Wednesday, February 11, 2009

memoires...

Time always presents me a fait accompli. Somehow, it manages to prove that I was devious. The consequences devolves to the present. But nothing to do ,except either getting moonstruck or calmly accepting the mopish present. Moribund Dreams bring back the rainbow of myriad expectations and desires. Some pasquinade has snatched away all my ebullience.

My school days,those hours of non-stop yaks, the ballyhoos in the class, those derisions......they still descry the mind for hours. The faces with their jaunty smiles,their ingenuous advices, beguiling jokes can never denigrate from the facets of mind. Yammers seemed always sweet, desultory fashion evrywhere made evrthing just perfect. Sheepish smiles after little peccadilloes macerated all grapples. Puerility washed off all inanity. Never got tired, never stopped laughing; contravening the rules and manners were just the grandiose style. Never paid heed to , who deprecated. Everything was just expedient. At the cowering moments always had hands on shoulders and also causes to exult the next moment. The deranged pranks could never be eschewed.
Some teachers always seemed to have some ulterior motives to depredate our alacrity. Some despicable incidents still bring tears. We all were together and promised to stay together 'forever'. But Nothing Lasts Forevr~ the confirmists confirmed. We are, but far far away , humming monodies at melancholic moments having petulant tempers facing macabre realities.

We grapple, we grovel,tolerate detractions which seems much de trop.
Time deters the memories most of the times, yet brings those yores acerbically at times.

We no more need hands on our shoulders. We have developed social acumen, we are used to living on tenterhooks after all sorts of jibes and sneers. Yet Redolence of those days seems to heal temporary phronemophobias. Then I feel , a dear friend of mine truely says "Beatified by Resentments".

5 comments:

Krishanu said...

I too have a inborn natural tendency to 'dream' about the past(if we can really do it!!)..sweet memorabilia,remembrance....

and the associated resentment...beatification purifies the battered soul... que sera sera

Avik said...

memoires r like ur shadow...u can never leave them behind....
and a good thing too....coz at certsin morbid and pensive moments they seem to calm and cheer u up...those faces from the past..those voices u can still hear..

great piece though...

Btw....being the only girl in a class of 71 boyz...doesen't it feel strange..? r u from a coed school?

rimz said...

upto my 10th std i was in a co-ed school,though i did my +2 frm a grls' skul.
i used to feel a bit odd previously, but now its okk, am used to it.
My 1st colg day is truely a memorable day, by ol means..!!

Avik said...

Y wat happened??

rimz said...

arrey jst imagine my as well as others' situation wen we came to kno i was d only gal in d whole dept.
d seniors came to c me 'd single odd piece' out in d cls. but it was a whole lot of fun obviously, though d slight often-embarassments r to be overlooked...:)

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