Changing Times

        Everyday when I walk to my college,two hours before noon, devoid of the breakfast, with a single notebook in hand that serves as the notebook for all the subject notes,a use n throw pen in pocket,I glance at the plethora of similar youngsters walking parallel to me in the same direction.Clad in variously colored wardrobes,none of them bear the same expression.Some are elated,some are just walking as if to finish off a routine affair while some seem to be too much in hurry to bother for anything else.

                               

                                                                                                                                                     

This wasn't the same at school.Going to school meant like going to an event.It had so much of preparations and plannings-- The right class work notebooks, the right homework notebooks, the right combination of pens and pencil, gel pens for special subjects, water bottle, lunch box, polished shoes, well dressed hair and not to forget the well ironed, crease less and spotless uniform.Then there used to be the bicycle.Having gulped the most delicious breakfast prepared by mom,early in the morning, a midst the silence,serenity and coolness of dawn, cycling calmly to school gave the most soothing and gaily feeling.Meeting pals on way, gossiping all the way till school,recalling every unimportant deed of the previous day,the fun and frolics, trials and adventures, teachers and subjects..everything used to be so fun and exciting!!