The Deeper Side-3… Memories
m a sanawarian couldn’t be prouder,
If u can’t hear me ill shout a little louder…
What’s in my school that wanted me to stay on and on. And live that life all over again which once upon a time i so hated and dint want.
Wats in ones school that now makes us want to live tht very life forever. ..and ever..
I wonder and probably ill never really know. Maybe the easy, unadultered life, the fun, trueness, and that sweetest air ever.
I wonder.
Which makes me remember someone once called me a hopeless romantic. Perhaps i am one.. wanting to forever live in the romance of childhood and school life. Away from this fucking cut-throat competition,–there, where standing up to ones friend meant more than anything else, and where winning the soccer match was more important than scoring even a 70%.
My school has given me more than i will ever know or imagine, and probably its the same with u too.
I went to sanawar about a month back. Memories flashed.. i remember running around in my games kit from here to there without the slightest of inclination that one day i would think about wat i wanted to be 5 yrs from then. It was like living in the moment, and for the moment. Tommorrow dint matter. Today was what mattered. And here i stand today, corrupted in thought, selfish in outlook and greedy about my future. I wonder when the innocence was lost
Have we really grown up?
sidharth…
You have actually put into words what lies in everyone’s heart. Many may admit and some may forbid this thought, but you have truely said that school life was a life in its own. And back then winning and display was more important than mere scoring. You actually remind me of a saying that the toughest days in our life are the most memorable of all and the best example is our school days. Wish we could live those days once again……………..
wot a piece… the chirstening of tis friend of mine as Sidharth is perhaps a deed as appropriate as “appropriate” can be…..he has achieved enlightenment….yes he has…An eternal dreamer dat he is, has in somewot led to the loss of innocence….lost halfway…or jus in a process of self discovery…..i dunno….couple of Vodka shots mite lead to clearer thinking…though it may not cleanse the adulterated mind….All sarcasm above my dear friends is actually a sadistic attempt to come clean to myself…something m still striving on…Shit!!! i don wanna sound like a sentimental fool…after all only few months to go b4 i get my MBA degree…crap!!! m at a loss whether i take his side or not…..but c-riously dude … be the way u r … ur memoirs hav caused a lot of heart burn in me …dat dose days r over … they really were wonderful…ya ya i know dat ws an overstatement!!! hehe typical me u know!!