Children's Day Rant

Chilly breezes have started making their presence felt, making waking up a really hard thing to do, making me think of Christmas already.

There's one other thing that this autumn breeze reminds me of- the 'thud's of closing brown windows back at school.The way we used to keep stones so that they wouldn't close(later on the latch thingies were installed). Half yearly exam at school would be sometime in December. And a bit before that we'd have Children's day celebration. Like today! 

I recall being a Nurse, a Teacher and Mother Mary for the fancy dress competition held in school as part of the Children's Day celebrations. Also that skit we performed in Class 4 on child labour. With Simi Miss as our Class Teacher. For which we won the first prize.

Children's day itself would have only a few little things like this for me to remember of. But spending my childhood at NMCS was awesomeness. The kids now don't find school as great as it was for us. But that's because we had all the fun, we broke all the rules, so yeah, sorry, you kids don't get to do things that we did.

A friend of mine here from Pune holds that his Boys' school was way more fun than any co-ed school. I simply do not agree. I mean, how can it be? You have boys, you have girls. You have all the fun with your girl/boy gangs, plus you get the fun of being together!

Like, at first, if you chatter a lot, you'd be warned by your teacher that you'd be made to sit in between boys. But in a few years, that would be the sweetest punishment you could get. All those years of growing up together, the teasings, the gossips, the fights, the groups, the crushes...and most importantly, the friendships :D

Appa has a gang of friends from college whom he still meets. I do too. From, school. The strongest, the closest people I have are still from school. Those idiots next to whom I sat in class 8 always, how hard Jihan Miss tried to shuffle the Class. we'd be togther. Some how. 

Canada, Pune, Chennai or Thrissur, when we meet, we just become our usual crazy selves. 

Well, childhood is something special for all of us. And we all have a little kid within us (And some of us still kid around a lot :P ). No matter how we hated homeworks, exams, assignments, those occassional 'caning's, we'll still remember school with a little smile. We really grew up there. Together. And there's no dearth for stories once we start talking of that place.

Reality Check

Life gives you issues, problems, situations that you can't deal with. And then it gives you reality checks. I didn't know Chintan Buch too well. But he was the second person I met on my first day at campus. And now he's no more. Sahil too.

Suddenly the things that you thought were big and huge becomes trivial. People who were with you are no longer there. People whose lives were entwined with theirs are going to have a real tough time. I hope they find the strength to cope up with the loss.

Who knows if tomorrow is yours? Each day is a gift, a blessing. you never know what might happen the next day, the next hour. You may plan a lot of things but life...how do you know how long you have?

I wish I hadn't wasted days and time away. All that we do in the time we have on this earth is the only thing that counts. And what we do affects others- their time on the face of this planet.

People wants to know the future, go back to the past but just forget to live in the present. It never made sense to me before. Now it's starting to. We're all here for sometime. We're blessed with a set of people who share the kind of same time line. It would make that short while pleasant for all of us if we only be nice to each other. Silly fights and bad blood doesn't seem to make sense. What if you never get a chance to apologize later? What if they don't get a chance to make it up with you?

Today I see Chintan's face on many people's DP and cover pic. People are trying to hold on to the good memories, cherishing the time well spent. One day it would be yours. Mine. Life is a wonderful gift. It should be enjoyed to the fullest before the curtain falls. 

Phase.

If it wasn't for darkness we wouldn't know light. So it is alright if things are not always alright, right? I was one proud and content and deliriously happy person and suddenly it's all gone down the drain. Suddenly it's all cold. And it's not November that's making me feel chilly. But if all that happened before was just a phase, all what's happening now is just a phase too. I'll be fine. Won't I, honey?