I missed by bus
Not sure when did the last 20yrs flew by until I read a message from a school friend ( in our chat group) that it's 2 decades we have passed out our high school. Life was so good, with that little homework and the only scary line was ' I am going to tell your mom'. Nobody cared what we wore and none judged us
Until we were in school we had the uniform and a bag full of books to carry, worrying about when it would rain and how to cover the Books from getting drenched. Waiting for every summer and to that semester( quarterly and half Yearly as we would then call them ) breaks for summer, winter so we could just pack our bags and head to ancestral house by the country side . I don't remember the reason why but we were all truly happy, so happy that nobody could take the reason from us to be so.
Dreams and ambitions had no limits, those thoughts into a vivid and colorful world which seemed so good. Wanted to be something, and the only under lining thing was to be happy and I still remember my dream was to become a doctor (: . I still remember I wrote this same in the autograph books of my friends while we departed from high school . No memory or moment was so true and pure after this.
Dads were the only hero we had, he was the only guy we knew so closely who could take all our tantrums and still ensured that we had everything we needed, and everything we asked for, holding his finger and going places, sitting on his shoulders to see things in a crowded fair . Crying for a New school bag every year, a bicycle when others had and that proud show -off when we owned one. That long-ass pleading to allow us for sleepovers at friends place before exams ( we called it Combined studies) and then putting together that left over change so we can watch a night show at the nearby movies . Being at least one teachers favorite. Silly fights with siblings, and not talking to them over them, that fear or injections ( syringes) when we were sick, but the doctors ensured that we got one good in the buttock. Making those excuses Of stomach pain ( didn’t we all made a few ?) to avoid school because we haven't done the home work or some project work.
But then it all started - I mean losing the best days of life ...Just after losing the school uniform which was a ritual for about 11 years, stepped into college, Skipped classes , watched movies, played snooker tournaments . Bird watching, try and get a date or two ?! Follow friends to bars, karaoke clubs and the list goes long. Never worried about being responsible and there came the final exams with a great struggle at last graduated. Trying to get a job, find a way to make a career and many times being a crushed napkin with dreams of being recycled.
Not sure when did the last 20yrs flew by until I read a message from a school friend ( in our chat group) that it's 2 decades we have passed out our high school. Life was so good, with that little homework and the only scary line was ' I am going to tell your mom'. Nobody cared what we wore and none judged us
Until we were in school we had the uniform and a bag full of books to carry, worrying about when it would rain and how to cover the Books from getting drenched. Waiting for every summer and to that semester( quarterly and half Yearly as we would then call them ) breaks for summer, winter so we could just pack our bags and head to ancestral house by the country side . I don't remember the reason why but we were all truly happy, so happy that nobody could take the reason from us to be so.
Dreams and ambitions had no limits, those thoughts into a vivid and colorful world which seemed so good. Wanted to be something, and the only under lining thing was to be happy and I still remember my dream was to become a doctor (: . I still remember I wrote this same in the autograph books of my friends while we departed from high school . No memory or moment was so true and pure after this.
Dads were the only hero we had, he was the only guy we knew so closely who could take all our tantrums and still ensured that we had everything we needed, and everything we asked for, holding his finger and going places, sitting on his shoulders to see things in a crowded fair . Crying for a New school bag every year, a bicycle when others had and that proud show -off when we owned one. That long-ass pleading to allow us for sleepovers at friends place before exams ( we called it Combined studies) and then putting together that left over change so we can watch a night show at the nearby movies . Being at least one teachers favorite. Silly fights with siblings, and not talking to them over them, that fear or injections ( syringes) when we were sick, but the doctors ensured that we got one good in the buttock. Making those excuses Of stomach pain ( didn’t we all made a few ?) to avoid school because we haven't done the home work or some project work.
But then it all started - I mean losing the best days of life ...Just after losing the school uniform which was a ritual for about 11 years, stepped into college, Skipped classes , watched movies, played snooker tournaments . Bird watching, try and get a date or two ?! Follow friends to bars, karaoke clubs and the list goes long. Never worried about being responsible and there came the final exams with a great struggle at last graduated. Trying to get a job, find a way to make a career and many times being a crushed napkin with dreams of being recycled.
Limbo has always been the best friend, no matter how painful it was to change the gear or shift the direction to sail, it has always left great memories in retrospect. Isn’t it the most important phase which occurs multiple times ?When we move on to something new, something different and something better ( being positive ). You make new friends, the old ones move on, some stay in touch some take it easy , its all about making an effort and a little intent. Let’s keep the balance sheet aside, for what you gave, and what you got - At the end of the day it’s all about experiences, bunch of’em, and always will be. Some made us, some broke us, but each and every one has made us who we are. Being thankful to all of them is the least we could do.
Just don’t be worried that, the season is over it will be back in 12 months, so it’s up to us if we want to be a reason or season? Reason can stay from a life time if we need it, seasons often change – follow the heart , it’s only the heart that once can see rightly – because what’s essential is invisible to the eye. Life is always a seed , and so are the dreams , lets water them daily so it can grow. We have grown, rather evolved in unforeseen ways. We are full f complexities and wonder what the life’s unpredictability will draw us in.
Life always is a foreign language , all of us miss pronounce it. Lets not try and act perfect - its as good as getting dressed up for an X-Ray!
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