...a fragment of my childhood imaginations, SAPiZNATiON...
A nation where everything went my way. It used to be my own, very private paradise. I used to sit alone for long hours, adding & editing the different rules of this place. Priorities kept changing. Started off with No Schools (…guess that rule remained), but lots of lunch-breaks. Lots of puppies as pets, because I was not allowed to have one. In fact, I kept a puppy for three months, before it was eaten by my Khasi friend, whom I paid well to take care of that small angel, while I was away on a vacation with my parents to my granny’s place in Silchar, a small town in Assam. I guess the temptation was too much to resist. Even I couldn’t resist my temptation to break his balls, after I returned. I haven’t mentioned but I’m from Shillong (we call it the Scotland of the east), the capital of Meghalaya. I was born there & I grew up in this beautiful land in the laps of the green-mountains.
Cricket was compulsory for all in SAPiZNATiON, and no one objected to breaking windowpanes. For each broken pane, the neighbors gave a big chocolate bar to the person responsible. Slowly fag, music & girls also started contributing to the picture. In my nation I could come home immediately after smoking (which I started pretty early...class 4 if I remember correctly), without even needing any mint to cover the odor. Girls were sober, they didn’t scream and they didn’t irritate. I was sick of seeing those crazy girls around my home & school, so this rule was unavoidable. Everyone loved rock n’ roll in SAPiZNATiON. Even the church & our morning school assembly contained of choir versions of my favorite rock numbers of pink floyd, the beatles, metallica, megadeth & even limpbizkit. I remember imagining californication & rollin’ in choirs.
...and in my SAPiZNATiON, I never had to leave my friends, my school, my cousins......my town, my Shillong.
Priorities did change after all. SAPiZNATiON kept fading out after I was forced to leave Shillong (...my dad got transferred to Barrackpore). It almost disappeared from my mind within days in the new place & school, & among new friends. A year back, I found my super-secret diary from those days. It contained all kinds of crap, mainly doodles & symbols of bands & skulls & cross-bones, sketches of my pals, puppy (may god rest his digested soul) & a few really absurd songs that I wrote (which included a Hindi translation of ‘Nothing Else Matters’, & an English translation of ‘Ek Ajnabi Hasina Se’, which my friend, Avinash & I wrote after our Class X board examination). The memories related to SAPiZNATiON kept coming back since then. And it keeps coming out whenever I’m alone, whenever I feel screwed-up, whenever things wouldn’t go my way. Maybe I’m not as imaginative now, as I was before. Previously I just needed to make some amendments to my nation & I would feel that my problems are all gone. Now I don’t have that option, but it does provide me with a visual, almost movie experience to how exactly I should approach (...it turns out to be bogus thou, almost always), and that’s why I’d like to keep a blog of all the weird things that I go through, it may not be much philosophical...but well...let’s see!
Welcome to SAPiZNATiON !
17:46 11-01-2010
[ what's ds krap al 'bout??? cant blve i evr wrote such non-crafty lies to start somethin.. !! sheesh! ] :o
