Monsoon Is Here!
It’s been long when I wrote something (excluding CT-1 & CT-2). And sanguinely, semesters have been called off and I now have a few weeks before I get slayed again in tests.
It’s been rainy for almost two-weeks now and thanks to that I’m facing internet crisis. Also, since its lockdown period I can’t attend my classes plus no library where I used to watch some couples talk sweet, wonder how stupid they are and what if I was in their place, while sucking up the college’s internet bandwidth.
Ah! I almost forgot to write about “Monsoon is here”. So, what? Monsoon strikes every year, what’s so special about it? I admit, there is nothing special about it, but hey, this is my blog, I want to write and I WILL WRITE.
You thought I’m just an incorrigible glibber wasting your time, that might be true, but to prove you wrong let me narrate something.
It goes back to when I changed my school past-mid-June. Things were fresh, and I was taking my time in getting accommodated with changes. I took admission during the ongoing Unit Tests. The benches had roll numbers of students chalked on them and because of which I had to seat myself on the very last benches which seemed to be untouched by civilization. The benches were indeed touched, I perceived, as they had inscriptions of near-and-dear ones of the class, and I, trying to match myself with the horde, contributed to some epilogues.
During the tests I was just killing time: by adoring the beauty of rainwater falling on the trees, delighting in blooms of the plants and the flowers and by not completing my notes.
This adoring the beauty thing got me when the classes finally started. It was History class, and the teacher caught me doing my thing. She made me stand up at my place and yelled a few taunts at me. When she realized it was all useless (I wasn’t paying attention to her) she made me sit on the first bench just under her eyes.
There were girls to my right, to my left and an entire column behind and to the left of me. It was surely not a cherishable place & moment. This doesn’t mean I never wanted to get closer to girls, I wanted to, but not that way.
Now, years later, my ways haven’t been proved fruitful in any way, even in befriending a girl.
I realize that the teacher knew I could never get closer to any girl, so she made that charitable gesture. What a legend!
Concluding this…
Kale varshathu parjanya, Prauthwee sasya shalini, Deso yam kshobha rahitha, Sajjana santu nirbhaya.
Translation:
Let the monsoon be timely and plentiful, Let the Earth be covered with vegetation, Let the country live without problems, And let good people never have fear.