Run Back...

I wish I can run back to my early days, the days I used to get up early in the mornings brushing my teeth and the other routines just to catch a bus to office or a cab, the pleasures of meeting my office colleagues, becoming busy with the work at hand and going out to lunch together at the one hour break in the afternoons, I wish I can run back to the days when I used to pedal on my cycle slowly and steadily seeing the road run past me and viewing other people get busy reaching the college gates and thinking of a great day of studies and enjoyment together with friends...the rooms of lectures were all we knew togetherness was the penultimate destination of the moments, there used to exchange of notes and fighting over a petty mistake or solving a horribly looking easy numerical in Chemistry...I wish I can run back to the days when getting up early in the morning would only ask me to answer few really silly questions of what would be there in the periods to come in the high school days, the walking up the steep road to Court and catching that blue coloured bus full of guys and gals all busy chattering away the time the bus used to run towards that small looking school in Burnpur...I wish I could feel the days when the school bag was an obvious burden I needed to carry behind me and filling it up with books matching the periods of the classes to happen...running here and there sometimes picking up an innocent flower or grass leaves, drawing unknowingly the pictures of a wonderful art class teacher, singing in chorus with fellow classmates and blabbering in synchronisation the poetry verses during an elocution round rehearsal...the teachers were like gods and we the devotees, the words used to be a verdict inside the classroom when talking amongst mates sitting beside each other was a crime punishable with the wicked "kneel down" outside the class premises...there used to be a relief in the lunch times, when expeditions happened and when we used to become detectives searching for unknown animals and living beings in the jungles ending the grounds of the school...there were moments of asking whether the chapter was better explained or not...the teacher used to analyse and answer...explained more of the books and we our copies in writing...give me back my choldhood again as I wish to run back to the days when I was young as an infant and used to draw dreams on the pages of my house floor, write scripts unknown to any famous author and believe that good things will persist and bad is always invisible to my eyes...I am running back again to my past years and stories....

Comments

Shreyoshi Mukherjee said…
really great........ amazing....kool.. mind blowing
5/15/2009 11:35 AM
Shreyoshi Mukherjee said…
really we always miss the days.....whch s our past now..... as am missing my scul days like anything......
5/15/2009 11:45 AM
Anonymous said…
quite nostalgic............took a short trip down the memory lane of my chilhoood!
5/31/2009 12:42 AM
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