At this point of time I feel so insecure. The future is all bleak. I'm so scared about what tomorrow might bring to my life.

I am on the cusp of two road: Job or MBA?

On one side I am retrospecting in the past days of my childhood and busy in peeling off my childhood days to get an inkling of innocence which I think have died in me, other side it’s my carrier which is trying to get me out from my present hibernation period.

It has been eons and eons since I have touched my B-tech books and CAT material.

Standing where I am, I can surely blame the events which took the credit of repercussion, my friend suggested me to follow the path of spirituality which definitely will lead to peace and tranquility.

My dreams, my ambition and New Year resolution seems teasing me sitting in the corner of the room and I am unable to jab them by my firm determination which once was my biggest weapon.

I am succumbed.

---praveen

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Hope my last blog has given you a ride to your childhood days. Thanks for the comment and in between when I am trying to unearth my childhood days, I am getting more and more nostalgic.

The innocent “Praveen” has now become mature and more social. The labyrinth of myriad emotions and several factors has contributed a lot more effect. Sometimes I find myself in crossroad of life and I don’t want to come out of it. In between there comes different phases on which no-one has control of it.

Today, when I am on the way to unearth the childhood memories several pictures come in front of my eyes.

Let’s begin....

Picture 1: learning to ride a bicycle:

I remember the time I learned to ride a bicycle {thanks to my grandfather & uncle). I still remember the way my grandfather used to tag himself beside the cycle and run as I pedaled it along the roads of phulka naya tola from where I hail; Jamalpur. After which I got a ladies cycle (so that me and my sister both can use it) and was allowed to go to school taking my bicycle. I remember, at that time I was known for my cycle speed in my school and my friend Pankaj always accompanied me at the back. At that time my bicycle was more than a mercedies and every Sunday I along with my father used to oil to to keep it geared. 

Picture 2: playing hide and seek in the evening

In the busy schedule of today’s world, when I stare to those unlucky children who always enjoyed their evening time watching television and playing some sort of Pc game, my mind drives me back to my childhood days when I along with my neighbor used to play hide and seek. It was the most entertaining game.

 Life is full of never ending obstacles. Sometimes I fell to give up all the throat cutting competitions and ride back to childhood days, in the lap of our dearest families. I hardly remember the last time I have draped myself but this won’t be too easy.

After all life is a struggle. Ageing is truth……

I hardly remember the last time I dipped parle-G in water, I hardly remember the last time I had funs with water colors and crayons, hardly remember the last time I hold the hand of my parents in crossing the road……

But the memories are still cherished.

Growing old is mandatory but growing up is our choice…

And growing up always isn’t fun??

I am sure many of us miss childhood…

One way to get it back is keeping the kid in you alive..

Today and everyday…

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OUR TEACHERS

PANKAJ-----THE MASTER MIND

It’s like a vapour....a gust of wind..spouts from nowhere suddenly n u remember little "sumthings"...and makes u sigh "ah!!! those days"



21 years n 3 months...n pretty much stuff to remember:

1. St. Michael high school- golfinger party



1:10pm last period off...7 friends….. PANKAJ, SANDEEP, AMIT, PRAVEEN, MAUSAM, RASHMI & SNIGDHA….100 for Rs 5 only {so cheap those time}.

I and Pankaj marching towards golfinger dukan checking our pockets for money contribution, rest of our friends waiting for the golfinger, keeping an eye on our dearest teacher Rakesh Sir & Bipin sir.

These chores were there throughout our academic session until we left the school after our farewell….. 

SPORTS DAY

RASHMI

2: THE DAY WHEN WE USED TO MALINGER OUR CLASS……….       

I remember I was TAGORE HOUSE CAPTAIN, Mausam SCHOOL CAPTAIN. Pankaj SHASHTRI HOUSE CAPTAIN…
and we have so much of fun when there was such a special occasion like Annual Concert, sports day, teachers day, school day  etc etc etc…. during that time we always gave a false excuse when we don’t feel to attend those history classes by Miss Suchita, English class by our Sir Rakesh { now I feel the need of those grammar rules which we are supposed to cram up, when I am preparing for CAT}


3: WEEKLY CLASS TEST
Aaaah!!! How can I forget about those highly competitive exam ever faced in my life- our weekly test. Ha Ha Ha…

It was not so tough but to beat the rest of my friend in the exam was the toughest part in St. Michael.

Competition was so tough that many a times we got 100% marks in 5-6 continues test. loll

Sometimes it was me who topped the aggregate list or sometimes it was pankaj, Praveen, amit…not a fixed position of topper in weekly test…those were the days…those were the time when we used to study….

CLASS TEST- SIR AMITABH

But there was a girl Sweeta.. no one can beat her in history, civics & geography paper…!!!

4: forged signature in Hindi Copy

unfortunately I was very week in hindi grammar, there was lot of rules regarding in identifying alankar …….Pankaj topped the list in hindi and got 92 marks in board (amazing).

When ever we secured bad marks in test sir says to get signed the paper. And as usual, I neatly scribbled my father’s sign [verrrry unprofessionally]
n my teacher[Sir Manoj whom i can never forget] raised her eyebrows..!!!
and I gave amusing an innocent look as if I was beaten very badly to get it finally signed.

I got comment like if your performance in hindi continues like this you will hardly get 60+ marks in your board exam. Unfortunately I got 90 in hindi…ha ha ha…

SANDEEP

MIRACLE!!!
5. Tiffin- box and lunch break:

ADITYA- THE ROBOT

I bet you will think how voracious we were but believe me folks, we were not gourmand, it was the result of less Tiffin and more hands that food results only for less than 5 minutes in its very place. We have had a feeling of brotherly and sisterly relationship with all our class mates.

6. Assembly gathering and mic problem.!!!

Ha ha ha!! I still remember, how many times sir shifted the mic duty just because when there was some important day or speech, it was mic which added a good pleasure with its chaaaaai chuuuuuui awaz!!!

Every possible technology was imparted to make it chaaaaaaaai chuuuuuuuuii free but loll!!!! Every technology failed…..

Such was my school days and such are the incidents related to it.

PS:-- funny what nostalgia can do to u...and funny that we dont realise that the time we spend today is going to transform into nostalgia...it ll keep comin back...in vapours...and we'll sit back n sigh...we wont remember our marks[i forgot what i got last sem;)] but what we'll remember is the time we were thrown out of the class..its not the biggies but the tiny miniscule things which give nostalgia its perpetual sweetness....................

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