jab meray bachpan ke din thay chand meiN perya rehti theeN...

well, I guess Ashfaq Ahmed (may his soul rest in peace) was right after all; a major irony with us - the youth of the nation (that’s right, I still consider myself a part of that very community, hehe)- is that we are so firmly connected with our individual pasts, that we almost dwell in them! That perhaps is good in a way - helps us constantly touch base with our roots - but on the other hand it also hinders us from heading into the future, dosn’t it?
Perhaps I am generalising a tad too much from my personal experience, but it seems that each smell is glued to something from the past, each sight renders me retrospective, each happening carries a feeling of deja-vu! I don’t know whether it is just another human trait, all that glorious-gloden-past-psychology-blabber, or is it something specific to us. It may have something to do with this aura of unpredictability surrounding our lives; and by lives I mean the lives of us third world people, whose only major goal in life, by and large, is just to live through the rest of it! We live by the days if not hours, our vision is blinded by this uncertainty that has gotten engraved deeply into our peyches. Consequently, all that we could do is to drive pleasure by looking back at the past- which itself was perhaps not as ecstatic when it was a present, as it appears in reminiscence - instead of looking ahead into the future; keeping hopes high, crossing our fingers for days reverted; not a way in which destiny plays, but fighting against destiny is indeed the best among human traits - and it’s about time we invoked that within ourselves in its entirity.

as i quoted elsewhere before...
aik ye din jab apnoN ne bhi hum se naata tauR liya
aik wo din jub peiR ki shaakheiN bojh hamara sehti theeN