The Cherished Memories......

This is pic taken lat year, during the pujas.....
It was probably the best pujas for me. Back then each and every teen used to come down, to play and roam around. But time has changed. Now hardly anybody comes down. The whole place looks isolated, no noise of children shouting and running here and there. Moreover the weather stays gloomy all the time.
So, this pic becomes a cherished memory of mine....

My Photoshop Edits.....

What drives Me and My Group (All $tar$)......

"Which is the most resilient parasite of all????? A bacteria???A virus??? Nope...... An idea... Highly resilient and contagious...... Once it enters our body, i.e. sticks in our brain, it becomes highly difficult or even impossible to eradicate afterwards...... It drives people....."

I came across these words in a recent movie and realized that even our group was, and is, driven by ideas. There have been many occasions when we thought about doing something or had an idea to do something, and we did it. I don't know about the others, but it never came to my mind why actually we did it. The tasks we did weren't wrong, but tasks which some may call "a waste of time". Only thing which was in our mind while doing them was:

"It doesn't matter whether people like what we do or not, the only thing that matters is whether we are enjoying ourselves"

Even now we do thinks just because we came up with an idea to do it or got the idea from someone.....

People say that somethings never change.

In our case, it is true.......

Worth Remembering Now

The previous academic year was different than the other years i had experienced. It was a totally different system altogether, the way of teaching and all. It was also memorable for many reasons- friends, school, slacking etc. But the thing i remember the most took place a week or two before the boards.

It was four or five days after my birthday when it all started. The days were gloomy, not the weather, but the atmosphere in my house. Most of them were almost the same. There were only two words audible to my ears-

                      "Study" and  "Boards"

There were a few things that happened every day, like a time table. I used to get up around 7. There used to be a few books kept in front of me, but i simply ignored their presence. My mom used to come and tell me to study, and sometimes i got the words of wisdom from her. I used to take my books and go to my room (it used to feel like a well decorated prison cell). I used to read a few pages and solve the occasional numerical. I used to feel so bored that i created a new pass-time for myself- "staring at the clock".

After an hour or two i used to sneak out of my house and go play with the gang. When i returned home, my mom would be ready to shout at me. Things used to get crazier than usual sometimes. I would get angry and slam my room's door, sit aimlessly and think whether the others were facing the same music in their homes. One day, i heard the sound of my mobile vibrating. I was too angry to pick it up at that moment. A few hours later, i checked the inbox and saw a few messages from my friend saying:

" Hey dude wassup. How much have you covered? I am not having any interest in opening the     book....... and the quarrels make it even more frustrating......need to know whether i am alone in this matter.....do reply...."

Then i realized that i am not the only one facing the music. Reading that message gave satisfaction and an unexplainable interest to revise my chapters.

 I still can't make out why i got that feeling, but that feeling makes those days worth remembering now........