Nostalgia, Boooks, time........
Its already 12:23 A.M in the clock announcing the end of my sunday, and I am siting here wasting one more day,in all it's totality...
Yes, something, I am becoming increasingly gud at ..
Nothing to do, nor inclined on doing anything..laziness extending in all the veins of mybody,flowing with my blood....
Roaming on the terrace, I, after quiet a long time, slipped into the intoxicating feeling of nostalgia.Yes,its intoxicating, gives a feeling of reliving the lost moments of life,just by visualising them once again..
I realise that I have the habit of not looking back at what I have left.It's almost an year,I believe, when I sincerely thought of my school days, the days of my first school Keshari Devi Kanoria Vidya Mandir, all of sudden, the days of that school revived in my memory, & I felt as if all those days have passed just a day before.
All my childhood days just came before my eyes, all my friends, with whom I had shared all the childhood fancies one can imagine, discussed all the professions I wanted to get in,all the non-sense stories I could make.
The hilly terrains around my house, where we discussed all the possible pranks,played all kind of child games..kho-kho,kabaddi,kanchi(marbles),what not..
All my school teachers to whom I remember in the order of severity of punishments they inflicted students..our school was famous in this respect..discipline, punishment, uniformity.
Tiwari ,Prasad, and yes yogita Bali mam......, whom we feared like hell, and all the PT teachers who were poarticularly famous for their unimaginable creativity in giving new dimensions to the act of punishment.
My NRC school, Mumbai, where I just passed an yr, and time passed so quickly,couldn't culticate enough monets even to ponder...
All the days of my NRC school also became lively in my mind..
Then my IndRayon school, the school which was more of college.
The very class I entered in,was particularly famous for it was pervaded with al the hooligans, any one can expect.
Then the other side, the besyt of ambitious and mature students, all the kind of best ppl,that can gather at one common place.
The series of punishments offered to aour class routinely by making us stand in front of Principal office,to humiliate us,to instill in us a feeling of shame.
On the contrary,we always took them as a matter of honour, an acheivememnt...
A chat with a school frnd yesterday revived all the stories..
Man it's been a quick journey....
Ten yrs, is such a short time...
The college, man ,four years, and it seems as though they ended, before they even begun...
I am still unable to accept the fact that I actually don't have to go to college when I will wake up in the morning.
No more night-long gatherings,in which we discussed about anything abd everything..
The internals (exams), which gave rise to many unseen, unimagined blends in the personality of the students.
Some read like worms, some played till the end,till the realisation of exam actually shook them,till the marks afraid them of flunking till the core..
Exams were indeed fun.....
We made all possible preparations for exams, got tea, arranged music, everything that will keep us awake night-long.Before we could finally realise, that its these arrangements that we more interested in than studying..
We even ventured to troddled 2 km. to the railway station, on foot, at 01:00 A.M. to have a cup of tea, as it was the only place,we could get tea at that time...
Man, everything on the name of study ,except study...
And yes, the innumerable love-stories of all friends discussed with such an attentive seriousness as if they were matter of national security....
Hehe, nostalgia is indeed intoxicating..
By the way, I came here today to list some of the books I have read and ...the books r the only way out here, they also give rise to the sense of nostalgia,every book has it's own associated memories...
Why?
Just to satisfy my bibliophilic insticts....
Every book finished,indeed gives me a feeling of acheivement..
I will mention them category-wise...
Fiction:
Double Deal
Rage of the angels
The sky is falling
Untouchables
Lajja
Hound of Baskervilles
The Prometheus Deception
Are you afraid of Dark
5 pt someone
One night@call centre
The Alchemist
Non-Fiction:
A brief history of time
Long walk to freedom
Experiments with truth
Mein Kamph
Rich Dad,poor Dad
Okie, after that description of nostalgiac feelings, its indeed odd to mention my book-love and am not going any way further.
Just that any suffestion for any gud buk is welcome...!!
Yes, something, I am becoming increasingly gud at ..
Nothing to do, nor inclined on doing anything..laziness extending in all the veins of mybody,flowing with my blood....
Roaming on the terrace, I, after quiet a long time, slipped into the intoxicating feeling of nostalgia.Yes,its intoxicating, gives a feeling of reliving the lost moments of life,just by visualising them once again..
I realise that I have the habit of not looking back at what I have left.It's almost an year,I believe, when I sincerely thought of my school days, the days of my first school Keshari Devi Kanoria Vidya Mandir, all of sudden, the days of that school revived in my memory, & I felt as if all those days have passed just a day before.
All my childhood days just came before my eyes, all my friends, with whom I had shared all the childhood fancies one can imagine, discussed all the professions I wanted to get in,all the non-sense stories I could make.
The hilly terrains around my house, where we discussed all the possible pranks,played all kind of child games..kho-kho,kabaddi,kanchi(marbles),what not..
All my school teachers to whom I remember in the order of severity of punishments they inflicted students..our school was famous in this respect..discipline, punishment, uniformity.
Tiwari ,Prasad, and yes yogita Bali mam......, whom we feared like hell, and all the PT teachers who were poarticularly famous for their unimaginable creativity in giving new dimensions to the act of punishment.
My NRC school, Mumbai, where I just passed an yr, and time passed so quickly,couldn't culticate enough monets even to ponder...
All the days of my NRC school also became lively in my mind..
Then my IndRayon school, the school which was more of college.
The very class I entered in,was particularly famous for it was pervaded with al the hooligans, any one can expect.
Then the other side, the besyt of ambitious and mature students, all the kind of best ppl,that can gather at one common place.
The series of punishments offered to aour class routinely by making us stand in front of Principal office,to humiliate us,to instill in us a feeling of shame.
On the contrary,we always took them as a matter of honour, an acheivememnt...
A chat with a school frnd yesterday revived all the stories..
Man it's been a quick journey....
Ten yrs, is such a short time...
The college, man ,four years, and it seems as though they ended, before they even begun...
I am still unable to accept the fact that I actually don't have to go to college when I will wake up in the morning.
No more night-long gatherings,in which we discussed about anything abd everything..
The internals (exams), which gave rise to many unseen, unimagined blends in the personality of the students.
Some read like worms, some played till the end,till the realisation of exam actually shook them,till the marks afraid them of flunking till the core..
Exams were indeed fun.....
We made all possible preparations for exams, got tea, arranged music, everything that will keep us awake night-long.Before we could finally realise, that its these arrangements that we more interested in than studying..
We even ventured to troddled 2 km. to the railway station, on foot, at 01:00 A.M. to have a cup of tea, as it was the only place,we could get tea at that time...
Man, everything on the name of study ,except study...
And yes, the innumerable love-stories of all friends discussed with such an attentive seriousness as if they were matter of national security....
Hehe, nostalgia is indeed intoxicating..
By the way, I came here today to list some of the books I have read and ...the books r the only way out here, they also give rise to the sense of nostalgia,every book has it's own associated memories...
Why?
Just to satisfy my bibliophilic insticts....
Every book finished,indeed gives me a feeling of acheivement..
I will mention them category-wise...
Fiction:
Double Deal
Rage of the angels
The sky is falling
Untouchables
Lajja
Hound of Baskervilles
The Prometheus Deception
Are you afraid of Dark
5 pt someone
One night@call centre
The Alchemist
Non-Fiction:
A brief history of time
Long walk to freedom
Experiments with truth
Mein Kamph
Rich Dad,poor Dad
Okie, after that description of nostalgiac feelings, its indeed odd to mention my book-love and am not going any way further.
Just that any suffestion for any gud buk is welcome...!!
