It's a fine morning once again. So called winter just have heralded in Kolkata and temperature going little down. In the midst of all these I am gearing up for my day again. I am rushing as usual lest I don't miss my office bus. Like always, boarding on the bus only I started looking for window seat and I comfortably settled in. As the bus started rolling on, I started thinking about my daily works. Sometimes, the day is too boring or monotonous. The same road, same circle of people and same way to lead life. I plugged in my iPod to keep me abstained from the daily din and bustle of daily life. Let the life be confined by myself only for a while. Today my iPod is playing "Pal yeh rehen na rehen yaad ayengey yeh pal". I moved back. I moved back 10 years to my schooldays.
It is not like same day like yesterday. Half-yearly exam has just ended yesterday. It's a sense of relief. We are rushing to catch the bus. Boarding on the bus only, my eyes are looking for whether Saptarshi and Ruku has been boarded or not. I quickly settled down. As the bus rolls on, so our hue and cry. Next stoppage, Mayukh boards on. We have started discussing our yesterday's maths paper s if we are toppers of LHV. Our discussion is loud enough to reach upto the girls' of our competitor's school. We have made sure that our groups' presence is felt on the bus moreover in the heart's of us. The day of Class XI. Mayukh, Ruku, Avijit and myself sits in the the third bench from right first. Class teacher Bani Aunty starts rolls calls being much surprised to find the huge attendance today. Nabendu have urged," Aunty, we have our festive season before long, Please today end up the class early for our rehearsals". the early release make the front benchers Souvik and Debashree to open the IIT Physics. We, the gang of Karunamoyee, have started our gossips. Satabdi is impressed by Mayukh. Raktima rejected Bidhan's fifth proposal while Avijit rings his "Murgi" speaking watch. Our images are much important importantly before girl's room. Math's teacher Ashish Sir enters the room. He declares, "Those who has not done their Hyperbola home work, keep standing on". Whole class stands on in class then before the girl's class. We, the group kept kneel down together. Bell, bell, bell. Time for lunch hours. Time when we are much interested to find what Mayukh brings in lunch then what we have in our box. Time for daily walk round the school. Ruku has some mischievous plan and friends to support him. Avijit is robbed in lonely alley. The money we have collected enough for the jhalmuri and poor Avijit only granted return fare to home. Bell, bell, bell. Now, time for Physics practical. Avijit and myself paired up. I know today Avijit not going to help me during Reflection test. While I am struggling to pin-point the pins in light movement. Avijit comes up with short cut of pointing against light. The final bell rings and we have rushed for our home back again in the the group.
My mobile rings up only when my thoughts breaks up. I was lost in my schooldays. My team member told me he would not be able to come in office today. I granted. I kept recollecting, the days when we used to be absent from school and pleading for the action notes.
Decade has been passed since then. Time has changed much. Had I knew in my last day in school that we in the group will not even reassemble once in next 10 years. Mayukh in Boston, Ruku in Noida, Avijit in Connecticut and myself floating here and there. Had I knew, after the group of school friends, even in next 10 years I couldn't make any single friendship. Now, I started feeling, realizing and missing my schoolfriend. Time when everyday we are getting alone, the memories of schooldays means so much close to me.
How can I forget my day in School? The first day when we joined the school on 1991 without even thinking of getting off on 1999. The day Dipika Aunty marked my Math's paper with V.V.Good that stemmed my love for Mathematics. The sad day when I fought and broke up friendships with very close friend without knowing we won't talk ever in future. I still miss my Math's paper and the following relief. My tears of Joint Entrance and grins of HS Result. The flavours of Jhalmuri we used to have together, is never present in any other dishes. The sound of music in Skhitri Utsav, still reverbartes in my ears. The very limited independence we enjoyed in School's strict discipline, I hardly enjoy the same even being alone in abroad. Time has changed much. So much that now everything is memories. The sweet memories that are asset of my life.
Even while dealing with thousands of colleagues in professional life, I miss the company of school friends. The blog is just to let all my schoolfriends know how much important they are to me. I spent my life's best part in my beloved school. The time will never return. 10 years passed since then. Still the golden memories are so vivid in my mind's canvas. My iPod keeps playing...
....Pal rehen yah na rehen, yaad ayengey yeh pal.
It's GOD's gift. I am an LHVian. Chanchal.
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