Travelling with time

Saw in facebook the picture of a friend whom I last met before around 12 years back in class five. He got married, had a daughter and looked mature and manly. I compared him with myself and thought I too have marched much further ahead with time. I laughed at myself at the thought of marrying, fathering a child, burying myself with responsibilities and obligations-A daunting but inevitable task to handle. I consider myself a kid. How come I handle a kid, look for his upbringing? But, these things are predestined and foreseeable. Its amazing simply to think of the characters a man undergoes through during his entire lifetime.This reminds me of Shakespeare's seven stages of man which I learned during school days. A child, teenager, man, father, grandfather.....We seem to enter into the next stage unnoticed. The time flies so quickly.

I also remember the fanatical fiction about Time machine that would take one much farther ahead or lead back millions of years. How wonderful would that be to go past every mesmerising moments, those stunning stages and noteworthy days. I would definitely go back the school days- the fun filled, gorgeous days. I would never be the same centre of attraction engulfed in hours of jolly moods as in those days. Invitations, birthday parties, trips and tours, holidays, mamaghar, get togethers-filled just in memories, dead enough to experience again. The pleasure to control the colleagues being a monitor, going to the extent of beating them with sticks-a joyous opportunity to exaggerate the superiority complex, at least during that time.

The three pillars of class-three students-as known to all by the famous 'SaKaSu' group, 'Su' being myself, still hunts the lonley hours. Though being miles apart with each engaged in his own world now, the memories of togetherness is awesome. May sound humorous but even the teachers let the trio cross boundary at times-letting us into classes minutes after tiffin time or ignoring us even though constantly gossipping sitting at the last bench behind the girls row. No teacher dared to question our own world of freedom-may be all being relatively better in studies. One row full of boys, the other girls row with an empty back bench occupied by us- the trio-this continued for many school years in class 7,8,9,10. Those were indeed the best days of my life.