Irreversibility...

If you are highly expectant of this post, I am sorry this is not about thermodynamics. Recently, I have discovered a new enemy - nostalgia. And, it happens to be quite bad ass (Somehow, I love this word and I finally found a reason to use it). The reason being, it strikes me when I least expect it to. More often than not, when I am alone and defenseless. Probably, because I refrain from indulging myself in undergrad-style 'daru parties' where blabbering idiots start off discussing their golden times of the past and end up making phone calls to the absentees of the erstwhile friend groups, and finally topping it off with a session of blackout and/or puke. Okay! At least I am over such things in the past.

Getting back to the topic, for a long time I avoided this enemy because my present kept me busy enough not to revisit the past, and of course, I have not really succeeded in planning my future beyond the next meal. Now, that I have plenty of free time, thanks to my breakthrough research activity, I get to encounter this unwelcome guest often. Nevertheless, when I am reminded of good times at school, with family and while in college, it is sometimes suffocating to realize, yet again, that time is irreversible. Despite making successful attempts to relive those days by means of reunions, you still always know that it is either for better or worse, but never the same.

Many may like to go back, start all over, and tweak happenings to chart a new future of the past. For me, I would be more than just content to live the same life all over again, exactly as it was (Alright! may be just a handful of instances need alteration). After all, the sum total of happenings in my life has led to my present, which by all measures is nothing I can complain about. Phew! All of the above sounded so nostalgic, so not-like-me. I close this post by patting my back at successfully completing a new post within an incredibly short gap. Thanks to all those readers who encourage me write more often.