Saturday, September 30, 2023

Whispering School Verandahs



Today, I am back at the school after four decades,

Waiting for my mates to join and make merry.


In the lonely class room

Sitting on this empty back bench

I look through the windows

And see a rainbow spread against

The vastness of the sky

The cloud burst, memories pour in.


The first day, I walked into the school

With a quivering mind.

Someone held my hand and led me

To the class room-

The first touch of everlasting friendship!

From then onwards it has weaved,

The invisible thread of connectedness.


Someone opened the door of knowledge,

Alphabets were learned,

Books were read,

Charts were made,

Dreams were given wonderful colours.

Learning became a never ending process.

Atoms were split, frogs dissected

Chemical reacted, sums were

Added, subtracted, divided and multiplied

“Ten thousand we saw in a glance”

Of those daffodils.

Through the atlas the whole world

Became closer

Through binoculars the moon, stars

And sun became nearer

Centuries were excavated

Revolutions doused

Suddenly the whole world looked

Enchanting and varied.

Beyond all this, another life evolved

The friendship thickened, life brightened.

The homework was to be done together,

Lunch to be shared,

I got hurt when you were punished,

Films looked better when classes were bunked,

A glass of sherbath, a bar of ice cream

Were always meant for both.

Those strolls through the bylanes

Of the adjacent school

Those quick glances, eager responses…

Those books we read, hiding below the desks

The eagerness to enact those titillating stories….


Teachers who loved,

Teachers who scared,

Teachers who stood like beacon for years to come.


The speed in which the ball was bowled,

those special kicks which shook the net.

Below the almond tree there was always shade.

On the steps of the church there was always peace.

We quarreled, hated and loved each other.

We lived our life without any planning.


On the last day you sang,

“ life is all about parting and pain”

As the waves came to wash the shore, we wrote

“ Never will we part ways”.

We never thought we would part, still it happened.

Somewhere on the way our paths were shortened.


The exams were over, results declared

We can take further steps to future, we were told.

Little did we knew that life had different plans.

Like those rain drops which fell on the floor

We rolled into different directions.


Today sitting on this lonely back bench

I look through the window

The old almond tree spreads like a

Grandfather waiting for his children to return

The waves roll on to the shore, whispering sweet nothings.

The fleet of stairs on the church is ready

To accommodate everyone who comes back.


Then I saw you walking through the gates!!!!

Then another, an other, and an other

All were carrying school bags, full of memories

Suddenly the bell rang and we ran to the classes

The rooms are no more lonely, the benches are not empty

Let us take turns to open and share what we have brought

And recover those days and decades which we lost.



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Saturday, September 23, 2023

The Book Smeller

 

Yesterday, after roaming around in the mall, I walked into the bookshop, as usual. I always wonder, how my every visit to this mall ends up at this bookshop.

It is not a big store and among all the branded showrooms which were decorated with all posh and pomp, this simple and non descriptive bookstore stands out like a sore thumb. The book store was empty. I always enjoyed the exclusivity at this place. I can take my time , walk through the stands and can skim and scan through each and every title available.

Normally my visit to this store is always uneventful. Hardly anyone will walk into the shop and after collecting my books I leave. But yesterday was slightly different and I had a strange experience.

As I was leafing through the latest edition of the book- "I am a troll", I saw a girl walking into the shop and on her t- shirt it was boldly written- Textovert. That was something new for me and I was staring at her. It took me a minute to realize that I was unwittingly glaring at the wrong place. As I hastily withdrew my glare, I saw her sneering at me. The introvert in me cringed.

Then I saw two guys, in their early twenties, hurrying into the bookstall. I was sure they walked in by mistake. Or, they must have given the food order at one of those food stalls and must have thought of spending the time here till their order is ready

One guy was wearing jeans and a black t- shirt and was in his chappals. The other guy also had jeans, but had a formal shirt and leather shoes. This guy walked towards the stand where all management books were kept. From his stride it was evident that he is a frequent visitor here. As he picked up some books I shifted my attention to the first guy. He was talking loudly to himself and he picked up one book from the stand and started smelling its pages. I was taken aback and stood there not able to move. He went to another stand and smelled another book and it continued! Initially I felt he was trying to capture the smell of the various food items, from the nearby stalls, which came wafting through the air. But he was least bothered by that smell and was devouring many books through his nostrils. 

Meanwhile, the other guy picked up some well known titles and was going through the blurb. Seeing me with some management books, he asked unhesitantly, my opinion about the books he picked up. Only then I realized that I was transfixed by the smelling spree of his friend. I woke up from the trance and helped him in selecting a few books. 

This guy looked like a lover of books and a good reader. The other guy was still smelling each n(b)ook and corner of the stall. I think he frightened the Textovert as I saw her walking out of the store in a hurry. I was wondering how both these guys- a book lover and a book smeller, became friends? 

The smeller was excited to see many books on his friends hands and he rushed towards him, picked up the book at the top, opened it and started smelling it. For a second, I even believed that by just smelling the book, he could fully understand the essence of that book.

I felt very uneasy and I paid the bill and ran out of the store. I went to the food court ,ordered a cold lime juice and tried to drown my strange experience by gulping it down. I could not get over it easily.

It was Francis Bacon who said, " Some books are to be tasted, some to be swallowed and few to be chewed and digested". Is there anyone who said, some books are to be smelled??!!