regard to the mail

Today I got a mail about the best moments in life. They were very generic but they touched you. They were things like laughing till your stomach hurt and listening to the rain etc.

It made me think of the moments I will never forget. Good. Bad.

I remember my first kiss. He was Parsi and I thought i would marry him. It was on the first floor of a building I had tuitions in. It was just a peck, nothing major at all. But I knew that I liked it. And I knew I would probably do it again.

I remember when my grandma died. It was during my second year junior college final exams, I had a history paper. My sisters and I were woken up at about 3am. My dad told me not to come to the house; he said maybe I should revise instead. I didn’t do either. I wrote in my diary instead. When I went to college I had this weird look on my face, and my then best friend looked straight at me and asked me 'who died?'

I remember a night I had at a girlfriend’s house. We sat up all night next to her kitchen window, with red wine and pizza and we laughed so hard I could not feel my face in the morning.

I remember then night when my girlfriends from college got together in one of our houses, and the five of us went on the internet to check out a porn site. I can’t be sure but I think it was called megapenises.com or something equally disgusting. All of us were staring so intently at the screen that when the mighty penis picture loaded we were so disgusted we cancelled dinner plans.

I remember my first kiss in the rain.

I remember sitting in front of my computer with lyrics to “Picture” by Sheryl Crowe and Kid rock singing a duet loudly with my guy.

I remember sitting in my college foyer and rating chicks with two of the horniest boys in my college. It was a lesson well learnt. And time well spent.

I remember my 23rd birthday. The after party. The bubblewrap. The music. Two months. Ford cars. Allies. Parties. Boatclub. 2004.

I remember kissing in the corridor.

I remember my prom. I went in a black gown and for the most part they played hard core rock. So I watched my date head bang with a girl who was wearing jeans, a girl he eventually dated for almost 3 years after.

I remember the day I heard that Sammy was in the hospital. I couldn’t stop shaking. I still don’t believe it. And I still wish it never happened.

I remember a Valentines Day when me and the girls went out together and decided to boycott everything romantic and mushy because we were single.

I remember a Valentines Day that was a disaster because me and my boy couldn’t find a single place to eat. So we had Chinese takeout on the floor of my house in the midst of boxes, cause we were moving.

I remember the 26th rains. I put in my papers that day, and ironically I had to stay in the Leo office for about 28 hours after that.

I remember my first day in Leo Burnett. And my last day.

I remember the ritual I had with my time-table after every exam. Which involved a ceremonious tearing and burning and a hope that I would never have to write another paper.. This may have gone on for about 11 years. I miss it.