12th October 2009

Morning 11 o’ clock, bang I entered in my room straight to my bed, frustrated with the cancelled classes and boring routines, was more pissed off because of the reason that I woke up early for the class and now there is no class and now I can’t even sleep because have a class in a while.
So I decided to read the newspaper and surf the net alongside. Yellow color of the newspaper pages were making the life even more dull making be believe that this newspaper is written by some of the oldest, boring and dull people on this earth. Anyways Facebook, Orkut, Gmail, Gtalk and Yahoomail was taking most of my time, their colors were the only colors that I enjoy in my room aura.
My friend just posted some pictures of his Manali visit and as I clicked on them, I felt totally different, felt so close to nature and it made me dream about the best things the nature has given us and here we are, far from it, always moving and taking steps toward the corporate and concrete jungle of the urban. On one side there are tress with their dark and cool shadow and on other side are sky kissing buildings with their humming temperature maintaining machines (AC), on one side there is soft green grass to walk on and on other side there are shiny glass like surface lined with tiles, nature has blessed us with birds and their sweet voices and on the other side we continuously hear those rings of phone and teacher’s lectures.
It made me remember my childhood days when I used to visit my grandparents in village, though we hated the journey at that time, because it was long, tiring and full of pollution, but as the bus use to pass through city lined with shops and houses on both the sides of the street towards the outside, the houses use to be replaced with fields and small katccha homes somewhere between the fields with cattle tied in front of them, we use to continuously look through the bus window for the things we like to watch, cattle, people working in fields, trees, tractors and so many things. But as soon as we get off the bus we were filled with energy, running, playing and teasing cattle, playing with dogs, my grandma use to bring me glass full of milk, days were like sleeping, flying kites, playing cards, going in the field with my grandparents, meeting my other relatives all the time but they were not drilling and irksome as days are now in the hostel now. It was so good, being so involved, spending your time with nature, with your beloved ones. Clean and sweet water from the well and clear sky complemented the happiness. At night we use to lie on the roof with our faces towards the sky, watching so many stars, like diamonds sparkling somewhere in the dark. Though I don’t know when was the last time I saw them, so many stars at a time.
We use to get up early in the morning and go on a walk with my granddad alongside fields and rough dusty tracks slowly discussing about things like plants, insects and other common things, I think that was because I was little too young but I loved those. During the sunny and hot afternoons we all guys use to go for swimming in nearby canals or tubewells.
There are so many things that I want to share but I think I won’t be able to as am feeling so nostalgic. Though now these are just memories. But it’s a dream to be there again and show my friends and her best things in life a person can get and that too without even paying anything. Ahh I miss those days.

-By D