I don’t know, why I still remember her even after 17 years. Perhaps the reason being certain similarties between us, the one I like most was we both loved competitions. We both were good students. She was fair white with brown hairs and light brown eyes, like many other muslim girls. We were friends from the first day of our so called school life, she accompany me in my rickshaw. I remember, how i eagerly curious to know whether she was going school or not since the time rickshaw started from my house and the journey between my house and hers was accompanied by so many assumptions and corollaries, and there were unsaid and unexpressable happiness I had on my face when I realised she was coming. It was her mother who came with her to drop her to rickshaw. I remember how her sparking eyes searched her mother as rickshaw moves on.

My Mother used to tell me not to share my water bottle with anybody, but it was she with whom i never fear to share anything. We had been distributed pencils when the day started, but I always brought with me the pencil that my Father once bought for me from Dehradun, while he had gone for some Bank training and I usually gave that pencil to her, so that she shoul be happy. We used to sit together and I never liked when somebody else sitted with her. We usually fought on the stupid topics like if Ghosts exist or not..?, I used to tell her Stories of ghosts, that were created by my Brother to take an undue advantage of me, I remember how my brother asked me to do some task and said if i refused to do so, he would ask his Ghost friend to bite me and I usually told her that my brother had a Ghost friend, but she always told me that her Abbu said there was nothing like ghosts in this world, and then we fought. I once been to her home when it was her birthday, She came with her Elder sister at my home for invitation and then how my mother refuse to send me their because of muslim locality, but my 2 hours long weeping finally won over my mother and I was dropped and picked by my brother.

I don’t know how I still remember all theses things, and why I remembering her after such a long time. Her face was like a dream but still I believe I shall recognise her if she come in front of me. We studied 3 years together and then my Father being promoted and transferred to Farrukhabad, I don’t remember last time I saw her, perhaps that was on the Parents Teachers meeting when we had been distributed our Report Cards, but i never realised on that day that after 17 years I would miss her and write a post for her. That’s life we never know how easily persons come and go leaving their footprints on our heart, Though sometimes they go but we still feel them around us in the fragrance of air and warmth of sunrays. My Old friend I miss you

I have lost the days
when each morning brings a new friend for me
when the songs of birds amused me
Smiles of flowers make me smile
Hands were only for hugs
Lips chanted only “Maa”
My gigo is my best friend
Butterflies made me to walk behind them
My little garden is my playground
nd wet clay is best food
Loneliness made me play
Longings made me walk
Lost….
Still memories Live
Classroom live, Friends live, Birds live
and so the child in me….

Twenty years back in a prestigious family of Kshatriyas, there was a gloomy atmosphere .. since there was a death of oldest member f family .. There were sounds of crying and weeping.. noise and noise were all there .. What was smile.. nobody knows..!! The person who died had a great reputation in the city not only in the city but also in the nearby cities.. All were coming to show their regret over death .. but their was a lady in the house who was pregenant , the lady was deadman’s granddaughter.. she had a child in her womb.. She had to give birth to him.. She had been admitted to the small hospital nearby house .. Ladies husband was far away from her.. He was on the service .. He had been on a high post and couldn’t come due to office’s load.. So lady was all alone at her maternal place.. along with lady was their only ladies Brother nad her Mother…!! Finally on the hottest day of the year in the mid June when the sun is at its peak position .. the lady gave birth to a child .. The second child .. Perhaps that child won the first battle of life bcoz of being a male.. Don’t ask me the reason bcoz me myself don’t know…!!! But that’s the fact according to local people.. All were happy in the family and were saying that the grandfather of Lady had returned in the soul of child… All the ceremonies of child’s birth were celebrated but not in a pomp and show but in a formal way … That’s all about child’s birth..

The child’s family background was full of glory. The grandfather of Child’s Father was “Zamindaar” and child’s Grandfather had done MBBS even at that time.. At that time MBBS was considered more tough than IAS, PCS, of today.. Even after qualifying MBBS child’s grandfather had push himself in his family business.. due to family limitation.. But the philantroph person devoid his child from this thing and gave him the best education , he sent his son outside the city to continue his graduate and post-graduate studies.. That’s all about child’s Father.

The child had been named by his Father “Pankaj”.. the national flower of the country.. The cynosure of all flowers and the king of flowers..!! The child was the dufferest child of the world.. When started crying ..don’t stop before 2-3 hours.. Alwazs wanted himself to be in her mother’s lapse.. Asked her mom to remove “Dal” from “Chawaal” when they are intermixed.. dats what he is..!! He had been admitted in the best school of the city but on the first day .. the child beat his teacher snatched her hair make dracolean marks on the beautiful face of his teacher by his strong never cutted nails.. and ask him to allow him to sit in his Brother’s class… That was the first and last day or better to say the only day of child’s Kingterdon Garden period..

But child’s mother had belief on her child.. She taught her child by herself.. She loved her child very much and had full confidence in him.. After 2 years child had been again admitted in the school and directly in class first.. and at this time child didn’t make any mistake .. At this time he created a history.. He got 99% marks in all the three quaterely examination.. Child’s parent had been called and they had been rewarded at this time the real person i.e. the child’s mother had been rewarded child’s mother was feeling so proud of the child that no words can express… She kissed her child The child had won another battle of life… He was considering himself to be a king and why not..?? and so history repeats many time in class 2^nd , in class 3^rd, in class 4^th, .. the child was always 95% plus.. always toper of the class with an unbeaten, awesome record of 100 in maths always..!!

The child’s favourite sports include Cricket, Ludo and “Ghoda Jaman Sai”… the third one was very close to child’s heart bcoz noone knows how child always knew whenever “Koda” was placed behind him… He was always winner in this game.. Child’s Brdr (Pawan), Gopal, Rani, Alloo, Megha, Prateek, were the persons who accompany the child in this game..

When the child was in class 6^th Child’s Father had filled the application for him for Sainik School, A school of child’s Father dream and its very tough to get admitted in it … and like other time child again proved himself and passed the written test of entrance exam. But child’s Grandma didn’t got ready to sent him away from his eyes.. according to him child was too small and no place in the world is better than mother’s lapse . Then come the first happiest moment of child’s life .. Child’s Brdr had topped the district in class 10^th .. and that was when .. when he didn’t attend any coaching class unlike other students.. There is a photo of child’s Brdr in the newspaper with a brief interview of how he achived it.. Child cutted that cutting and put it in his file .. In the same year Child’s Brdr participated in International School Debate Competition and won gold medal in National Level Science Exhibition.. So atlast child got a role model for himself.. He always wanted to be like his Brdr.. and why not since he is the cynosure of city..!!!

Then Child has beem transferred from his old school to a new one to the one in which his Brdr is a scholar and at that time child was in class 8^th there was a change in the board from CBSE to ICSE .. child is facing difficulty in English .. In the very first year of new school child does not meet the expectation of his parents, he had been ranked 7^th in the class with a percentage of 86.. The percentage although was not bad but doesnot meet the scholaristic record of child. Again this time Child’s Brdr topped the district in class 12^th .. But child’s performance doesnot matches with his Brdrs one … So it’s a time for child to prove himself.. Maths is always strong subject of child but then he is also good in Hindi, History, Biology, and when these all combine in the examination hall its beauty is seen in the result card of child .. He had again topped in the 9^th class, But in the same year he had been declared as the most naughty student of class. He has been caught red handed with a “Chatai” in his school bag and he had been fined for it.. The child had been kicked out off class for 2 days… bcoz of asking nonsense question and disturbing the whole class, for playing idiotic pranks over his chemistry teacher and making a mock of him.. but when you are good in studies than your other faults have been forgived . This most remarkable year ends with the most joyous moment of child’s life .. Child’s Brdr had cleared the toughest exam of world.. He had passed the entrance test of IIT-JEE with a mains rank of 3102 out of over 2 lac students.. not only this he had been under 700 in the other toughest exam of so called AIEEE. But unfortunately , due to of non avalaibility of good branch at that rank he had to give up his admission in IIT.. but this time child get a aim for his life .. He want to complete the half completed dreams of his parents.. But his first target was board exams.. The child make his whole hearted attempt and once again proved himself .. He was better than his role model and a topper in the district .. This very year was most memorable year of child’s Life .. In the same year child got his MP3. He got his best friend Anurag who helped him out in getting his MP3 .. since child didn’t had enough courage to commit.. That rastogi gal was the only gal with whom child always wanted to speak .. but these things never effect child’s academics. So at the end of year child find himself with books count more than 1000 pages… since he was in class 11^th…. But he was payin more attention towards bulls eye  i.e. IIT-JEE and as a result his performance in class 12^th was simply satisfactory 82%.. Now comes the most gloomy and emotional year of my life .. The year about which I wrote most but the year about which I want to write least.. I don’t know what I called that year the best year of my life or worst year .. or simply one year at Kota.. Kota the most clean city of world .. Which has produced the best scholars of world and which is known throughout the world .. I was in the best coaching of city and in the top batch among 30 batches .. below me were 28 batches which always gave me a false consolation that my success in exam is 299/300.. I was truly honest with myself .. Good in Maths.. average in Physics … a little bit poor in Chemistry.. I alwazs remember the fact that my parents had some dreams with me and I’ve to fulfill them this thing always motivate me.. I wanted to complete the incomplete dream of my brdr.. I don’t know where I lack but during first test my performance did not meet the requirement of the previous batch and I’ve been suffled two batches below and then again.. I’ve been suffled two batches below truly I’m honest.. I attempt whole heartedly .. I labour with best of my spirits and dats why I agin everything and in the last I’m perfect for the test .. which is so called the toughest .. I’m confident enough to crack it .. but who knows where I lack .. simply I missed my dreams by 5 marks .. I can’t believe that 5 marks can change life but dats not an opinion but dats a fact.. But I’m lucky that atleast I got something .. Ilearned so many things in this year that I couldn’t learn in my whole life .. I got admission in one of the best private college of UPTU.. truly speaking I never feel comfortable while speakin its name.. but dats brutal reality.. I’m a student here.. I’ve missed something in my life.. but that something is not everything .. Now I’ve stopped deaming because it hurts most when you see a dream that does not get fulfilled .. I got so many things here that are sufficient to live a peaceful and happy life .. If you are satisfied than you are happy and it’s the fact that I got the best things of life here..!!