Gone are the days When the school reopened in June, And we settled in our new desks and benches . Gone are the days When we queued up in book depot, And got our new books and notes. Gone are the days When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet Managed to line up daily for the morning prayers. Gone are the days We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips. Gone are the days We began drawing with crayons and evolved to Colour pencils and finally sketch pens. Gone are the days We started calculating first with tables and then with Clarke's tables and advanced to calculators and computers. Gone are the days When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms Drenched in sweat. Gone are the days When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle sheds. Gone are the days When all the colors in the world, Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays. Gone are the days When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table, Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons. Gone are the days When cricket was played with writing pads as bats, And Neckties and socks rolled into balls. Gone are the days When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun, While others simply played "book cricket" in the Confines of classroom. Gone are the days Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy. Gone are the days When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast, In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks. Gone are the days While few others had "Big Fun", "pulippu muttai", "gulfi ice", "seeval ice !" and "pepsi !" at 4o Clock. Gone are the days Of Sports Day,and the annual School Day, And the one-month long preparations for them. Gone are the days Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams, And the most enjoyed holidays after them. Gone are the days Of tenth and twelfth standards, when we Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests. Gone are the days We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, we lost, We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought. Gone are the days With so much fun in them, so many friends, So much experience, all this and more. Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends. Now we don't have time to say a HI. Gone are the days when we played games on the road. Now we code on the road with laptop. Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night. Now we see stars when our code doesn't work. Gone are the days when we sat to chat with friends on grounds. Now we chat in chat rooms..... Gone are the days where we studied just to pass. Now we study to save our job Gone are the days where we had no money in our pockets and fun filled on our hearts Now we have the ATM as well as credit card but with an empty heart Gone are the days where we shouted on the road. Now we don't shout even at home Gone are the days where we got lectures from all. Now we give lectures to all... like the one I'm doing now.... Gone are the days But not the memories, which will be Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and Ever and ever and Ever ..... NO MATTER WHATEVER YOU ARE & HOW BUSY YOU ARE , DON'T FORGET TO LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS. IT WON'T BE THERE FOR EVER . . . . . . . . love always aarthi
Dear Aarthi, Thanks for posting all these lovely snippets...each and everyone of them was worth reading and enjoying...keep it up!
hi arthi, You have definitely made me go back down the memory lane.....You have really put your heart into it....great going...keep up the work.................:2thumbsup:
Hi Aarthi, Very nice poem which brings back the exact experiences we had in our 'olden days', which are priceless. Keep going! Sriniketan
Purani jeans aur guitar Mohalle ki vo chhat Aur mere yaar Vo raaton ko jaagna Subah ghar jaan Kood ke deewar Vo cigaretee peena Gali mein jaake Wo karna daanton ko Ghadi ghadi saaf Pahunchna college hamesha late Vo kehna sir ka "Get out from the class!" Vo bahar jaake hamsha kehna Yahan ka system Hi hai kharaab Vo jaake canteen mein Table bajaake Vo gaane gaana Yaaron ke saath Bas yaadein Yaadein Yaadein reh jaati hain Kuchh chhoti Chhoti Baatein reh jaati hain Bas yaadein.. Vo papa ka daantna Vo kehna mummy ka Chhodein ji aap Tumhein to bas nazar aata hain Jahan mein beta Mera hi kharaab Vo dil mein sochna Kar ke kuchh dikha dein Vo karna planning Roz nayi yaar Bas yaadein Yaadein Yaadein reh jaati hain Kuchh chhoti Chhoti Baatein reh jaati hain Bas yaadein..
Gone are the days .. When people used to become friends while travelling in train or by daily meeting at bus stop or public place. Now a days I see people with their eyes glued to their mobiles and laptops . If we try hard then they just reply to what we say instead of showing any further interest in talking.
:welcome to IL family, Rababh Sister, Yeah, great thoughts and also thanks for refreshing the thread otherwise we would have missed out Aarthi Sisters' refreshing down the lane memory. Keep coming, Best wishes..
Wonderful poem, Good work It really took me back to my childhood days... Gone r the days, when we wanna grow up to become so and so and now wishing for those childhood life again... With love, Angellic