Alvida old school

                     He was sitting by the window. It was not an unfamiliar scene to watch him there, but there was something different about him that day. Usually he would play with his buddies in the evening. It was drizzling that day. As the moist breeze of monsoon brushed his cheeks, he felt cold. 

Examified

               It was as normal a day as any other day at school. Friends, dancing around and making all sorts of Hungama. Teachers were praying for the clock to run faster and ring the bell as soon as possible. They were dead tired after trying to control little devils for a day long.

               For me on the other hand the day was remarkable. Why wouldn’t it be, when it had ended with a clever action of mine? Yes, I was glad and patting my shoulders in thought. In later occasions I came to know that, what I had gone through was called an EXAM. (A tool to sieve out smarts from dumb ones).

Butterfly effect in Geography class

               It was social studies that I hated most. Bloody thing never made sense to me. I mean, I, as a boy of 9 years struggled to comprehend the relevance of Mutton industry in Chicago in annual term paper at a school in India which was 140km from nearest railway station.

               (Well, They didn't tell me, tons of IT professionals from India work there.)

A scribbled scrap

Hi friends,

               I am Srikant Padhy, a dreamer, like all of you. (Not like Ishan Nand Avasthi) lolz

               

               One of the first things that they taught us in school is, how to ignore millions of thoughts that light in our brains every second. (When I look back today,I find they did an amazing job).

               But, we all know, that we still wrote those thoughts, drew them on the back of our notes. The reason behind was to just have a re look at them and try to dream along them. 

               My effort here is to just revisit them once again to see how beautiful those all were.  I hope you like it.

               Please, bear with my rusty English and stupid synchronization of thoughts, Cause that's what my teachers were teaching while I was dreaming. (no kidding)

Srikant Padhy