I miss the early morning cries of getting up to go to school..
I miss the Rs 2 coin that was given to me every morning as my pocket money..
I miss the bus ride to school and the fights over a seat..
I miss the last bench where I sat trying to study with the aim of achieving something in life..
I miss the afternoon lunch with friends under the tree in hot afternoons..
I miss the Sports period and the football game with lots of guys from other classes..
I miss the afternoon naps before running for tution classes...
I miss the annual fests and the time we spent preparing for it..
I miss the free periods we had which we spent doing nothing..
I miss weekend afternoons with family sitting and watching daily soaps together..
I miss the summer holidays of lazying around..
I miss the happines i had when we moved to a new class..
I think i am missing life here..
Monday, May 28, 2007
Wednesday, May 23, 2007
Life or Destiny !!!
I found the following article somewhere. As I read it I could relate so much to it that I thought it was worth posting.I am sure there will be thousands of people out there who would be able to relate to it.So it goes out to all of them.
Its 7 : 30 a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 2 years; the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional.
I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.
I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life" .. It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with thoughts of the solitary journey ahead.
I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ... well it's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day ... well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey.
I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.
It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.
There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind your friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends, but then you never get the old close ones ... you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you do not find a person to whom you needn't say things ... friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have been the only thing that I seem to look forward to .....However,I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!
As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will change, when life will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.
Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!!
And I keep on waiting...
Its 7 : 30 a.m. and I stand here in the bus stop waiting for the office bus to arrive. I stand here in the same manner as I did a few years back waiting for my college bus. Little did I know then that things would change so much in 2 years; the sky under which I am standing seems to be looking at me and smiling .. It is perhaps the only thing that has acted as a witness .. watching the transformation of a loud and bubbly person into a quiet professional.
I wouldn't blame the professionalism for the change though. It is destiny, or may be you could call it life. Yes Life, esoteric in the true sense, for one does not understand why you meet hundreds of people everyday, work with so many, and still remain lonely.
I am now in one of the corner seats in the bus, looking out of the window watching people trying to catch up with "life" .. It's an hour's journey and the only company that I generally have is the chatter of the RJ. I seldom notice the person sitting next to me, for its going to be yet another stranger or may be you could say another acquaintance. It is annoying at times when the radio is switched off, not because I am cut off from the melody but because I would now be thrust with thoughts of the solitary journey ahead.
I can't help thinking about the short bus journeys to college ... well it's a paradox to call a distance of 30 KMs "short", but that is how it always seemed. A typical college day always begins in the bus with all the familiar faces; you look forward for all your friends to get in from the various stops, the reasonless giggles, the loud laughter that were stifled to avert the eyes of the lecturers and professors who would watch on us as if we were their prospective prey for the day ... well as I said it was a different life then. The pleasant memories of college are in itself good enough to save me from the misery of the bus journey.
I notice that it is time for me to get down and flash my smile of acknowledgement to all the known strangers that I see as I approach my cubicle. A few of my colleagues greet me with their morning wishes and as always, we exchange our pleasantries. Discussions jump to the weekend plans and I wonder what I'd do over the weekend.
It would be just another day staring at the mobile, wishing it would ring and bring back some wonderful moments that are now missing in life or maybe the safer option would be to come to office, for it's my new founded asylum these days. A few years back, weekends or weekdays didn't matter to me, I was always busy. I always stood doubting the authenticity of the wall clock that seemed to be in running too fast to perceive its movement. Alas, now it seems as though my clock is suffering from some kind of paralytic attack.
There is a time in life, where one needs to go ahead, leaving behind your friends and carrying along only memories. You do make new friends, but then you never get the old close ones ... you do meet people who'd be so good to you that you could tell them anything and everything, but you do not find a person to whom you needn't say things ... friends who just know you. Occasional calls from such friends, have been the only thing that I seem to look forward to .....However,I cant help but notice the uneasy pause that lingers around the conversation ..A pause not because of the relationship, but because it is too short a duration to say everything, and of course you cannot completely rule out the paucity of words!
As I sip coffee from the ubiquitous coffee mug, watching the drops of rain, trickling down the tinted glass panes, veiling the scenic beauty outside, I tell myself, may be there will be a day when things will change, when life will offer a rewind, a recap of all the events and I just have to wait.
Capricious are the ways of life, for I know there would be many who'd be able to empathize with me, ironically, even the dear ones that I miss this moment, waiting perhaps...!!
And I keep on waiting...
Monday, May 07, 2007
Study Well !!!
This incident happened when I was traveling in a train back from home.
After having my evening snacks as I was getting back to reading, a man in his middle age passed by. He was selling cigarettes and pan supari.
A gentleman sitting next to me with his wife and a 5 year old son called him and asked him for a pack of supari. The seller gave him a pack and asked him for Rs.2.
The man was angry and he said that it was actually worth Rs.1 in the market. The seller obviously tired after long day’s work told him that he only earns 50 paisa on one pack as he has to give a share of the earning to the shop owner from whom every morning he collects the stuff for selling. He said he has spent almost 20 yrs traveling in trains like this selling something or the other.He pointed towards the man’s son and said his own son is as old as him. He said he leaves his motherless child everyday to come to work. Isn’t 50 paisa even worth his effort?
By that time the man sitting next to me had already reached for his pocket and was taking out money to pay to the seller. He initially refused and told the man to keep it. But after continues insistence from the man he finally agreed to keep it. Before leaving the seller kept his hand on the head of man’s son and said “Study Well!!”.
I realized that even such a poor man understands the value of education. He knows that the reason of all his sufferings is the fact that he was not educated. It made me appreciate the fact that I am one of the few people who have got an opportunity to study and make a name for my self.All the things that I heard from my elders in childhood about being committed to studies and only studies being the way to grow in life made sense to me.
This thought inspires me every time I sit down to study and stops me from criticizing my teachers and the education system. Well its rightly said
"Knowledge is power Supreme".
After having my evening snacks as I was getting back to reading, a man in his middle age passed by. He was selling cigarettes and pan supari.
A gentleman sitting next to me with his wife and a 5 year old son called him and asked him for a pack of supari. The seller gave him a pack and asked him for Rs.2.
The man was angry and he said that it was actually worth Rs.1 in the market. The seller obviously tired after long day’s work told him that he only earns 50 paisa on one pack as he has to give a share of the earning to the shop owner from whom every morning he collects the stuff for selling. He said he has spent almost 20 yrs traveling in trains like this selling something or the other.He pointed towards the man’s son and said his own son is as old as him. He said he leaves his motherless child everyday to come to work. Isn’t 50 paisa even worth his effort?
By that time the man sitting next to me had already reached for his pocket and was taking out money to pay to the seller. He initially refused and told the man to keep it. But after continues insistence from the man he finally agreed to keep it. Before leaving the seller kept his hand on the head of man’s son and said “Study Well!!”.
I realized that even such a poor man understands the value of education. He knows that the reason of all his sufferings is the fact that he was not educated. It made me appreciate the fact that I am one of the few people who have got an opportunity to study and make a name for my self.All the things that I heard from my elders in childhood about being committed to studies and only studies being the way to grow in life made sense to me.
This thought inspires me every time I sit down to study and stops me from criticizing my teachers and the education system. Well its rightly said
"Knowledge is power Supreme".
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