Spring of life

It was just personified,
Spring had already set in, and summer lurking at the horizon. Our results were to be declared in a few days. It was the same feeling all over, after the final examinations were over, around 1st week of March. Trees aching with what seemed to be over laden amount of flowers and fruits. Sun just sent in its soothing warm glory and the wind used to be pleasantly cool. It was usually 3rd Sundays of march every year, we used to get dressed and be prepared for the war .It was like if you had done bad in exams, you ought to face the sharp (s)words, collaterally with all the mistakes u had done previously . The mistakes just seemed to magnify. If you had done well you can do any thing you like, like hang out with friends, play until u drop etc... And what an irony we hustled past the crowd to reach our respective class rooms for our results, which we dreaded the most , expecting a disaster .But to every ones great disappointment I usually did well. Got a few complains about making some mischief now and then in the class, That was the best part because I was excused even if I had murdered someone. It was my sisters’ result that disappointed my parents a bit.
The days to follow then, was like we were in heaven. The mild weather absorbed us in its excellence. The birds chirping, the trees waved us good day, and the streets lonely and eccentric. There was a peepal tree with numerous sacred threads embracing its girth. A path led from under its shade to a playground where we toiled the whole day conjuring strategies, plans. All the cricketing brains we had were poured out till we were sapped out of our skin. We were fascinated, time and again to the distinct shrill cheer of the birds above studding the clear blue sky with its presence. This mingled with the shout of our mothers calling us for lunch. Being, not so unruly we descended to our pavilion.
Then, we also had to buy all the books and notebooks as prescribed for the next year term. What I enjoyed most was putting cover to the books and the notebooks; it was easy and gave subtle enjoyment. The light atmosphere, the festive mood with Holi around, it was just fun. The entire trees and plants seem to have re-grown themselves into the newest shade of green and flourishing with total liberty. And later in the evening all our friend in the neighborhood used to gather for a walk around the market place. It was just beautiful, the smell and aura around making a thousand promises of juicy delicacies in terms of fruits to come. It persuaded me to get lost admiring its beauty till eternity and unite with its soul to explore the secrets of nature.
The path lay with flowers like royal carpets, escorted by the greenest grass and the gigantic trees. The labyrinth of shadows from above has its own way to cook the warmth of sun to our favorite feeling. Oh god! How badly I remember those days, making me only to wonder whether I’m sufficed with what I had and can happily lead myself to eternal experience.


Sudhir Saha

A goodday

What to say! it was just mesmerizing from the start .I woke up to what I thought to be another gloomy show off, of the nature. As usual I got up late and was as usual engaged in my daily stuffs,the hastiness of the moment, those scattered books, voices of my mom compelling me to have my breakfast. finally, i got ready to drive off to our insti. I went outside it was then, when I actually got a feel of the climate. The day was unusually lit up despite the clouds, soft breeze that persistently gave me goose pimples, swayed the top branches of the tree. I drove off and gradually the climate engrossed me in its aura .it was just impossible not to admire the sulky and saturated weather, the vehicles passing by, the people scurrying along , the roadside shops, I began to love everything that was around me.
i almost had forgotten about our awaiting maths test. There was not a thing I had read and the environment outside made it hard for me to concentrate on even how to score any meager bit of marks. It was as though the rustling of leaves,the gray shade of landscape, the splattering drops on the window i mean the whole scene outside made me fall in love with it.
The test went alright somehow having, copied the answers from the students behind me. We didn't had any class since then so, we went on to our way to the hostel. The buildings, the weak moss layers on it and the smell of some fresh fungi sprouting nearby,they looked sober and sophisticated at the same time. The grass freshly cut and maneuvered reflected a soothing shade, the large tree outside the chemical department and its falling leaves were tuned to the praise of the birds. a letargic feeling seemed to be prevalent among our branch mates so we were mucking around and having fun along with our studies for the lab test.
Meanwhile, the rumors were heated up about a viva quiz instead of written test, thus we scurried through the pages as fast as possible. Next i remember that, all of us gathered in front of our lab “hoping for the best but prepared for the worst”. A pair of student had the viva at a time, and it was my turn at the 2nd call. It was a tense moment for me when my partner identified the MFI machine as the compression molding machine; I had tried to put up my best anyways to compensate the damage done by him. The lab ended and I was interrogated again by my branch mates.
I went on to show some documents to our HOD and had a chat with a professor. After such anxiety and bit tiredness which was accumulated from our test and all the studies before, showed up to disengage gradually and what a way! The heavens opened up immediately, i drove home through the light drizzle. As the shower soaked me the coolness of it drenched all the tiredness simultaneously. The scantily opened shops, the glistening road and the washed trees alongside, the spine-chilling wind commanding the drizzle in their desired direction, upon their wish. It was just unresisting; after searching a bit among the fewer number of opened shops I sipped some coffee at one. A film of water over the road was processed to fine shower by the rolling truck’s tyre, shoving directly onto my face working as a desert cooler it was just amazing, the feeling the environment wanted to imply proliferated over me. it just made me remember the best days that I ever had on a rainy day finally and as I reached home I let myself say 'mama pakode banao aaj'.

Sudhir Saha
Written on 17/11/09