26th August, 2013.
Well, basically, reminiscences are for pleasure of human mind. People like to visit the past when either their present is not that much bright and things looked pretty good back then. Or when an unanticipated event takes place, good, bad doesn't matter..
Today our class ended at 2:00.. After spending almost one and half an hour with Akbar and his land revenue systems,finally our class stood victorious.. Dishant, my classmate and friend left the college earlier, apologising to me for that..(girlfriend issues). I decided to walk home,even though i've been advised time and again to take an autorickshaw but I prefer to walk.
My school comes on the way home from college, along with shiv mandir and b block park,where i saw the heap of bamboos kept for the pandals for durga pujo. It didn't bothered me until I crossed my school, which coincidentally was over. Students were going home. Some in buses,vans, some walked like me..And then it came crashing down.. 3 years back, when i was in school, well, my last year in school, it occurred me then that after this,the most important thing of my school days will be over. During my school days, i used the bus services. In the morning, during the pujo month I waited eagerly for a very important view..the bamboos kept in the parks and mandir for the pandals where the pujo will be held, and then i boasted about it to my mother.Ma just laughed. I never understood why she did that, and till date she carries it on. Today, i was taken right in 2002, when all these started, and then realized that none of them will be back. I stood there in front of my school watching all these students, laughing, hooting, shouting,seizing the days..They didn't had a darn care for the world so to speak. Students who knew me, greeted me with the warmest regards and went their way. They don't know it yet, that all of these will be a part of their memories in coming years ; ignorance is such a bliss. By the time they will realize this bitter fact, everything will be like a scented smoke in air,just the fragrance will remain. I just hope that their memories are worth visiting.
After a while, unsuccessfully trying to control the tears from coming out,with a deep sigh,I stepped the road to home.
Well, basically, reminiscences are for pleasure of human mind. People like to visit the past when either their present is not that much bright and things looked pretty good back then. Or when an unanticipated event takes place, good, bad doesn't matter..
Today our class ended at 2:00.. After spending almost one and half an hour with Akbar and his land revenue systems,finally our class stood victorious.. Dishant, my classmate and friend left the college earlier, apologising to me for that..(girlfriend issues). I decided to walk home,even though i've been advised time and again to take an autorickshaw but I prefer to walk.
My school comes on the way home from college, along with shiv mandir and b block park,where i saw the heap of bamboos kept for the pandals for durga pujo. It didn't bothered me until I crossed my school, which coincidentally was over. Students were going home. Some in buses,vans, some walked like me..And then it came crashing down.. 3 years back, when i was in school, well, my last year in school, it occurred me then that after this,the most important thing of my school days will be over. During my school days, i used the bus services. In the morning, during the pujo month I waited eagerly for a very important view..the bamboos kept in the parks and mandir for the pandals where the pujo will be held, and then i boasted about it to my mother.Ma just laughed. I never understood why she did that, and till date she carries it on. Today, i was taken right in 2002, when all these started, and then realized that none of them will be back. I stood there in front of my school watching all these students, laughing, hooting, shouting,seizing the days..They didn't had a darn care for the world so to speak. Students who knew me, greeted me with the warmest regards and went their way. They don't know it yet, that all of these will be a part of their memories in coming years ; ignorance is such a bliss. By the time they will realize this bitter fact, everything will be like a scented smoke in air,just the fragrance will remain. I just hope that their memories are worth visiting.
After a while, unsuccessfully trying to control the tears from coming out,with a deep sigh,I stepped the road to home.
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