BaCk To ScHoOl

While having a conversation last night with my perfectly brilliant chum, who was complaining for spending extra hours in office all these days due to a company process, a sudden chord hit my mind. Well, the reason for his working overtime was something called “Back To School”. And those 3 words made me write my next post!

SCHOOL- Those are probably the best days of everyone’s life. Now that my school days are a distant memory- but still they have the power to bring out a smile on my face when i’m least expecting it.

It was a perfect training ground for life, a world brimming with possibilities. School was the place where we all began to socialize with other kids, learnt to rub along (even though we often couldn’t bear to be in the same room together). This was where we learnt to share our stuff (pencils & erasers, to start with), this was where we formed friendships that sustain for a lifetime. Not to forget mentioning, the prospect of new beginnings!

As the month of April dawned, it was beginning of a new academic session and time to enter into a new class..One step up the ladderJ There was a certain ritualistic joy to the whole routine. The buying of new books, sitting down and covering them with reams of brown paper,then sticking on a label with name & class clearly marked out; a new pencil box filled with a variety of pencils and yes, a slightly larger uniform! The newness persisted in almost everything. There was a different classroom, and the chance to bag a better seat. There was jostling to ensure that all the best friends were seated next. There was some excitement at the thought of meeting the new class teacher, & much speculation about how nice or strict she would be. Then, there were the lessons themselves, comprising of completely new information. All told, there was a sense of making a fresh start. It didn’t matter if u scored a mere 50 in science the last year, the next time you could jump to a 100!

Most interestingly, there were a huge clash of personalities. The cool kids, the witty & the charming ones who didn’t bother to engage much; the teacher’s pets who used to spend all their time flattering; then were the ones who always had their hands up with the right answers. These were the kids who topped every exam- and then said how they simply couldn’t understand it, given they hadn’t even studied for the damn thing.

School was not just about learning, it was the place where we made never ending friendships, did our share of mischievous activities, got thrown out of the class, skipped doing homework, occupied the last bench & tried the level best to disturb everyone, had our first crush, began to write diaries, shared our lunch boxes and the list goes on......

There was a sense of excitement in every glimpse of that wonderful life. We all might have had a few stroppy mites of our own during school days- for having to study, for having to wake up early each morning, but that was one best phase life could ever offer. Because it was school and these memories become more and more remote with each passing year, i still continue to love them. And of course, those days did not bring along with them, the concept of OVERTIME, as this corporate world does!

LIFE....As we call it!!

I never ever planned to write my first blog post on something so common and usual.Unless my mind transferred me to the image of a face of a dearest one,who was fighting tumour & had only a few days to live. The days when she took my hand into hers n bravely joked about how she shouldn't have lived life so badly.In her eyes and talks,i could see a regret.Regret for the things she had never made time to do,places she had never visited..Her list went on..And of course,the sorrow for the loss of future experiences. Against all odds,she was wanting,if at all possible,to live again....
So i dedicate my first post to all the readers who have preferred to turn this 4 LETTERED WORD into a shell. A shell full of fears,failures,worries.Dekho yaar,all people on this earth,tall or short,arrogant or unassuming,rich or poor,friendly or cold,have one characteristic in common: they all have their own share of problems. Some of them try to hide by talking loudly,some choose to play a "all's well false card", the more inhibited cannot hide their feelings & start drinking to see if they can drive their fear away and the worst of them,who just hatch a secret plan to end up their lives!
But the big question is-they are afraid of what? Failing in an exam,going broke,a break-up,losing a job,a marriage that didn't work or listening to malicious comments of those friends who,never have done anything themselves,can only see other people's failures????
We all can choose either to be a victim of the world & its problems or to live a life to its best as if today were our  first(or last) day.Its just a metter of  how we view our lives! The former ones think that the intelligent thing to do would be to avoid the ups & downs and spend all their time on a carousel,going round n round.



In the matters of search for happiness,we all are equal- a millioniare,a doctor,a banker,writer,a superstar,or anyone in that case..No one wants their life to be thrown into a chaos.But the first thing,we need to do is free ourselves from something that cost our hearts anything more than the job of pumping blood..There could be times when at one moment,you have nothing and the next,you have more than u can cope up with!

That's called Life- a fast dizzying game, a parachute jump, its taking chances, falling over & getting up again, its wanting to get to the very top of urself and to feel angry & dissatisfied when you can't manage it....
But above all,its about LIVING ( remember just being alive is bad for the health),its about BEING HAPPY and never letting anything under the sun hold back your happiness. 


Life is too short to allow ourselves the luxury of living it badly. So follow your dreams,do whatever your heart says(even if the world calls you an idiot)..
SO THAT THE DAY OF YOUR DEPARTURE FROM THIS EARTH SHOULD BE THE LOVELIEST FAREWELL EVER!!!