life can run so fast..that it sometimes becomes utterly difficult to match the pace.... i can still remember how i used to cry for not getting the batting and was always sent to do fielding near the boundary...when i was in class 5... and how i was madly in love with that girl who sat on the 3rd bench to the side of the window...when i was in class 7...
and now... i am already a sales manager...have even started earning....managing teams of people who have kids of my age... they call me boss... and i call them by first name... i make decisions worth lakhs of rupees when only a few years ago..i couldn't buy a 5-rupee pen without my dad accompanying me...
from Tinku ...to Chandra Mohan...to CMT....to Mr. Thakur ..the journey has really been fast... i want to go back to that school where i topped and all girls thought that i was cute.... i want to go back to that small town of mine ...where afternoons meant playing in the sun and not slogging to earn livelihood... the times when a ten rupee note from dad used to look as big as the World Bank or something.... when getting four cream biscuits meant achieving the final goal of life.... i hope my mom never comes to know how did that Amulya powder can emptied so soon...and where did all the gulab jamuns from the fridge vanished....or may be she always knew... and i thought i was just next to james bond or sherlock holmes... the way i used to plan all my moves for getting those gulab jamuns....
oh boy !!! can i just steal a few gulab jamuns again from that fridge..just to give it to that girl sitting on the 3rd bench to the side of the window....
3 comments:
I hope you are fine CMT. We did miss the charm this year. The stages missed you a lot and so did your juniors like me. And thankfully you are now on the blogosphere so these thirsty people will have the thirst quenched.
Couldn't have put the childhood feeling in better words. Yeah, everybody does it in a similar manner. Because I too think that maa will never realise where the laddoos vainshed or that the girl just next to my seat was the most beautiful girl I ever met.
aapka,
arvind
The blog depicts the life of all the kids...everyone.. very well!!
You have a special art of writing things that occur to one's mind schematically as one reads this blog!!
Gr8!
Love,
Neha
Gud Chandra, have great writings by you, janke khusi huyee ki tumhare bhitar ka lekhakabhi bhi jinda hai aur fal ful raha hai bera ashirvad humesa tumhare sath hai
have a nice time Ratna DIDI
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