Its about a few months back..It was saturday morning...I was Just going through my best date ever..had ernest hemingway's "old man and the sea" in one hand & a cup of tea in another..To make it perfect there was light drizzle outside..I was sitting in my balcony and could see the govt. school in the same premises as my sec-15's parking some distance away...School ?..if u can call it..A room adjacent to the room used by parking guards as toilet ,bustling with children in khaki dresses..Daily i used to cross the school..One un-interested look and one sigh of pity for them..What education this school could provide?..This amount of charity from my side was reserved daily for them..but now back to where i was...My perfect date with the amazing book and the drizzle outside..The rain had brought certain degree of brightness to the yellow chalk like paint of the school..Another look and i saw the students coming out in gush and they were all over the parking lot..Jumping in the rain..a few went ahead and removed there school shirts and jumped into the muddy water accumulated in the craters of the road...What rowdy behaviour was my first reaction..Then Jst below the balcony i could see kids accumulated as sacks of hay carefully packaged under the umbrella of their respective servants waiting for the school bus to arrive...I waited for at-least one of them to go ahead and get wet- get dirty..was not to be..Suddenly the screeching monster with DPS written all over it in white came and gulped the children(or the childhood??) one by one..I could see the little bodies stepping into the open mouth of the noisy monster..All gone..and with what poise not a single Rain-drop could touch them between stepping out of umbrella and stepping into the bus..I think the concepts of acid-rain have been taught little too much..the always correct children who remember everything from social-studies to Sub-of-the-day..The same feelings propped up in my mind again...A sigh of pity and what eduction could this school provide??...But this time with completely different dimensions..
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No matter what happened to even us..........
But by long........
those were the best days of my life......it jus gets ugly with age.
childhood memoires are charishable moments of life..like the shining diamonds somewhere deep in the memories..we can access it whenever we want and have a heartfull laugh on our ignorance/thinking/aims/goals at that time..Have you ever gave a thought what you wanted at the age of 10y or 12y. Old wisdom says that first 10 years of life are the pillars on which we hv to build the building of life..they create habits which are unchanble throughtout life..i don't know..but those memories,frineds and placss, i still charish & i will till i put my feets in my sweet tomb..
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