Being a Living Time Capsule: My Brush with History

 

 

Hey there, lovely readers! 🌼

Shabana Mukhtar is back with today’s jetpack daily prompt #2099: What major historical events do you remember?

Ah, the daily prompt wants to know about the major historical events that have left a mark on this witty and slightly sarcastic blogger. Well, isn’t this a stroll down memory lane?

COVID-19: The Uninvited Guest

First up, we have the granddaddy of them all – COVID-19. It’s like the world decided to throw a party, but instead of balloons, it was confetti of masks, sanitizers, and a whole lot of uncertainty. We all got front-row seats to the show as the world did a collective “Shhh, we’re closed” sign. The big, bad pandemic that brought us Zoom calls, DIY bread-making, and an unhealthy obsession with the daily news updates. This, my friends, is a major historical event in the making. Just imagine, years from now, telling the next generation how we survived the Great Toilet Paper Crisis of 2020.

Babri Masjid Demolition: A Blast from the Past

Now, let’s hop into the time machine and go back to 1992 when the nation collectively held its breath. That’s right, the Babri Masjid demolition. It was like watching a real-life blockbuster, but instead of popcorn, we had fear and tension. The country was on edge, curfews were imposed, and everyone suddenly became an expert in politics. It was one of those moments when you realized that history isn’t something you read in dusty textbooks; it’s something you live through. So, yeah, I was there when history knocked on the door.

Curfews, Time Warps, and the Odd Ways History Repeats Itself

Come to think of it. After Babri Masjid demolition, it was the first curfew that I had witnessed. And COVID-19 curfews reminded me of 1992. Weird how history works, huh? I guess

Now, let’s dive a bit deeper into the curfew tales, because, as it turns out, history has a funny way of echoing itself.

Babri Masjid and the 1992 Curfew

After the dramatic demolition of the Babri Masjid, our neighborhoods suddenly transformed into ghost towns. It was like the world hit the pause button, and we were stuck in a surreal, silent movie. Curfews were imposed, and the streets that were once bustling with life were now eerily quiet. It was the first time I had ever witnessed a curfew, and it felt like a glimpse into a dystopian future.

COVID-19 and the Curfews of 2020

Fast forward to 2020, and it was déjà vu all over again. The COVID-19 pandemic had us under curfew once more. The streets that had seen the hustle and bustle of daily life suddenly became deserted. It was like history was replaying an old record. The only difference was that this time, instead of political tension, it was a microscopic virus that had us all in its grip.

Parting Thoughts

These events, my dear readers, aren’t just stories; they’re experiences. They’re the moments that make us feel like living time capsules, carrying a piece of history with us. These are the events that shape the world and the sarcastic bloggers like me try to add a touch of wit to the narrative. And as we keep living, we’re sure to collect a few more historic notches on our belts.

It’s remarkable how history has a way of circling back, how the echoes of the past resonate in the present. The curfews of 2020 brought back memories of those tense days in 1992, and it made me realize that while times change, the patterns often remain the same.

So, here’s to history’s odd sense of humor, to the way it weaves through time, and to the way we find ourselves living in the same script, albeit with a different cast of characters. From Babri Masjid to COVID-19, curfews have been a strange connecting thread in my journey through history, and who knows what other surprises history has in store for us?

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