When Old Memories Come Knocking

Some memories do not announce themselves.
They do not arrive with fanfare or warning.
They simply walk in—quietly—through an unexpected phone call.

It was one such call that stirred something deep within me.

An old acquaintance of my husband’s rang him up—not for work, not for favour, not for obligation—but simply to ask how he was doing. A former political heavyweight. A minister in his own right once. A man who had seen power, wielded it, and yet, had chosen to remember people for who they were, not what they could offer.

As my husband spoke, memories flooded back.
Not just of the man—but of a time.

I remembered how he had come all the way to Delhi, especially, when my son was born. No cameras. No announcements. No agenda. Just a human being arriving to share joy, to bless a newborn, to stand by a family he valued. That gesture, then, felt natural. Today, it feels almost unreal.

And that is when it struck me—how profoundly the world has changed.

When Values Were the Currency

As the conversation unfolded, he remarked quietly, almost wistfully, “Officers were different then. Values mattered.”

And he was right.

Relationships were built on character, not convenience. People invested in one another because they believed in shared ethics, mutual respect, and a sense of duty larger than self-interest. Mentorship was not a buzzword—it was lived. Senior officers stood by their juniors. They shielded them when needed, corrected them firmly when required, and mentored them with patience and integrity.

Back then, one did not ask, “What can this person do for me?”
One asked, “Who is this person?”

That distinction, subtle as it may sound, made all the difference.

The Simplicity We Mistake for Naivety

We often tell ourselves that adulthood today is harder. That responsibilities have increased. That pressures are more complex.

But the truth is—we were adults then too.

We worked hard. We raised families. We navigated careers, hierarchies, failures, and expectations. Life was never without challenges. What was different was the mindset with which those challenges were faced.

The times were simpler not because problems were fewer, but because values acted as anchors. Etiquette mattered. Tameez mattered. The way you spoke, carried yourself, treated others—these were reflections of your upbringing and education.

Education itself was worn like a medal—not flaunted arrogantly, but carried with quiet pride. It stood for refinement, thoughtfulness, and responsibility. Today, education often seems secondary to shock value, sensationalism, and how cheaply one can garner applause.

Noise has replaced nuance.

From Substance to Spectacle

There was dignity in silence once.
Now silence is mistaken for weakness.

There was respect in restraint.
Now excess is celebrated.

Today, the loudest voice wins. The crudest joke gathers the biggest laughs. The cheapest behaviour earns the most followers. Sensationalism is mistaken for confidence, and decency is often dismissed as outdated or irrelevant.

Values and goodness are still present—but they are recognised far and few between, almost as exceptions rather than the norm. Young minds enter systems already shaped by narratives we struggle to relate to—narratives where success is immediate, shortcuts are justified, and ethics are negotiable.

And that breaks my heart—not because change is bad, but because what we have lost was precious.

What We Took for Granted

We took for granted that people would stand up for what was right—even when it was inconvenient.

We took for granted that seniors would protect juniors, not exploit them.

We took for granted that relationships were not transactional.

We took for granted that dignity was non-negotiable.

Only when these things began to disappear did we realise their worth.

That phone call did not just reconnect two old acquaintances—it opened a window to a world where human connections were deeper, cleaner, and more honest.

The World I Wish I Could Rewind To

If I could rewind time—not to escape responsibilities, but to reclaim decency—I would.

I would step back into a world where kindness was strength, not strategy.
Where integrity was assumed, not advertised.
Where respect was instinctive, not performative.

A world where one could disagree without being disagreeable.
Where authority carried accountability.
Where values were taught by example, not slogans.

I do not wish to undo progress. I wish to restore balance.

To make the weird decent again.
To make the loud thoughtful again.
To make the crude kind again.

Holding On, Even If the World Moves On

Perhaps we cannot go back.
But we can remember.

And in remembering, we can resist becoming numb.

We can still choose to mentor.
Choose to stand by what is right.
Choose to live with grace, even when it is unfashionable.

Because somewhere, someday, another phone call will be made. Another memory will resurface. And someone will remember us—not for what we could offer, but for who we were.

And that, I believe, will always matter.

Even if the world tries to convince us otherwise.

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