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Array ( [sid] => 109365 [catid] => 1 [aid] => mick [title] => Gone are the days ... [time] => 2005-11-09 08:09:11 [hometext] => Very much true for South Indians. [bodytext] => Gone are the days

When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,
Yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

We learnt writing with
Slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens
And then Micro tips.
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Color pencils and finally sketch pens.

We started calculating
First with tables and then with
Clarke's tables and advanced to
Calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the
Corridors in intervals, and returned to the classrooms
Drenched in sweat.

When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle shed.
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket"
In the Confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats in School bus.
While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint", "kulfi", " milk ice!"
And "sharbat!" 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.

Of tenth and twelfth standards, when
We spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, and we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
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...

NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE,
DONT FORGET TO
LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS

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Gone are the days ...

Contributed by sarankrish on Wednesday, 9th November 2005 @ 08:09:11 AM in AEST
Topic: oops

Gone are the days

When the school reopened in June,
And we settled in our new desks and benches.
When we queued up in book depot,
And got our new books and notes.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays,
Yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.

We learnt writing with
Slates and pencils, and
Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens
And then Micro tips.
We began drawing with crayons and evolved to
Color pencils and finally sketch pens.

We started calculating
First with tables and then with
Clarke's tables and advanced to
Calculators and computers.
When we chased one another in the
Corridors in intervals, and returned to the classrooms
Drenched in sweat.

When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors,
Playgrounds, under the trees and even in cycle shed.
When all the colors in the world,
Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays.
When a single P.T. period in the week's Time Table,
Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.

When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,
And Neckties and socks rolled into balls.
When few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in scorching sun,
While others simply played "book cricket"
In the Confines of classroom.
Of fights but no conspiracies,
Of Competitions but seldom jealousy.

When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,
In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks.
When few rushed at 3:45 to "Conquer" window seats in School bus.
While few others had "Big Fun", "peppermint", "kulfi", " milk ice!"
And "sharbat!" 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.

Of tenth and twelfth standards, when
We spent almost the whole year writing revision tests.
We learnt, we enjoyed, we played, we won, and we lost,
We laughed, we cried, we fought, we thought.
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...

NO MATTER HOW BUSY YOU ARE,
DONT FORGET TO
LIVE THE LIFE THAT STILL EXISTS

Copyright Â© sarankrish ... [ 2005-11-09 08:09:11]
(Date/Time posted on site)

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Re: Gone are the days ... (User Rating: 1 )
by Former_Member on Wednesday, 9th November 2005 @ 02:38:06 PM AEST
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I enjoyed every word
especial this string-

Gone are the days when we saw stars shining at night.
Now we see stars when our code doesn't work.

that resonates..

I found your work very interesting
and most definately new.

PFR

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