Back to School

"Little things you do for me,
and nobody else, makes me feel good,
Thats why I like to sit next to you,
and listen to your mad stories,
I know they are not true
and I like that we share a secret or two together..."

If these lyrics still dont ring a bell, then f.y.i its the background song in the vodafone advertisement.
This song makes me nostalgic, remnants of the carefree days and my best friend who would save seat for me,and give me 2-3 extra chocolates on her birthday,just the way it shows in the add.its one of the reasons that urged me to write this block but ofcourse the coaxing is totally attributed to Seema Goswami (HT brunch columnist) who has continually injected my Sundays with exuberance through her esoteric works.
This song brings back the old memories of my school days, when insouciance was an inseparable attribute of nearly every student (nerdies who cried at coming 2nd and not 1st in the class not included). Where everything was laid out on a platter. Our biggest worries were our 5 odd maths questions given for homework,skirt length strictly to be above the knees or how to become friends with that handsome sports captain.Coming to serious problems, yes studies would cause some few hours tension.
But the best part of school was that every year you had a fresh start. Every new class filled you with hope,hope of starting anew, didnt matter if you flunked badly at maths last year, this year you may become the C.V. Raman of your class. Maybe the seniors would notice your game enough to take you in the badminton/football team this time, maybe your eye candy guy would become your seat partner (co-ed schools have this one boy one girl incredible seating rule). These 'maybes' were enough to inject us with unreasonable mirth. Every new class brought with it a new chance to form a new impression on the new class teacher, and remember our nervousness and excitement as we waited on our class teahcer the very first day.

Now coming to that point in your life when all your hard work pays off to satisfy this cliche-" apne paairo pe khara hogaya hoon" . And reality hits hard making you realize that you were far better off when you couldn't stand on your legs. You daily have to go to that same workspace you abhor so much that it starts sounding a synonym of purgatory cell to you, the difference being you are the walking dead among the mortals. Holding onto century grudges, but you cant help it, you havee no newness left in your life. No new year means a fresh start and instead "a breeze of fresh air" starts sounding a cliche to you.
Too late to realise these occupational hazards, you make books like- "How to get back your life", "How to impress your boss", "Discover yourself" and blah blah your soulmates, havens of refuge.Ya i know i am being too apprehensive and pessimistic about the job scenario and many wouldnt agree, giving the reason money suffices all. But let me tell you within 5 yrs or so, your oculars will get sore seeing those greens and your olfactory lobes would feel like puking when smelling them.
I can go on nd on but i think its time to stop,humble request to all the school goers enjoy each moment of your school life, coz you will cherish it your entire life,and the working slaves please dont stop living. Live your life because you want to, not to fulfill someones wish or to be a role model for someone while you are getting shrouded by the sadness in your life. Live, human life is the best gift God could give you.
someone has rightly said:
"..baatein bhool jaati hai,yaadein yaad aati hai..."