Down the memory lane…

When I was a child, I used to keep gazing at the open sky and long to be grown up so that I don’t have to attend school, so that I don’t have to do my homework, so that I can play all day long.

I used to chase butterflies in the garden. The warmth of mother Earth used to make me forget all my worries. I used to spend days waiting to hear the pixies talk by the bush. Their funny talks used to amuse me. I used to go by the adventurous tree and sit on it waiting for it to take me on a new adventure. I used to summon the wishing chair and fly off to distant lands. I used to long to play with mogwli and his friends.

Dracula aunty used to scare me a lot and I used to run to Shaktimaan for help. Mom always taught me to do good to others and expect nothing from them. Still I used to donate a rupee to god and ask for a thousand favors.

I hated going to school. I hated waking up early in the mornings but mom never paid attention to it. According to her the only important thing was to study. So every morning I loitered towards the rickshaw half asleep and with shoes in my hand.

Our math’s teacher was very very bad. She used to make us recite the tables aloud. 1 X 1 = 1, 2 X 2 = 4, 3 x 3 = 5 and a hit from the duster on the hand. My hand used to remain swollen and my cheeks red. But our English teacher was very sweet. She used to give me lots of chocolates. She used to make us act for Romeo and Juliet and I always used to find myself the Romeo dying for his Juliet- my teacher.

But that wasn’t exactly my first love or I should call my first crush for I was too young to differentiate between love and crush. For there was Chandni who used to sit by my side in class. Short blue skirt and white shirt, that’s enough to drive me mad. I used to keep waiting for her to look at me. I used to spend hours dreaming about her and I used to cry on days when she didn’t come to school.

And there was one boy named Ramesh whom we used to call “gunda”. He used to snatch away my lunch box from me and make me do his homework. But I was not that innocent for I used to make lots of mistakes while doing his homework. The return journey from school to home was the most awaited one. We kept singing songs and making fun of each other all way home. Home, Sweet Home!! Bags on the floor and I was out playing with friends. We used to play cricket all day long.

And now when I have grown up I really miss being child. I miss going to school. I miss playing with my friends. I miss doing what I was told not to do…..

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College life!

Love, friendship and fun this is what college life is all about. Here they call love-flirting, life-fun and studies – not interested!! Who wants to miss those unnecessary so called important talks, those late night walks and those one day exam preparations? And if you want to enjoy them than come, V.V.Nagar is calling you. With a lush green surrounding and more than 42 colleges, the city is one of the most beautiful centres of learning. This is the city that shapes an uncouth boorish into a dude.

As a fresher you put a scary feet in the hostel campus. The alienate thought of leaving your home, your family, your friends and most importantly your hometown is too disturbing. But slowly and gradually you understand that this is the first step towards a whole new world wherein in slowly and gradually you make new friends, learn to share your happiness and sorrow with them. Here you experience success as well as failures. But with friends with you there is nothing to worry.

And then suddenly you fall in love. So love??? This is what your friends ask you casually. Here love is as constant as air. Here love is called flirting. You meet her, became friends, spend sleepless nights thinking about her, slowly you start realizing that her love is all that matters to you and then you find that you are not the most important person in her life. She thinks you are better off as a friend. Your heart is broken and you come back to room dejected. Your roommates are too quick to sense it. And then comes a cigarette in your hand. Kehte hai ,” Humne unhe bhulane ke liye ciggratte jala de, par kambhakhat dhuae ne bhi unhe ke tasveer bana de”.. You feel the pangs of you. But who is a better healer than time?? And then you meet other girl and fall in love again for love is that which alters, given alterations found!!

And then suddenly you realize its exam time and you haven’t studied a word. And here begins your search for notes. Run here and there for notes. You have to flatter the toppers of your class. And then with all these things in your hand you realize that still there is some time left to study. And finally you end up playing a ONE -DAY MATCH!!! Results out and you are at the bottom in your class. And then comes the most expected dialogue, “No problem dude, from next time I will study from the first day itself”. And that day never comes.

Time tickles and you find yourself at the end of your graduation. It’s time to depart. Say good bye to your friends. Propose which so ever girl you want to for who knows where life will take you?? NO matter wherever you go but you will always miss those tension free college days, those late night calls, those cute faces and those friends and foes!!!

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In Da Class

“What is the full form of VLSI?”

“What is the full form of VLSI?”

“Yes, I am talking to you. Wake that boy up.”

I usually hate it when someone pinches me but for my so called next seat friend waking me from sleep was a luxury he usually enjoyed. Paradise lost and I found myself eye to eye with the monster with his big guerilla eyes trying to find answers in my eyes.

“What is the full form of VLSI?”

“You come here to sleep. Is this the way EC students do their graduation?”

How was I supposed to explain it that with the kind of food I had (a mouthful of basmati rice and dal) and way he was teaching, even he would have slept in his lectures. But

I usually prefer to keep my lips closed and head down whenever any teacher asks me a question.

“Answer my question. And you don’t even have manners to stand up when someone asks you a question. Do one thing go to your room and sleep. There is no need to attend my classes from now onwards. I will mark your presence for the whole of semester.”

I was so happy hearing this.

“Is this possible that I will get presence?”

And the whole class busted into laughter as if they were enjoying The Great India Laughter Challenge.

I usually make it a habit to give rest to my brain in class and keep sleeping. Who says I don’t make use of time?? I sleep a lot; I dream a lot. Make castles in air and leaving the foundations for God to make. But there are some teachers who simply don’t let me sleep. And in their lectures I make it a point to sit behind a girl and spend the whole lecture playing with her hairs and talking to her. There are few creative things also which I do in class. I make sketches of my teachers with their bellies sprouting out of their body and their spectacles swinging by their nose lines. Me and my friends design planes in class and compete with each other. The conditions being: the one which travels largest distance or the one which hits the right person (I guess this solves the problem of my class girls who keep wandering that targets them with his planes). And if by chance the plan hits the teacher I get applauded by the class and crucified by teacher.

Trin trin… its time for next class and now please let me sleep again for its time for C++ class and unluckily we have a male teacher 

And ya I got more than punished for sleeping in class that day. I wasn’t thrown out of class but I was made to sit on first bench for the whole of semester.

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On love and life….

Thick gusts of winter wind were blowing past the desolated street. There was a time when these roads used to represent the hustle and bustle of city life. But not for the present. It was the month of winter and with cold being in its full fury people preferred to stay back in the warm confort of their house. None but one lonely soul could still be seen limping through the distance. Looking at him from a distance one could easily form the image of a beggar wandering headless through the streets. But these were of no importance to him for he had his own world of sorrows.There was only one thought going in his mind,”I know I am not wrong. I did that what came to my mind. You always taught me to love you. To be true .To have faith in love. And it’s you who taught me to be honest, to be caring, to be compromising and now when I tried to do it; m punished. Ripped of my pleasure. Took you from me. Took my smile; my life.

And there on other side his mind was thinking,”Why? Why to leave your everything for one person for you know that person is never going to be yours? But the heart has different rules. For him the only imp thing is his love. His love is his life. It’s a happiness beyond the pleasures of the world. But then doesn’t it hurt? Doesn’t it shatter your faith on yourself? Doesn’t it rip you of all your happiness?? Is this your supreme achievement?

Love never hurts. It’s a bliss. It’s like a free bird. But we people try to cage it. We try to put it under our conditions. We try to trap it. We try to mould it. We are too selfish. Too self centric that in the end what we make out of it is a heart that has stopped beating. A life that has lost its meaning. And finally the dream is gone, the child is over!

When I was a child I was taught to love every single soul around me. But trying to do that, I have forgotten to love myself. To love my dreams. I don’t have to punish myself for my love. For love is not a punishment. It makes you understand what life is?. What it is loving and being loved and for that I have my parents; my friends, myself. I am in love with every beautiful thing around me. And the supreme, I love myself!!

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