Morning Musings - NDA - The Wonder Years....
Oh yes…..those were the ‘wonder years’.
I remember, so very often in our second, third and even fourth terms, Bhola and I and at times Batra, would skip the movie on saturday and escape to the long range area via Gole, from where we would fill our satchels with all the goodies.
We would locate a nice dug-out, which would be our make believe ‘home’ for the next 2 to 3 hours…….far from the madding crowd. It was as if we were suddenly ‘free’. No senior to suddenly pounce on you and ‘let you have it’ just because he didn’t like the way you looked at him or better still just the way you looked. Yes those were trying times for all of us.
I remember we would lie down on the ground and look at the sky and the stars and get the feeling that the world was beckoning us. I was an idealist…….the Howard Roark kind, and staring at the expansive sky and the stars dreamt of how I would change the world……..
Bhola was a die-hard romantic and always saw the ‘love of his life’-Reet, in those stars. (I will let Bhola tell you the movie-like love story of how he wooed Reet since class 6 and finally, much to the reluctance of her father managed to marry her).
After we had exhausted our conversation, we would lay there lost in our respective dreamlands till we would be engulfed in darkness which would finally break our reverie and grudgingly at about 2130 hrs, we would head back to Hunter….normally skipping the dinner.
Those were heady days…..and there were so many dreams and how we all looked forward to life with trepidation and hope and making our fathers proud.
Kuch Khwaab Shayad Adhure Reh Gaye,
Kuch Manzilen Shayad Hum Pichhe Chhod Aaye,
Magar Ab Wapas No Ja Sakenge Hum,
Ke Bahut Dur Aa Chuke Hain Hum,
Kuch Khwahishein Hasratein reh gayin,
Kuch Khwaab Shayad Adhure Reh Gaye.
I remember, so very often in our second, third and even fourth terms, Bhola and I and at times Batra, would skip the movie on saturday and escape to the long range area via Gole, from where we would fill our satchels with all the goodies.
We would locate a nice dug-out, which would be our make believe ‘home’ for the next 2 to 3 hours…….far from the madding crowd. It was as if we were suddenly ‘free’. No senior to suddenly pounce on you and ‘let you have it’ just because he didn’t like the way you looked at him or better still just the way you looked. Yes those were trying times for all of us.
I remember we would lie down on the ground and look at the sky and the stars and get the feeling that the world was beckoning us. I was an idealist…….the Howard Roark kind, and staring at the expansive sky and the stars dreamt of how I would change the world……..
Bhola was a die-hard romantic and always saw the ‘love of his life’-Reet, in those stars. (I will let Bhola tell you the movie-like love story of how he wooed Reet since class 6 and finally, much to the reluctance of her father managed to marry her).
After we had exhausted our conversation, we would lay there lost in our respective dreamlands till we would be engulfed in darkness which would finally break our reverie and grudgingly at about 2130 hrs, we would head back to Hunter….normally skipping the dinner.
Those were heady days…..and there were so many dreams and how we all looked forward to life with trepidation and hope and making our fathers proud.
Kuch Khwaab Shayad Adhure Reh Gaye,
Kuch Manzilen Shayad Hum Pichhe Chhod Aaye,
Magar Ab Wapas No Ja Sakenge Hum,
Ke Bahut Dur Aa Chuke Hain Hum,
Kuch Khwahishein Hasratein reh gayin,
Kuch Khwaab Shayad Adhure Reh Gaye.
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