ta-ta teenage :( :)

10 Jul 2010 6 Comments

by surabhi007 in Uncategorized

Its raining….. its beautiful outside….the clouds are dark ..infact very dark..but still the sky looks promising …cheerful…full of thunder..the life …the zeal.

My habituated mind instead of enjoying and feeling  the beauty of nature  dwelled into thoughts…thoughts about everything that my past holds ,everything that is in my present and every possible thing of my future. The days when even rainbow looked dull ,the days when everything was in my world,the days which were simply empty….with balanced  emotions ..no useless grief …no wasted grin..just normal…everything was picture clear in my mind.

Its my birthday tomorrow…a birthday biding adieu to my teenage. Obviously the birthday is uniquely unique just like  all my previous ones  but still this one gives me an excuse to pen down an extract of one whole pack of my life…my teenage!

For all my dear readers who  scroll down the page to check the length of the post before reading the article , i would like to warn them that The post is certainly gonna be the most lengthy post of “kuch iss tarah..”  and highly personal  .

UNFORGETTABLE CHILDHOOD:

Undoubtedly childhood is out of my teenage part but since considering that i never maintained a record of my puerility ,i wish to do it now.

As the third kid of my parents i got immense love till the moment my younger brother didn’t enter in my family to deviate their focus from me.  With him came a new tag “didi”  for me. After enjoying six years of  excess love and care ,all of sudden  i no more remained the most pampered  kid..(i thought so) . A complete spoilt brat i was. My parents and many other people who knew me very well in my childhood still wonder that how i cleared my school  and managed to get into a college.  I started bunking classes  the moment i realised that there lies much more attractive world just outside the boundaries of my school. Now at this age,when i myself think about the sceneof a  l.k.g /  Ist standard  Kid running away from the school and returning home on right time ,my cells shiver out of fear. i use to just loiter and lurk during school hours… the school was nothing for me..neither a torture nor a pleasure.  The wandering and skipping school continued for  4 years …in 4^th standard  efforts of my parents showed some ray of hope for  me being a literate. And here i m…finally studying in my dreamland.

The childhood passed with hell lot of  fights with the elder brother and  gossips. he was the first one with whom i shared all my girl talks… and each and every bit of my life. poor he,heard every silly things..(he do that even now:P )and deviated me from dolls to sports.  soon after school he no more remained just  the best buddy but became my dad:P:P  but  by then i had some one else to share gossips and stupid tricks and  fun… my younger bro:) .Dida was always an angel  ,her care and love makes me feel as  if she realised about all her motherly qualities  since the day i came or for that matter my elder brother came in her life .

It was colourful….simply innocent and graceful!

SCHOOLHOUSE!

It was the reason for all smiles

(and cries ) .

It was the reason for all fights

(and allies)

It was the reason for everything that i learned..

(as i never learned before)

Being a student of the best convent of a small town made me a brilliant one among the few.

And that was the reason the school was exactly like my home …i use to  welcome every event with open arms. The teachers,the classes everything was fun.

The best gift from my school to me is my gang of bestest buddies .  had not been the silly girl talks shweta woudnt be lying near me to hear the real ones now , had  not been the infinite fights with abhishek he must not be anytym ready to be there for me, had not been the maturity of mohit i would have missed the brotherly cum most genuine friendly feeling in the world.

The funny incidences of aids  awarenss workshop to sports field , from breaking burettes in chemistry lab to running away with tennis balls from the sports room , from going to toilet with the whole group to making names for boys …everything was beautiful ,..locked in my  memories  just like a spellbound.

LIVING MY CHILDHOOD DREAMS:

I bet i can be a tough competition for anyone who thinks  himself as a  dreamer. Since childhood this has been my favourite past time…to dream…to dream about everything…everything that is feasible…everything that is not feasible.

I wanted to become chip and dale ,jerry of tom and jerry ,i use to wonder how lucky my father is who unlike me never had to ask for my mother’s permission before stepping out from home or before making any plans….i spent lots of nights wondering how it would feel if i get super powers like shaktimaan or spider man or power of gals…i wanted to be a truck driver  years back and like every other child  i wanted to become a singer,writer, rock star,airhostess,filmstar,teacher, pilot ,company ceo,social worker,president, a news reader,a scientist…everything .  infact nothing looked impossible as a  kid.  :)

I was completely aimless as i had many aims.

Later in 8^th my dad and me came to a conclusion…that his daughter would become a doctor.

THE REALISATION….THE AIM!(again)

As the days passed my aim to become a doctor became  clearer. As an anti mathathematic person i always wanted to top in  some medical competition . till 11^th everything looked so systametic and planned . but as usual fate had some thing unexpected and better thing stored for me. 11^th standard presented many new changes in my life.  Few very good friends left the town for preparation of their future lives and  under constant forcing of sis and bro i ended up with maths as my subject.  Biology was  now nowhere in my books but equations and baffled solutions .  another accident happened and even i left home for jee preparation in 12^th and enjoyed the year long with books ,more books and only books . the faculty of resonance was the only thing taht use to appear in my dreams …as they were the most successful people i had ever seen till that date. Anyway , couldnt clear jee in first attempt and  my stubborn nature made me try once again. Luck favoured and i cracked it,just to realise that there’s   a world  more dreadful and beautiful  waiting for me.

And here again i became aimless…… with no aim.

IIT AND ILLUSION:

Here in iit ,  everything is real but an illusion at the same time. Everything goes in the fastest way possible .  i feel as if i have lived and experienced  all my teenage in this 1 year in delhi. Everything was there love ,action ,drama ,emotions ,fights,good ,evil  :P

With every new day i discovered a new aspect of myself. Sometimes i feel laden with so many duties and i feel good to be a responsible kid ,sometimes i feel nothing but just a lazy pig ,a careless soul who hardly care about the consequences ,about others’ reactions ,about my own actions . sometimes i come out with so many  solutions ,new ideas …and at times i find myself in the cobwebs of problems …useless problems …serious problems…n some problems which are actually not a problem but i make them as problems.  Everything looks weird and complicated  and an easy job,..an easy victory at times.

Whatever it be by this time i have realised my life is shaped in the best possible way.  With time everything of past brings a smile on my face and the part which does the opposite is not worth remembering .

Dunno what exactly i m gonna change in after teenage period ,in reality  i don wish for a change .

Everything is imperfect in my life (except my family) and thats how it is perfect one for someone like me to live in.