Few words to write......

Its been long i played with words, sometimes i even have weird thought that my blog is half past dead, and there wont be my thoughts flowing as it does usually, but with a crescendo blowing up in my heart and ma bed occupied by a visiting friend( forced to burnt he midnight oil) i am daring to articulate some howling thoughts about my life as a student...

It started in a small classroom of a hindi medium school( in a small town of lovely Chhattisgarh), where we use to sit in a rug, and mom would apply me Iodex after class to soothe my aching neck. I was not sure what is an "education" then, still unclear and shameful though. But urge of my dear parents to get me and my 2 sweet bros in a convent english medium school ended me in a missionary school(probably the best of the town) with a strong resistant and occasional scene of crying and running from school i found there best teachers to whom with great respect, i would thank for their inviolable time and effort which induced in a dullard like me some sense. My learning, my training, my polishing, my thinking, my provoking, my initiating is all raised on those days of backbenches where punishment for uttering a single word (even - "abey") in our mother tounge "Hindi" used to be 5 bucks with 10 rose stick on the fingers and a day of floor sitting, i witnessed there how life changes when one moves to 9th grade onwards, and Bhasads like groupism, who is a padhakoo??, comments on the paleness of shirt, hey that one's mine all creep up and we were like Dude of our town, it was then i would cry to my daddy for riding the bike( it felt like stud then) and every stupid freak we were part of. With equal and powerful influence of my teachers, friends and parents i went on to another town for my studies after 10th to fight for the IIT - JEE, the dream of every 80+ on Maths and for few of obtuse like me it always remains the dream:)... But there is a lot more of events that i experienced in those 2 years, which gave me few flakes of wisdom i would always hold back. Ofcourse i got more dearest friends there which become more closer to me by everyday i live. My all founding is on those school days i wanna live them once more the same as we lived. They gave me the confidence to stand, itch to know more, to evaluate and disagree, to achieve and to fight for what i feel right ...and the most important it induced me respect for Learning....

With the memory of those days i am still a student, fearing to face the professional life.....