Sunday, April 15, 2012

School Memories

Again, a small piece I wrote for my friend's college magazine

The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep.

I guess it shall suffice to say that Robert Frost's woods were the modern equivalent of my school to me. Astonishingly, when I think of it, none of my memories from school have a reason attached to them. Pondering over it, I realized this: School memories are just a simple memoir of the gleeful time I spent with people I loved, love and shall love. I remember the first time I realized that I really miss school. Just a few days after my board examinations, I woke up one morning, and unconsciously started getting ready for school. It was when I reached my cupboard and found my uniform missing that I realized that my life has now changed.

Interestingly, the phrase "school memories” brings back an overwhelming number of passing moments like a flash of lightning. As I look back, I laugh at our non coherent hate for school life and our continuously dreams of finally "growing up". But today, nearly a year after school has ended; I came to realize that adults were actually right. We never fully appreciated what we had during our school life and unfortunately it's too late now. To this day, when I sit by the window sill with a cup of coffee in my hand, gazing at into the horizon, I just have one thought in my mind.
" I would do literally anything to have just one more day of school again. A blunt gala of six hours where me and my friends, in our school uniform, listening to the teacher while laughing at her at the same time, fighting for the last bits of "pao bhaji" that we bought from the canteen at Rs.2 per head"

Ah, the bliss! Who says heaven doesn't exist? I had the privilege of spending 10 years there and if I could, I would live it all over again. Modifying my favourite line from Khaled Hosseni's The Kite Runner, "For SCHOOL, a thousand times over"

School Memories
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Saturday, April 14, 2012

Changing Seasons; Spring Of Progress Or Autumn Of Decay?

Don't be fooled by the lofty title, it's the theme of a particular international diplomacy event coming up in the next few months(Namely TEIMUN found at http://teimun.org). However, the question posed was impertinent and my heart demanded it be answered. Here's my take on it:


"The woods are lovely, dark, and deep,
But I have promises to keep,
And miles to go before I sleep,
And miles to go before I sleep."'

Today, when the world stands at the cross roads of diplomacy and tact, I am sure that peace shall be achieved if each global citizen makes these beautiful verses their motto.
If 2011 was turbulent, 2012 promises to right the wrong. The world was threatened by nuclear weapons, but the threat is set to be nullified via peace talks at Seoul. If economic troubles were what gave us sleepless nights, financial agreements and stronger trade ties are set to fight. Today’s world, buoyed by the inspired need for peace and the young generation’s zeal for justice, has emerged on the path for a supreme civilization. The Arab Spring revolutions were not an indicator of instability. Rather, they showed the human tendency of not being suppressed. Although we have lived through an extremely incumbent period, it had its merits as well. Terrorists were nabbed or killed; Dictators overthrown and long standing issues were finally solved (and if not, were close to be resolved). Thus, as a citizen of the global community, I proudly believe that the changing seasons are not an autumn of decay but rather the spring of progress. The transition may be rough but salvation is definite because no battle was won without some pain. As technological improvements continue to bring us together, we as a civilization continue to bond together in a blanket of oneness.
To conclude, I reflect on Shakespeare’s immortal lines,

“All the world's a stage, 

and all the men and women merely players”


If all of mankind is merely but a player in the bigger theatre, let’s not squabble over materialistic gains but instead, rejoice in the beautiful music and rhythm of peace and harmony.

Changing Seasons; Spring Of Progress Or Autumn Of Decay?

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