Those childhood days.....

i sitting in the lobby of ESC Dijon desperately trying to think of something to write on but nothin seems to strike. My mind races thru all the things which i feel can be written about. Nothing seems interesting enough but then i suddenly realise just to get a topic to write upon so many things, so many people have flashed thru my mind in these 5 minutes and i had got my topic

Have u ever thought how many people do u meet over ur lifetime. Those kids that u played with when u were 2-3 yrs old. dont even remember their names. Then it was school time and over those 12 yrs u met numerous number of people. Ur teachers, ur tutors, ur friends parents. God knows where they would be now.

Think about it there would surely be that shopkeeper who would smile at u when u passed his shop everyday, the bus driver who dropped u home from school daily, the newpaper guy who would wave out to u as u stood on ur window.

There were all those friends of ur parents who would come pull ur cheeks n say," u have grown up fast" And i am sure u felt like landing a tight slap across their face.

And then there would have surely been ur share of puppy love. I have had many. That attractive girl who would sit at the other end of class. And u would look at her and dream of life after both of u get married. You would think of instances where she would be in trouble and u like super hero would go save her. (i actually picturised such things in the classroom while the teacher was busy teachin)

And then when u would carry out those wonderful pranks on others or ur share of mischief. when u burst a cracker in ur neighbours backyard or when u drew a spoof of ur teacher on the blackboard. When u would reach school late, to jump over the wall and reach the class before others did.

Those times when i would sneak out of bed to watch the cricket match between India n West Indies. Mute the TV as soon as possible and stand with the remote, on the lookout for the slightest noise to switch the TV off and disappear.

Those cycle races, those imitating the teacher, those throwing the glass of milk in the wash basin, those days when used to copy from our partners during exams.

Man those were days, my childhood days.....

Will miss them always....those childhood days....