Nostalgic memories..

It was a bad day for sure. Everything was pissing me off. Somehow I managed to get through the day without freaking but the moment I stepped out of the college premises it started pouring. Heavily. That was the last thing I wanted and I wasn't even carrying an umbrella/coat. I started swearing and cursing my luck and looked around for shelter. Luckily I caught the eye of a Rickshaw wala and asked him if he would come. (Hyderabadi autowalas are weird. They will take you to the place where they wanna go, not to the place you wanna go.) Anyway he agreed and I sat with my clothes sticking to me like chewing gum to hair and the rain was splattering across my face no matter how hard I tried not to sit at the open ends. I was still cursing when I stopped at a signal.

Another rick came to a stop beside mine and I glanced casually. It was a school rick. I was surprised. The kids in that rick were so excited and happy at the prospect of getting wet. One guy was actually putting his tongue out trying to taste the rain drops and another little girl her stretched out her small arm to catch the tiny droplets. The innocence and the little joys of those kids struck me loud and hard. It took me back to the time when I was a kid and how much pleasure I used to seek when the monsoon came. And Now, where I was cursing the same rain. How contrasting.

Time sure can change a person.

The innocent and the simple thoughts we have when we are young are replaced by cunning, mean and selfish thoughts as we grow up. Thoughts about how we can beat the other person and race ahead, how we can become successful by pushing the other person down.

It reminds me of a poem I recently read in Eng. class -

"Once upon a time.." by 'W.H Davies'.

Davies sarcastically remarks on how earlier people used to mean their words but now those wel come words have no meaning at all. Now, 'Glad to meet you' means 'Glad to get rid of you' and

'Goodbye' means 'Good riddance'. It is a must read for all people out there.

Well, I guess all I wanna say is I miss being a kid and I miss the happiness.

Time flies leaving you alone with the miseries of life.

So make the most of what you have and stop cursing the rain like me. It is just a natural process important for our survival.