The last exam has been completed for my 8th grade. Everybody is happy to see the future for rest of studies into the secondary school.
I was shy in nature; I was always in discipline during my complete studies. While sitting alone on the bench 3A putting my heart and soul within art of perfection, under a weeping, all among the feeling alone.
Abhay surprisingly observed my rare stillness missing itself into a quiet. He asked,
"What are you taking your mind upon? Yet, again planning to down another goal?".
"No, I am just..." I got stammered in a while.
I had always personalized myself to be focused throughout the process. But the stillness of lips and inner conflicting soul didn't get emerged always in the casual. It was against my taste of personality, the one with "Angry-Young Boy!"
It started showing themselves similar amongst on them. I had no close friends, had the focus on my abilities. The moments were passing very fastly without any control.
The reality that the auspicious and happy moments pass in the fast and furious manner was proving to be correct there.
I was just thinking about the career life after the private
school and into the government senior secondary school.
Moments keep just passing in front like mocking on my madness saying,
"Puneet, you are disciple, got treasured as well! but yet, you lost a lot more than the one you have gained!"
"You lost the wandering mischiefs of your childhood while into your books!
You failed at making friends, and after all, you haven't made any nightingale, the "Queen For Dreams!"
Those passing out moments were true, I had just gained a penny! Yet, had missed the entire sea of treasure!
The sea which could never be drained! The one with bitter and sour memories with the classmates.
Those classmates which could also be my life-mates!
I was very dreadful about my upcoming future without my lifetime friend the Abhay!
You would be surprised to know that in my life, I had just two true friends or you can say my next two brothers.
One was till 5th standard grade and other hold my hand on the way from
6th!
The thing of great tragedy is that both had the same name!
I wondered a while about the life
without him, his absence in the life, the value of his presence which always let me to live in the present, hovering over the success.
Living without him for a while was out of syllabus question. I got beaten by myself to even say anything, to share my heart and thoughts with him at the last wish of time.
"What are you thinking, "The Silent Killer"?
asked English Teacher Mamta Mam.
"Nothing, nothing mam..." I got answered and survived!
"I know your cause of worry" Mam asked further.
The words were difficult but sufficient. Powerful enough to make the flame of a candle in open to be better extinguished!
"You know, you have got 99 in English?" Mam said pleasantly.
"Yes Mam, Thanks for your hardship making the skills glowed!" I answered in a low voice.
"Don't you know the place of fault? I can bet about as you know it!" Mam asked willingly.
"Mam, one mark would has been deducted for my mistake. I had done it in Direct and Indirect Narration Speech area" I said while answering simply.
"That's the reason for which I appreciate you!
Always be like that the Puneet, and in your upcoming academics and life, just be happy and be blessed" while getting etting blessing through Mam.
On that day, I was remembering the picnic tour which I had refused just due to some summative exams!
May there be some positive memories for the entire life just through the classmates.
I can remember some of their memories when Harendra (my classmate then) had given the
name as a horse and that funny comment and moment is alive, yet which tickles me.
Sujal (another classmate) had advised him to eat the grams like a horse!
I had heard about farewell ceremonies but didn’t ever be a part of them,
May it be the 8th or the 10th standard. I really didn’t ever think about those scenarios which took place suddenly without any good interval of time.
It is the feeling to feel those sweet or bitter tastes of life for all of us, the classmates or the friends.
Sameer was very intelligent as once he had asked me to give the solution of a mathematical problem. I did the same, and by coincidence the same question was asked in the Formative Assessment after about an hour!
I remember that question from a junior student who had asked me (since I don’t know as for what I was well known there)
“Bhaiya Ji, where would you study now? Through the small curious lips of a little soul.
When that time came, I didn’t realize it. That day, I didn't had any interest about fellow friendships and about my classmates.
But now after about 5 yrs, while sitting alone, the thought came about those past moments. The ones I had missed to grab to make them mine forever!
I felt so distressful about not valuing that time. They were the moments not for coming every day.
Neither friends nor the classmates will have the certainty to meet again in this
life…
But after all, I had a good classroom, but the happiness of a single farewell wasn’t there in my fortune...
-PUNEET SHUKLA
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