12 April 2009

old memories.....they hit hardest.... v 1.2


life had been pretty organised back then....the kinda one that i miss till now...the kinda life that had given me the best of the learning's....the life that taught me to be calm and take control of the decisions.....back then i used to manage things pretty smartly....it had never been like the haphazard way of living that i follow now.....back in those times i had known the value of time and finishing my things in the first place....
let us take an arbitrary day of school life n see how it unfolds itself into the dusk and dawn of the world.....the mornig always starts of with the regular prayer session...."the assembly" as we call it was headed by the leader (coz not the cheerleader...)....the person who commands the assembly....along with the "girl pupil leader" to his far right of the stage.....once the command has been given ... the prayer starts....i remember those days when i stand in the class rows and used to open my eys in the interim and flash here and there....some even used to stay bak in the classrooms and complete the assignments...and stuff.....but if caught the day starts and  ends in the worst severity.....a punishment that u'll happily accept....jus to leave the school and go bak home....which we hardly did....we skipped school and rather goin back home used to gossip out tere in lawns....was the best part of life....
in case ur not caught doing any crap... u survive and  then the class starts with the attendadce that most matters in the schools....though less as compared to the colleges..... class starts off with a short, dark shaded, choclate perfumed,small neatly swept haired guy hoping to teach us maths....that guy i can neer forget in my lifetime....hated me like any other crap in the world...jsu becoz i was the best student at class....but not his follower...in his class i made record warnings and "sent offs"....and unlike the morning "sent offs" in which u can atlest leave the school, in this i've to stay back till the calss ends and also shud stand out the class till it ends....here the worstest of the humiliation arrives with the unhealthy fact that my juniors' class was right i front of our door...n they cud happily njoy their senior getting punished...
the class enda with me getting some visits to the principal office...which had been like a 2nd home for the no. of send offs of mine........
the rest of the classes in the day used to be rather pretty amazing...amusing at times.....the next best thing to be given the attention is the lunch break....actually the "breakfast break" since our break was at 10.30....it was the times whn actually we had the most of the unforgettble memories coming frm .... around 8-10 ppl eating from a single lunch box....not even leaving the girls apart...all having the breakfast together...this very coordination of the class...the feel of a family is something that m desperate to get back to....its comes at no cost....but comes from the memories of each other.....
i don completely say that coll life sucks big time....no never !@!!!....but then the professionalism in people..that which everone ought to have...hurts at times....  and this is the main reason i  miss my school life...
finally the day ends of with some couple of sports classes ... the times when we used to play cricket...or usually used to husk along with girls...talking to them...discussing on any rotten topics....gossiping on the class masala....pulling each other's leg....teasing one another.....and expecting that class to go on endlessly to the end of time.....so that v cud just sit along and chat for times ahead to come....and then supporting each other....parenting ourselves on the decisions....only suddenly to hear the loud school ring...indicating the "time up" of the day....when it was actually only quarter to 2....
heading back home in cycles is the most enjoyable end to the day....20 cycles riding togeter front and back....making random patterns, shouting at each other...used to be like some festival noons....best of the happiness comes at the least of the prices....but are priceless.....

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memories are what we live with,
schools best fits into it.
days that are gone and old,
times that our heart forever wil hold......

@ : salute to all those friends and schoolmates who have given me the perfect start to a wonderfull journey ahead called life...and for making those ever-remembered times....... 

10 April 2009

old memories....they hit hardest....


Talking of the old memories....schools play the largest part of it....history is all abt school n school is all abt history....friends, girls in special.......memories are fantastic if they are given by those who stay with u forever....jus moments that i cherish in my life are all those coming form the kendriya vidyalayas......the school that gave me a stand in the real world...even though i had schooling from a small place far off the limits of the modernised world outside....but the way they carved me was fairly good enuf that till now i can give my own stand anywhere and everywhere i foot upon......trust me small places have a lot in them a learn.....may be the best part of my schooling was the green nature i grew with....full tall grasses and fresh trees around...and the nature has always a say in ur world....
speakin of  friends and dear ones ... i miss almost each one of them....everyone has given me memories to cherish....a life that i wil always look back and thank them for..... n specially those who are stil with me stil hanging on with my crap ideas...i salute them for being so patient and so very beatiful to me in supporting me with all my decisions....
life has had dramatic changes since then..the boy to man....the chidhood to adulthood..the naivety to perfection..the half to full...the then to now....some wonderful moments have come and gone....but when i look back to the schools, the coll has been only a part of the ocean of my memories compared to school....WOW what a life was it...staying home...best of foods...classes ... tutions...those late late maths classes...till 11.30pm...the life of being in the NTPC townships....the peace around u....the chill sand on which u cud rest for the whole night in those hot dry summers...times when u can go out anytime in night and neednt worry any1 restricting u from dong anything...the freedom of riding bikes...unicorn...those lanes where u can actually sit al night n gossip open heartdly to ur best of friends....
then morning u wake up early just to find out that ur late to ur 1st class at school....n also that u have to go and command the morning assembly...give the pledge...."all indians are brothers and sisters" simultaneously gazing at some pretty looking chick....damn life was at its peak of fun...a life anyone wud love to have....

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with times to come....tides fade off.....but trust me this blog never will......

to be continued.........

frustated...take some space...may be that works


U cant blame someone who is chit chatting only bcoz ur frustated....makes no sense if u blame that person of something that even he's unaware of....what the heck....dont simply throw ur anger on someone just becoz ther's no one to listen to u....damn it bullshit....look at u u creepy creature .... if u cant take care of ur own then u stand no justice of expecting others to do so.....

1. U ego headed rascal simply wil listen whats on ur mind n den disturb others' silence wenever u want n then if someone does the replica of ur act u fu*king act like a physcho weirdo human.....

2.U need some1 to be good to u wen ur off ur mind????
first practice doing the same to them....

3.And u think ur the master of ur creations ... rightly so... but the others aren't dumb to put down their self respect n talk to u good wen ur bloody out of ur senses ....

4. trust me .... u make ur own image on a mirror n no one else can do it.... u pay for ur deeds ... u cry for ur voices ... u are the fate of ur own destiny....

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Carrying on with my tradition of being lazy ...

see u soon ... til then keep posting ... keep commenting ... comes at free of cost .....

09 April 2009

The Nascence...















Now all of a sudden i noticed that people around me have been blogging for a quite long time....to be very true its not the first time m putting my pen to my thoughts.....this is my 2nd blog....the first was a created when i was half way thro' my final year at high school.... things that time was pretty hazy...all the articles in my blog were about my friends and least abt me....although i deleted it wen i was in 2nd sem of my college life...a secret that i've kept to myself...i named it "The Reflection"
And this time around also m naming my blog on some kind of the same track that i started with....."ECHOES"....believe me things do get back to you once in ur life....may not be immediately effective....but nevertheless they stay a long time....
Pretty much of last para might be sounding quite illogical and senseless....but just stick with my blog for long and they will make way to much more to come.....
I m true believer of the fact that no one can change the root of anything .... let it be anything ... and i exclusively mean the root nature of any person.... trust me u can never alter a person from his/her beneath...they stay as what they are from inside forever .... they may mould sometimes to the external factors like friends and life... but at the end they stay as they are forever..... 
As for as the first readers of my blog are concerned u are welcome to the newest ever face of my written thoughts....may be with tides to come u all can make wonders.....but u need to know one thing trust comes from within giving rise to confidence .... 

When we do a task,
We have to cross three stages......

1st-INSULT
2nd-OPPOSITION
3rd-ACCEPTANCE

$$ Fools stop at the first $$

!!! Loosers stop at the second !!!

#### Winners Cross the Third ####


come...revive...survive...alive

This blog is to all those who are in for a great search to truth of life... may be.. i write wt eva i feel.. abt wtever i feel.. i don know wt ppl wil feel of it.. its jus my chancery of my heart....