When I'm alone and I start revisiting pages of my memory about my past, the most time I'm at my school and like a mad person i start laughing , sometime crying, sometime I go deeper and deeper in my thoughts that i start imagining a virtual world where I'm doing the things which i could not do due to one or other reason.
What a wonderful life was that!!
And more interesting, whenever I meet my school friends, I noticed one thing. We are still same for each other, nothing changed. I used to think that maybe life has given new name and meaning to the feelings which we used to have when we were together. We are calling each other by the same old interesting and funny names.
How's it possible?
I THINK answer to this question lies in a simple trait of human behavior. When a group of people face a life threatening and emotionally exaustive situation, they tend to develop a highly cordial relationship and great respect for each other. THATS WHAT HAPPENNED AT JNV.
Okay lets play a game.
Okay, come on, close your eyes for a moment and go back to the day we were about to enter the gate of the school for first time. All alone, with memories of home, family and friends. Some of us were scared. Some were weeping like never before. Think of those morning PT's and attendences which were not easily adjustable with our daily routines. Think of the fear of Bhaeji/Didiji.
Think of your first week, for some of you, your first month, for some of you, your 6th/9th class, when you were unchanged same as you were at your home. Now think of your class mates who were around you, who were your family now walking through same phase of life like you. Have you done?
Okay, Now close your eyes again and just fast forward your life to present day, thinking of all memorable moments you had at school and open your eyes. I'm sure you would be finding so many faces. You may be sitting this time with one of the face you have seen. You are
Lucky that you are still together.
The faces you have seen are your FRIENDS FOR FOREVER.
I miss my friends most, Like everyone of you. I miss enjoying the sunday morning and most awaited saturday night. I miss playing cricket, laughing at each other, mimickering teachers. I miss morning PT, jumping the gate without permission, planning for the cricket matches, sleeping in preps, wearing clothes of friends, I miss crying, i miss my friends appreciating me, humaliating me, making excuses. I MAY GO WRITING PAGES . I miss my whole ADVENTUROUS DAY there.
Mostly I miss the way my friends completed me, because they defined me in my life.
Miss you all.
