As it ascends to dawn, the calmness of the long night as well as the buzzing night preys weakens and the daily charm enlightens up. After a long hard work of a day, rises another hard working day. It could have been a holiday, if it was a Saturday yesterday. Giving a thought about the past weekend and steadily looking forward for another one. Holidays, for which we long for the most.
The calmness of the roads is being charmed by the birds with their elegant noise. People, coming out the houses, stepping forward for a daily morning walk. The roads being clean by the late night’s drizzle. I woke up looking at my watch to find the time too fast and myself being so late. Working haphazardly with the daily work, I step outside disorganised, explaining myself to be late for college. Stepping through the old rugged terrains outside my house, I stride down the road to reach the vicinity to get a mode of transportation.
The school going children making quite an atmosphere and obliges me to my memories. The memories of my childhood, the days when going to school was almost going to hell. But such a thought appears as a foolish thought. Who would have thought about college during school days, to get an idea of hell (literally speaking)? The atmosphere becomes much more intense as one reaches the college. With the so called high CC bikes making a raving and equally disturbing thud. Never-the-less the cars and the TATA NANO’s (Auto-Rickshaw) as well. As the classes begin in a small shudder with all sort of nonsense, the nonsense of DRESS CODE. Some of the classes being funnier with some extra spice like by giving live examples, some being writing classes to pen down the contents on the board and some being real serious like appearance. This is the few which gives a small enthusiasm to the students to learn. Some come prepared and some un-prepared; some dictate and some write. One making all sorts of baloney like striking of the attendance for a week or a ten pages imposition for a topic which was to be discussed, but asked some unfortunate students.
Then there lies a long journey back. Now the folks become larger in number. The larger the number, the larger is the clamour. Sitting in a sandwiched auto lies a journey back; back to my house, procuring the shufti of the vast sea; the Bay of Bengal. Along with it is a fresh zephyr and nevertheless the stingy smell of the dried fish. The day ends up with me sitting in front a Liquid Crystal Display screen and …..
