It's vacation time again, as Hindu festivals are popping up around! Too bad I am not going home on Dusshehra (but would sure do on Diwali). Well, all those who are shocked at this decision, I must tell you that I have to travel too far(almost 1000km from Delhi) to reach my home unlike most of the other guys around. Anyhow it doesn't really makes a difference now, because I have been studying in a boarding school since I was in 7th Std.(Don't you know that? Well, I have got to make some confessions yet!) Yesterday night I got a call from my old school mate and got a bit nostalgic. And, as I have nothing better to do now a days, I was thinking about how life has changed over the course of time I have lived. Lets compare.
Living -
Earlier I was in an all-boys hostel with a no day scholars school. And there were as many as 'TWO' girls in the class of almost 100 people(data not precise and who the hell cares anyways?!). To top it off, no access to the outside world. Now that is some punishment. But still, since the school was made midst hill stations, lovely scenery and awesome weather soothed to the very extent they could.Plus, the awesome crowd of all type of boys from nerds to hunks to umm.. gays(Hey girls I am not one of them!), and the amount of extracurricular activity one got to indulge in was superb! I even watched my first Porn there(I said I would make confessions ;) ) and learnt about 'all good things' (haah!).
Hostel in college was different(I no more live in the hostel of my college). Even though it was an all-boys hostel, we sure got female access during the classes and outside(and if you ignore the beauty quotient, the rank this time was better). Also, we got access to the outside food which was not possible earlier! Mess food is common everywhere (sucking too the core), and whatever, let us talk about more tastier umm.. important things. If we talk about environmental beauty, sure Greater Noida is good, but nothing in comparison to Ranikhet(my Alma Mater). Crowd is good, but most of them suck to the core. And my campus sucks big time. No extra curricular activities too. So that makes us even on both sides. Yet!
Fun -
Fun earlier had a different meaning. Bunking one class in a month was like winning an Oscar. Eating a samosa or two and getting a sip of Coke in someones 'Bithday Bash' was like touching heaven.Talking with parents was the most lovable thing I have ever experienced there. We were allowed to talk on phone with parents only once a week, on a fixed day, and that too just for five minutes.Those five minutes were the most beautiful five minutes of my whole week! Nights were crazy. Eating tucks, celebrating, beating the shit out of anyone who is having a sound sleep(Lol!), listening radio of every match that India played, making Maggie in a boiler or eating it raw(Emergency saw the use of tap water too! Ha ha!) and casual chats for long hours. During days, shouting in class, playing pranks, cursing and abusing the shit outta everyone and anyone, stealing someones key and make him cry for it,and god knows what else happened! Playing sports was like performing day day to work. It was fun.
On entering this age what I may call is the 'College Age', the meaning and methods of fun change! If you don't believe me,come visit my flat (seeing is believing baby!). Soft drinks are replaced by beers,cycles are replaced by bikes, sleep is replaced by night outs, dancing.. well dancing never changes, slapstick is replaced by witty, Maggies made in boiler is replaced by Maggies bought on stalls, a 100 rs. pocket money which felt enough earlier is replaced by some thousands which still looks less, Nokia 1600 is replaced by Nokia N8 or Blackberries, small manageable fights turn into riots and a helluva lot of changes take place(if I count each and everyone, then who the hell will read my blog?). And anyhow, you need not read them because you know them already.
We are still even.
Friendship -
Now this radar will strike some beeps. Friendship earlier was simple, filled with innocence.When someone called you to have a spoon of Maggie, he really meant that by heart. It wasn't just a formality. If you got sick, everyone of your class would stop by (many to grab the tasty food we get in hospital but still, they did). Chatting time was endless. We can talk for as short as 15 minutes in recess and still prove a point, or we can get a gossip stuck even though we talked for whole night and realized P.T. teacher(read Mr. Bankoti) is all eager to eat our assess. Leg pulling and bullying was the hottest thing around, still when it came to unity we were together, like a 'family'.
As we grow mature, friendship finds newer meanings. Some friends that we make are purely benefit based, some are only greeting based most of whom we don't know just recognize, and some are friends for soul. The third one are the toughest to find. I am saying this because till the time we reach this age, we learn 'comparison'. Comparison on any shitty base one can't even imagine of.Be it money, cast, creed, place, college, branch and what not. On top of that, I personally feel that the lot of good, 'real' people are running short of this world. They don't make good men anymore, as my father would say. Between that somewhere, the essence of friendship is crushed heavily. But still, we do find friends that are for keeps (although hard it may sound). As I always say, quality matters, quantity doesn't. Innocence is lost way before the virginity does.
So, here's the end result.Though I make my Ranikhet period of life win, my College life is in no way less.There I made the sweetest memories of my life, and here I am learning the toughest lessons that growing up brings.
This one to all my boarding pals -
Adios! :)
Living -
Earlier I was in an all-boys hostel with a no day scholars school. And there were as many as 'TWO' girls in the class of almost 100 people(data not precise and who the hell cares anyways?!). To top it off, no access to the outside world. Now that is some punishment. But still, since the school was made midst hill stations, lovely scenery and awesome weather soothed to the very extent they could.Plus, the awesome crowd of all type of boys from nerds to hunks to umm.. gays(Hey girls I am not one of them!), and the amount of extracurricular activity one got to indulge in was superb! I even watched my first Porn there(I said I would make confessions ;) ) and learnt about 'all good things' (haah!).
Hostel in college was different(I no more live in the hostel of my college). Even though it was an all-boys hostel, we sure got female access during the classes and outside(and if you ignore the beauty quotient, the rank this time was better). Also, we got access to the outside food which was not possible earlier! Mess food is common everywhere (sucking too the core), and whatever, let us talk about more tastier umm.. important things. If we talk about environmental beauty, sure Greater Noida is good, but nothing in comparison to Ranikhet(my Alma Mater). Crowd is good, but most of them suck to the core. And my campus sucks big time. No extra curricular activities too. So that makes us even on both sides. Yet!
Fun -
Fun earlier had a different meaning. Bunking one class in a month was like winning an Oscar. Eating a samosa or two and getting a sip of Coke in someones 'Bithday Bash' was like touching heaven.Talking with parents was the most lovable thing I have ever experienced there. We were allowed to talk on phone with parents only once a week, on a fixed day, and that too just for five minutes.Those five minutes were the most beautiful five minutes of my whole week! Nights were crazy. Eating tucks, celebrating, beating the shit out of anyone who is having a sound sleep(Lol!), listening radio of every match that India played, making Maggie in a boiler or eating it raw(Emergency saw the use of tap water too! Ha ha!) and casual chats for long hours. During days, shouting in class, playing pranks, cursing and abusing the shit outta everyone and anyone, stealing someones key and make him cry for it,and god knows what else happened! Playing sports was like performing day day to work. It was fun.
On entering this age what I may call is the 'College Age', the meaning and methods of fun change! If you don't believe me,come visit my flat (seeing is believing baby!). Soft drinks are replaced by beers,cycles are replaced by bikes, sleep is replaced by night outs, dancing.. well dancing never changes, slapstick is replaced by witty, Maggies made in boiler is replaced by Maggies bought on stalls, a 100 rs. pocket money which felt enough earlier is replaced by some thousands which still looks less, Nokia 1600 is replaced by Nokia N8 or Blackberries, small manageable fights turn into riots and a helluva lot of changes take place(if I count each and everyone, then who the hell will read my blog?). And anyhow, you need not read them because you know them already.
We are still even.
Friendship -
Now this radar will strike some beeps. Friendship earlier was simple, filled with innocence.When someone called you to have a spoon of Maggie, he really meant that by heart. It wasn't just a formality. If you got sick, everyone of your class would stop by (many to grab the tasty food we get in hospital but still, they did). Chatting time was endless. We can talk for as short as 15 minutes in recess and still prove a point, or we can get a gossip stuck even though we talked for whole night and realized P.T. teacher(read Mr. Bankoti) is all eager to eat our assess. Leg pulling and bullying was the hottest thing around, still when it came to unity we were together, like a 'family'.
As we grow mature, friendship finds newer meanings. Some friends that we make are purely benefit based, some are only greeting based most of whom we don't know just recognize, and some are friends for soul. The third one are the toughest to find. I am saying this because till the time we reach this age, we learn 'comparison'. Comparison on any shitty base one can't even imagine of.Be it money, cast, creed, place, college, branch and what not. On top of that, I personally feel that the lot of good, 'real' people are running short of this world. They don't make good men anymore, as my father would say. Between that somewhere, the essence of friendship is crushed heavily. But still, we do find friends that are for keeps (although hard it may sound). As I always say, quality matters, quantity doesn't. Innocence is lost way before the virginity does.
So, here's the end result.Though I make my Ranikhet period of life win, my College life is in no way less.There I made the sweetest memories of my life, and here I am learning the toughest lessons that growing up brings.
This one to all my boarding pals -
कुछ यादों के तोहफे
कुछ यादों के तोहफे उठा के चला हूँ , उठा के चला हु कुछ बोझ रिश्तों के,
कुछ लम्हे चुराए हैं मैंने हसी के, कुछ पल भुलाये हैं मैंने आंसुओं के,
कुछ गीत हैं याद जो गाया करते थे संग,कुछ रास्ते हैं भूले जो चला करते थे संग,
कुछ छींटे रंगों के अभी भी बदन पर हैं, कुछ घाव शब्दों के अभी भी ज़हन में हैं
न मै भूल पाउँगा चाह कर भी, न मै भूलना चाहता हु भूल कभी
वो दिन, वो रातें
Adios! :)
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