a first time for them. I make this point because we hardly understand an elderly point of view; mostly it is mild suppression, high respect or just plain admiration that makes us follow their lead.
There is much knowledge to be gained from our priority of our first times, what is more important to us “The first juice we ever drank or the first juice we ever spilled?” speaks volumes about us. Similarly pleasant first times don’t leave much to be desired in our treatment of them, I am sure everybody has the ability to enjoy the pleasurable moments to the maximum. But what of the unpleasant ones, memories that will haunt us, of things that have been and will be. Of all the people that came and went, of the lies we said, that very first time we failed at something. There have been so many first times in the recent past that weigh down on me, just as many as they have been that uplift my spirits, only trouble is the good ones keep me company when in company and the sad ones are silent companions of my solitude.
It’s not so hard to grow a cold heart and be oblivious to the misfortunes of your past and their consequences for yourself and for others, but it is hard to preserve your own sensitivity and endure it knowing full well that the punishment is most probably disproportionate to the crime and is most definitely self inflicted. Other memories don’t keep me so occupied, they just come and go as flashes related to my firsts, or in passing in conversations. There is also another strangeness to these ‘stronger’ memories, they can make you laugh when you’d rather cry and flood your eyes with tears when all you want is to laugh. If you have ever met that long lost friend and all u felt was happiness and yet…….. or passed a once close friend in the corridor and left him with nothing but a passing ‘hi’ you will know what I have been trying to say :) .
We make several friends after the first, some probably even closer, but we will always remember and treasure those times with the first, whether the person is still in our life or not, the memories warm our hearts. I remember my first friend was Siva, best friends till 10th and I still do my best to keep in touch although our entirely separate current lives make it hard on either of us. Its more than just the person, it’s the prized feeling of such memories that u cannot let go. So much so that sometimes you hang on to something just to keep the past as picture perfect as it was. It’s a fast world today, everywhere you go the heated debates about falling family values and the rising modernization of the youthful minds are on. How is this pertinent to first times is a valid question at this point. It is because what the debaters’ find as a lack of respect towards our culture is a norm for the youth and a first time for them. I make this point because we hardly understand an elderly point of view; mostly it is mild suppression, high respect or just plain admiration that makes us follow their lead.
There is much knowledge to be gained from our priority of our first times, what is more important to us “The first juice we ever drank or the first juice we ever spilled?” speaks volumes about us. Similarly pleasant first times don’t leave much to be desired in our treatment of them, I am sure everybody has the ability to enjoy the pleasurable moments to the maximum. But what of the unpleasant ones, memories that will haunt us, of things that have been and will be. Of all the people that came and went, of the lies we said, that very first time we failed at something. There have been so many first times in the recent past that weigh down on me, just as many as they have been that uplift my spirits, only trouble is the good ones keep me company when in company and the sad ones are silent companions of my solitude.
It’s not so hard to grow a cold heart and be oblivious to the misfortunes of your past and their consequences for yourself and for others, but it is hard to preserve your own sensitivity and endure it knowing full well that the punishment is most probably disproportionate to the crime and is most definitely self inflicted. Other memories don’t keep me so occupied, they just come and go as flashes related to my firsts, or in passing in conversations. There is also another strangeness to these ‘stronger’ memories, they can make you laugh when you’d rather cry and flood your eyes with tears when all you want is to laugh. If you have ever met that long lost friend and all u felt was happiness and yet…….. or passed a once close friend in the corridor and left him with nothing but a passing ‘hi’ you will know what I have been trying to say :) .
