Again, a small piece I wrote for my friend’s college magazine
The woods are lovely, dark, and deep, But I have promises to keep, And miles to go before I sleep, And miles to go before I sleep.
I guess it shall suffice to say that Robert Frost’s woods were the modern equivalent of my school to me. Astonishingly, when I think of it, none of my memories from school have a reason attached to them. Pondering over it, I realized this: School memories are just a simple memoir of the gleeful time I spent with people I loved, love and shall love. I remember the first time I realized that I really miss school. Just a few days after my board examinations, I woke up one morning, and unconsciously started getting ready for school. It was when I reached my cupboard and found my uniform missing that I realized that my life has now changed.
Interestingly, the phrase “school memories” brings back an overwhelming number of passing moments like a flash of lightning. As I look back, I laugh at our non coherent hate for school life and our continuously dreams of finally “growing up”. But today, nearly a year after school has ended; I came to realize that adults were actually right. We never fully appreciated what we had during our school life and unfortunately it’s too late now. To this day, when I sit by the window sill with a cup of coffee in my hand, gazing at into the horizon, I just have one thought in my mind. ” I would do literally anything to have just one more day of school again. A blunt gala of six hours where me and my friends, in our school uniform, listening to the teacher while laughing at her at the same time, fighting for the last bits of “pao bhaji” that we bought from the canteen at Rs.2 per head”
Ah, the bliss! Who says heaven doesn’t exist? I had the privilege of spending 10 years there and if I could, I would live it all over again. Modifying my favourite line from Khaled Hosseni’s The Kite Runner, “For SCHOOL, a thousand times over”
Exemplary problems are always a part of someone’s lives. never will you find a person devoid of a problem(and if by an odd chance you find one, the person will be devoid him/herself).at many crossroads of life, we find ourselves in situations when some of those slow beats wale Bollywood tracks play in the background and those cryptic lyrics make sense. That’s the time when we need to debug our life.
Life is an extraordinary fairy tale with its own twists and turns which may lead us to the beautiful wide windows of happiness or to the gallows of sadness and depression. We may be dipped into the hot scalding oils of anger and invariable revenge but we may also be thrown into the limitless sky of unyielding joy. Still, there are numerous times when we feel ki kaash life was like an iPod; bundled with its own play, pause, fast forward and rewind buttons. Just a small of any of them could control time, where in everything was in our hands and still under control. But unfortunately this concept shall always remain a fantasy (unless Dr. Sheldon Cooper succeeds).
So at such unpredictable moments, what do we do? Do we give up and lose hope? no we stand up, throw a few punches at life and say,” you can’t beat me punk!” I know it is easy to say so and damn tough to apply and follow. Recently I myself went throw one of such moments and I admitted defeat. But as I recover, I have learnt the importance of being in control of ourselves. A simple mantra to do this was once told to me by a friend and later on by my parents. It goes like this: “In life, you will always come across a number of hurdles which will deter your vision of your goal; but don’t lose hope and carry on with your life because your manzil will not be as far from you as it seems.” And believe me when I say, achieving that one dream which you have always pined for is worth the entire wait and hurdles in the world.
Coming back to the topic at hand, each one of us has our own debugging method. Some write, some sit and think, some tune into music and some sleep. I personally love to sit by my favourite window with my favourite music playing on my iPod. But whatever your method maybe, always keeps in mind the biggest secret of this universe; “Life in itself is a unique gift; but getting to play with your gift in the human form is the ultimate souvenir. Cherish your passions, enjoy your time and of course believe in everything and everything will believe in you.
Everyone has a different definition of a friend. Although we don’t have a specific guideline as to what or who a dost should be, nevertheless we always end up around a bunch of people who you don’t know why but you just love being around.
To me, dost is someone around whom I don’t have to think before I open my mouth. Regardless of the friend’s gender, caste or background I can openly speak my mind without thinking of the consequences. I have female friends with whom I can openly talk about a hot actress, Muslim friends with whom I openly tease on the basis of their religious preferences and of course people from specific castes with idiosyncratic habits. Many may feel that this is extreme or vague but I believe that my friend knows that I do not mean any real harm and I always speak whatever I want to.
Although we meet up with several people over our lifetime, not all of them are your friends (even though you may label them so).A friend is someone who is far more special and irreplaceable. Say, a friend is someone who trusts you even when you are not trustworthy, someone who always is positive about you and someone who echoes your sentiments. In spite of the picture painted by modern society, friends are those who curse the professor who failed you in his/her paper before asking you to study for the re-examination.
The springing up of social networks has somewhat weakened and strengthened the bond which friends share. Confused? Well, in case of friends who grew up and bonded way before the advent of social networking, websites like Twitter and Facebook has enabled them to grow more interpersonal and close(I mean it’s great to know what weird pose your bestie can make or how your closest friend loves watching Gossip Girl(Yes She Does!)) . But, if you consider the cases of those who were registered on these websites as a part of a social trend, I believe social networks have caused a lot of trouble. Cases of suicides and squabbles over not liking of posts or photos etc. have become almost routine news for everyone of us.
However, woh kaisa ya kaisi bhi ho, a friend will never deny you. Technology continues to sew us into a tightly knit blanket and just like the warm, snuggly blanket, your freinds and you form a unbreakable and lovable universe, which although may be plauged by it’s own highs and lows,or may seem disintegrated in a series of misunderstandings.But,know this: No matter how high or how powerfully you throw a ball upwards,it always returns to you.The same way, no matter how much fight or argue, sale ghoom ke apne paas he aayenge.