the blog below just made me go back to my sweet/bitter childhood memory.
theblog can be found out at:http://o3.indiatimes.com/blah_blah_blah/
Indeed, the present is so tense and the past seems oh so perfect. Sometimes you just dont want to move on, sometimes you just dont want to let go of time. How we wish we could turn back time. If only. But Life they say is a one way journey. So be it. Living it and Loving it. Do we have a choice?
When I was a small child I always used to wonder, “When the hell am I going to grow up? Being a grown up is so cool. No more tension of completing the homework, no more learning those awful math tables, no more worrying about the verbs and nouns and tenses, no more being afraid of mam and the house master.”
Then came the final year of school. Now the thinking had changed a bit. “Yess! Just one more year. One more year of this jail called school. One more year of homeworks, nagging teachers, stupid project work. Then college. Freedom. Girls. New clothes everyday. Yippee!!”
Finally the school days were coming to an end. Then came the School Farewell Dinner Party. Officially the Last Day of school. The day me and all my friends were waiting for.
Why then were my eyes moist?
Why then was I feeling as if this year had passed through pretty fast?
Why then was I feeling so sad?
Why o Why??
Was it just me feeling that way?
I took a look around, and hey presto, all my classmates had misty eyes.
Wasnt this the moment we all were looking forward too?
Why then was I not ready for this now?
Why then did it seem like I was loosing a very near and dear one?
Why o Why???
Who was going to applaud my English Essays now?
Who was going to feel proud of my History marks now?
Who was going to laugh at my Geography locations now?
Who was going to correct my kanas and matras in Hindi now?
Who was going to shout the living daylights out of me for not completing my homework now?
Who was going to ask me to write “i wont talk and create nuisance in class when the teacher is teaching” a thousand times now?
Who was going to tell me to run three full rounds of the school ground now?
Who was going to call me “Bony” now?
Who was going to play “pen-fight, book-cricket, seed-chess” withe me now?
Who was I going to share the fruitjam biscuits in the breaks now?
Who was going to CARE for me now?
With these questions, a few tears, a choked throat and lots of photos locked in my camera, i bid adieu to my alma mater, my school, my life! All through school life we want to get out of school but on the last day at school, our feet are glued to the place. If this isnt irony, then what is? That chapter in my life is over. Life goes on, each day a new page. But whenever I pass my school those days come flooding back and just looking at my school I am filled with a feeling of pride that is second to none.
School Days are the land of lost content, I see them shining plain, the happy highway where i once went and cannot come again!
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i to had this thing in my mind at that time. till date i haven't met those few of my friends.. at that time we didn't had the NET facilities.