Three hours in class, I am totally drained,
I feel so sleepy, feel so brained,
I wanna step out, I wanna run away,
But i decide to sit, Just another hour to bear.
My eyes are gonna close,
I try to keep them open,
That I will not doze,
Is all I am hoping.
The monster relentlessly goes on and on,
It seems after night, there is no dawn,
He writes illogical stuff on the board,
My brain is too tired to take the load.
My attention wavers. I drift off to sleep,
The struggle I'd begun, I forget to keep,
I fly into a world, a world of dreams,
Everything is so wonderful here, It seems.
I fight tough battles, I play new games,
Everything i do seems to bring me to fame,
And then a chalk strikes me, I know I'm dead,
I open my eyes, sheepily lift up my head.
The monster looms over, Gives me a glare,
I lower my head, wanna scamper like a hare,
Then he growls, chides me a lot,
At the end of his epilogue, tells me I'm kicked out.
I round up my books, Walk out of the door,
I look I'm repentant, I want everyone to be sure,
I step out of class, get around the turn,
Then a whoop, a dance, and off to the canteen i run
Friday, April 29, 2011
Sunday, April 24, 2011
To go back...
As I walk onto the field in front of my house and look around, I sense that things have changed, for me at least. To the naked eye it all looks the same. A field subdivided into scores of smaller fields, all intersecting with each other. A cricket ground intersecting a football one, surely a Venn Diagram experts’ dream. And loads and loads of kids running around oblivious to their surroundings and intent only on the game in front them. Then what I ask myself is different? The answer is simple, it’s me.
In days gone by when I never had anyone to play with, I would just land up at the ground, and within a few minutes be absorbed into one of the scores of teams to choose from. All that was required was a little initiative to ask the people involved to take me in. Now however, 8-9 years down the line, things have changed. I try walking up to a group of boys playing football, but looking around, I just realise I have outgrown the years when these little boys in half pants accepted me as one of their own. Time has gone by, and oh how I wish I could just go back.
With great power, they say, comes great responsibility. Well it comes with every added year too. I wonder now, why we celebrate birthdays. Isn’t it just another year added to the days you have lived, and another few kilos added to your rucksack of responsibility. Ten years ago I would while away a day playing football on the field, with not a care in my mind. Now, as I try to step out there, there is something that holds me back. I wonder what I am going to do with my life, as if playing football weren’t a worth enough task. Fifteen years ago I would take out my sack of GI-Joe’s and cars, create armies and play out stories for fun. Now I am expected to sit in front of a computer screen and create presentations for my clients, and what’s more creativity isn’t appreciated.
There is a sense of anticipation from people around me now, is this guy going to make it, is this guy going to be successful, or will he be just another person discarded along the way. What is he going to do, how many degrees will he have, will he have a house of his own, will he buy a car. How I miss those good old days when all that mattered was to play, study and do well in exams. Life has become so complicated now. You have to think a hundred times before saying something to someone because people may get offended. Where has the pure value of honesty gone now? It is diplomacy that is the rage of the age.
Gone are the days when I could play pranks in class and get off with a mere ruler on my knuckles or a comment in my diary. Now one mistake could be the difference between success and failure, between a livelihood, and none. Those were the days when effort was appreciated by a smiley in your notebook, or an acknowledgement in class. Now effort of course is primary, and lack of it would convert into what in those days was, the dreaded expulsion.
Of course some things don’t change, for example the way your family supports you through crest and trough. Some things like friendship are like wine, they just get better with time. But for the rest of it, the expectations, the pains, the stress, nothing ever seems to be enough. I wish someone would invent a time machine, so that I could keep rewinding my life for 15 years, every time I got here in life. H.G. Wells, I really appreciate your efforts, I wish a scientist were inspired by you, because really, I want to go back.
In days gone by when I never had anyone to play with, I would just land up at the ground, and within a few minutes be absorbed into one of the scores of teams to choose from. All that was required was a little initiative to ask the people involved to take me in. Now however, 8-9 years down the line, things have changed. I try walking up to a group of boys playing football, but looking around, I just realise I have outgrown the years when these little boys in half pants accepted me as one of their own. Time has gone by, and oh how I wish I could just go back.
With great power, they say, comes great responsibility. Well it comes with every added year too. I wonder now, why we celebrate birthdays. Isn’t it just another year added to the days you have lived, and another few kilos added to your rucksack of responsibility. Ten years ago I would while away a day playing football on the field, with not a care in my mind. Now, as I try to step out there, there is something that holds me back. I wonder what I am going to do with my life, as if playing football weren’t a worth enough task. Fifteen years ago I would take out my sack of GI-Joe’s and cars, create armies and play out stories for fun. Now I am expected to sit in front of a computer screen and create presentations for my clients, and what’s more creativity isn’t appreciated.
There is a sense of anticipation from people around me now, is this guy going to make it, is this guy going to be successful, or will he be just another person discarded along the way. What is he going to do, how many degrees will he have, will he have a house of his own, will he buy a car. How I miss those good old days when all that mattered was to play, study and do well in exams. Life has become so complicated now. You have to think a hundred times before saying something to someone because people may get offended. Where has the pure value of honesty gone now? It is diplomacy that is the rage of the age.
Gone are the days when I could play pranks in class and get off with a mere ruler on my knuckles or a comment in my diary. Now one mistake could be the difference between success and failure, between a livelihood, and none. Those were the days when effort was appreciated by a smiley in your notebook, or an acknowledgement in class. Now effort of course is primary, and lack of it would convert into what in those days was, the dreaded expulsion.
Of course some things don’t change, for example the way your family supports you through crest and trough. Some things like friendship are like wine, they just get better with time. But for the rest of it, the expectations, the pains, the stress, nothing ever seems to be enough. I wish someone would invent a time machine, so that I could keep rewinding my life for 15 years, every time I got here in life. H.G. Wells, I really appreciate your efforts, I wish a scientist were inspired by you, because really, I want to go back.
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