I Miss School..

I still remember our Farewell day. I knew what the day meant. I knew what it represented. I knew it was the final page of a novel much longer than a J.K. Rowling classic. I also knew that, come April, I would not be returning.

I think we are all familiar with the lyric: “You don’t know what you’ve got til it’s gone.” This is true.

Well, the following verse reads: “They paved paradise and put up a parking lot.” I feel like my parking pass has expired.

I miss my friends.

I miss walking around campus.

I miss texting my friends and making plans to meet somewhere.

I miss having to apologize for being a “few” minutes late.

I miss hearing people complain about their marks.

I miss the morning chapel.

I miss having people tell me about their problems.

I miss sitting at a table cracking jokes with friends.

I miss kicking people on their birthdays and vice versa.

I miss wearing a tie.

I miss going to my friends’ houses and being served food.

I miss playing football every morning.

I miss breaking my glasses. (I haven’t broken one in over 16 months!)

I miss following a routine.

I miss navigating my way through crowded hallways.

I miss walking up to the Park Street/Maidan metro station.

I didn’t write this entry so people can feel sorry for me. Nor did I write it so people can tell me to look forward to the future. I will be fine. I wrote it because I thought it was important to get this off my chest. I wrote it for the people in my position who might feel the same way – and if you don’t, I hope to be where you are one day, soon. I wrote it for the people currently in school, so they can cherish every single second of the experience.

Cheers! 🙂



:I don’t generally scribble in Hindi. This was just one time before leaving school, a little something that I had written for my friends. 🙂

Picture courtesy: Debankar Moulik

Picture courtesy: Debankar Moulik

Kuch baatein bhooli hui..

Kuch pal beetey hue..

Har galti ka ek naya bahana..

Aur phir sabke nazar mein aana..

Exam ki poori raat jaagna..

Fir bhi sawaal dekh kar sar khujlana..

Mauka milte hi school bunk maarna..

Aur doston ke saath ghoomne jaane..

USEY dekhne roz school jaana..

Dekhte dekhte yes sir/yes ma’am bolna..

Har pal ek naya sapna..

Aaj jo tootey phir bhi hai apna..

Ye school ke din,

Phir na milenge yaad rakhna..

Inn palo ko jee bhar ke jeena..

Yaad kar har roz.. muskurana.. 🙂