Another astounding year of my life passed, two awesome semesters ended, numerous new friendships got born, while the sands of time graved several old ones.
I am just 19, I won’t say that I have a great experience of life to say those things which philosophers write books about ,spend several of their years searching…and then researching…though i may not have gone through many such explanations of life but but yet i believe that it is simple enough to call life a journey….
A journey that begins with an infant’s cry, moves on with his stupid games in the mud, then that infant grows to a child with that hefty schoolbag over his tiny shoulders, unwilling to school… time passes by and in the life of that same schoolboy comes another day… all those strangers(he call friends) meet him for a last time, hug him tight and just before anything gets said some unexplicable feelings (he call emotions) takes him all over and all what remains is simply another strange feeling(this time named fear)…. the fear of not getting to wear that same old school-dress again, the fear of not having that bell for recess anymore, the fear of not getting to see his first crush anytime again…..
But the journey of life never stops, it again moved on… that time also passed…There was another dress awaiting him in JIIT, probably even another crush,(though he still feels that there should be a bell for lunch break here in college also, but never mind :P)…. Yet, somewhere deep inside his heart a nostalgia still remains alive, it still doesn’t vanishes, it still is in search for its suitable grave….(And the boy hopes that this nostalgia that the “Stupid Sumit” talks about, remains in all of your’s heart, though by now buried in some place too deep, but yet remains at some place… probably alive and still beating)….
Let me share all of mine and probably yours too, before they find their grave in the cemetery of my heart ( If they ever could do so….)
The nostalgia of that peculiar smell of sand you could get only on a rainy morning, of that sweet fight with your mother for that bath from the god’s own shower, of that dance of victory in the rain and of that return to mother crying over those bruised knees…
The nostalgia of letting go that wrecked school bus and then saying to everyone ”Ahh.. bus…..Naa. it didn’t arrived, might be a holiday probably”, and nostalgia of burning crackers in the class, and then asking for the everyone’s support , in the name of “class unity”, or of that wait for that once in a week games period, and of that fultuu-masti with Acamma mam and then being thrown out for class for the same…..
We all seem to be going through a period of nostalgia at some point of time in our lives, and everyone seems to be thinking that yesterday was better than today.
But, I don’t think it was, and I would advise you not to wait for ten more years before admitting that today was great. If you’re still hung up on nostalgia, like i was, sometimes back, then simply pretend that today is yesterday, just go out and have one hell of a time.
I don’t know, if any one of you reading this would call me insane for penning it all down, but no problem you can do so…..
I dedicate this post to Puneet Pannu mam in answer to the question she asked everyone in first PD tute… “What do you think life is, answer in one word”…. I wasn’t able to say anything at that time, but for now… mam this is my answer, i would call it a journey…though the explanation got quite strange or probably complex… but hope that you will understand………