What all I do with my life..

Its my life and I have only one. Err.. Probably that should have been my closing line for this post. But that’s ok, read on, I’ll come up with some thing better. There is something special about this post. I’ve been working on this post for almost a year now, trying to make it as less depressive as possible. But now I just want to get over it. So here it goes…

Surjee in Lena School: It must’ve all started the day I ran back to my dad after he had dropped me at Lena School. I hated School, I repeat I hated school, but not Lena School. Its the most beautiful school I’ve been to and seen in life. Its located in the middle of such a beautiful layout of nature called Lovedale, such an apt name. Lena School also had an view of the meter gauge railway tracks of the Nilgiri Mountain Railway which runs on and in our beautiful mountains.

 

 

Surjee in Rex Hr Sec School: This is when I was in my 4th std. One very beautiful  day I had to go to school as usual as it wasn’t a holiday, I was woken-up on time, I wasn’t sick, I couldn’t pretend I was sick, my dad was kind enough to drop me at school as usual, his bike didn’t break down on the way as usual, there wasn’t a dinosaur in town or at least my school was not demolished by a wrecking ball or a meteorite. Darn… I had to be at school and I haven’t done my Hindi home work as usual. After reaching school I didn’t know what to do. If I had to attend Hindi class, I’m certainly going to ne doomed. I didn’t know what to do until I just simply took my bag and walked out of school. Had no clue about where I was headed to or what I was up to. But happily took a break at the railway station. The Ooty Railway station. It is such a beautiful place. The only reason, I believe, is because there is no train or people to distract the calmness it carries throughout the day or at least whenever I’ve been there. I sat down on one of those really heavy and rigid benches they have there. It had a metal frame painted in black and the wooden seat and rest in dark green with a glossy finish. One of the best places to sit and think or not think at all. I was doing the later until a man who looked like he worked at the station came to me with that look on his face - “I know this kid from somewhere”. This is where the drama starts but this post ends.

To be continued…