When I was a child, I couldn’t wait to grow up. But now that I’ve grown up, I realize writing imposition and standing under the sun during PT classes were any day better than living an incompetent life in a disgraceful real world.
The time spent
with friends within the walls of our school undoubtedly contributes to most of my
childhood memories. Pen fights, passing lunch boxes, throwing chalk pieces,
shooting paper bullets, giggling at strict teachers…we have done it all.
Thanks to
technology; those kids who once upon a time were together inside a classroom in
uniforms gathered virtually from across the globe after about 20 years and
became active conversationalists. If not childhood friends, I don’t think
we could talk with much ease, without any inhibitions.
From where we
left in the mid-90s, things have definitely changed for each of us. Like…this
boy who was chubby, who was so white, who punches others, who teases everyone, who
breaks pencils and rulers, who eats my food and who makes faces at the class
when punished. I thought he would grow up to become a Gabbar Singh, the anti-hero of that era who
represented villainy.
But what is he now? He
is very witty, also a hopeless romantic who talks endlessly about his affectionate
wife and mischievous son. He sings beautiful love songs and is very encouraging
- the kind of the guy who brings in high-spiritedness to the lives of those
around him.
I regret for being so
wrong; unlike what I presumed, he grew up to become a Shah Rukh Khan and
not an Amjad Khan :)
#MondayMusings