I have written letters previously for some online magazines but this article is something very close to my heart. All other articles were just creations of my crazy, weird mind or inspired from the incidents from my own life. I have always been very private person and personally don’t like to share my thoughts, feelings and even my near ones with others.
But, this time chachi Ms. Mani Padma has finally convinced to share my views and even share some of my feelings to the rest of the world.
I am sorry if you feel that I have not been able to write this article as good as someone else would have done but please excuse me as this is the first time I am sharing a part of me and not a part of my mischievous mind …
This is dedicated to all my “strangers”
I am just 16years and 2 months old and I haven’t seen the world as much like philosophers to write a book on life.
But from the past 16 years of my experience I can surely say that life is a journey and mine has been a quite remarkable one till now. It’s been so interesting that it feels like a destination itself. Now, at 16, when I am leaving my school and taking a step further I have realized that journey of life is full of changes.
The journey that began as a new born moves on with his stupid games in the mud, from a crying schoolboy unwilling to go to school to a kid always wanting to play, time passes by and in the journey of our boy comes another day…many of the strangers (who he calls now friends) meet him for one last time… and some inexplicable feelings (he calls them emotions) conquer his mind… for a while and what remains is another feeling of fear… fear of not getting to spend 6 hours with friends anymore… fear of not being able to be himself and among his people… fear of not being able to see his first crush..
But the journey of life never stops and in the life of that boy comes another day, some other moments of happiness, and probably some other people whom he starts to call friends (but deep inside his heart he knows that these people are not friends according to his definition of friends which he learnt from some ‘strangers’ when he was young) But somewhere deep inside his heart a nostalgia remains. I hope that this nostalgia remains alive though hidden somewhere in hearts of each one of you. Let me share some of mine.
The nostalgia of the fun during the games period, of the smell of the mud and the masti on the park swings during the rains, nostalgia of pretending to be sick on the day of the test and forcing your mother to write a totally false absentee note, of the bicycle races on the way home from school, of the pranks we played on our friends, of imitating teacher, of running wild in the playground…
I believe each and every one of us faces these nostalgia’s and many more during our chats with ourselves…
Today at this point of my life it looks as if yesterday was a lot better than today. Frankly I probably would want to go back in time and spend the last 7 years of my school again but if yesterday is better than today then we can make tomorrow even better than yesterday. Let me tell one of my own experiences very close to my heart.
After our school farewell we friends were walking towards the bus stop. I was on the phone with one of my friends who had chosen to skip the farewell. The 200 metre walk from the school to the stop usually takes 5 minutes as I was talking to my friend I realized that I did not leave anything behind in school, I was carrying all my knowledge and my character with me and all my friends were still there. I realized that leaving the school was a desirable change as I did not loose anything. I will always be grateful to my school for developing me the right way but I realized that it is not something I want to hold onto for the rest of my life but if leaving school means leaving friends and teachers and all the things we learnt then that is not a desirable change and we should take control of our lives and not let undesirable changes happen. The walk felt like eternity. It was an inexplicable feeling in my heart. I didn’t want to go back to school… and I wished to walk with these people for the rest of my life… the journey felt like a destination then…
How our tomorrow will be depends a lot on the choices we make today. It depends on how much we control our lives and what we want from our lives, wherever we go tomorrow, whatever we do, whether we are happy or sad, we will always have the memories of these magic moments and we can have many more of these magic moments in future.
We can either move on and meet new people in the process or we can stay back with what we already have. Whatever our decisions may be but we will always have the memories of these magic moments….