Nostalgia

Class XI It seems just yesterday when the classes for standard XI commenced for our batch on 16th April 2009. I won’t ever forget the date because the very next day was my birthday and I had grumbled quite a load of times for having to go to school, even on Saturday. The very first day had nothing so special about it except for our bursting enthusiasms and our school’s special morning assembly conducted for welcoming us, the students of class 11 to H.S.M.S, the real hell and prison without the slightest awareness that we were getting roasted under the scorching heat of the sun. You need to "move your toes" the entire time till our founder president was done with with the explaining of his entire travel route all the way from Springfield to our school with his "Me and my wife". No I won’t say HSMS was a hell then for it was the next two consecutive years that followed which were scary to their true extent. We being home students were accustomed to this inhuman ...

Life is so strange. At certain stages of our lives we dream of something, we spin our world of fantasy, yet when we grow up ,our desires and aspirations also change with time and we tend to forget and come out of our childhood imaginations. But those yearnings still dwell somewhere in our minds although dormant however we try to shoo it away with our pragmatic ideas and remark them as "absurd". There are a few things that I have always dreamed of since childhood but now feel ashamed of confronting them with the fear that people may call me immature. Although I do not particularly care about people but I feel the heat of more important issues to be dealt with in life than those and since our mind develops with age, our thought process also undergoes continuous transformation and we no longer feel like feeling the same feelings that we once felt in the bygone years over again. Yet as I said the desire still remains deep inside our soul like a baby in the mother'...