THOSE WERE THE DAYS MY FRIEND

Due to my father's job I grew up in a beautiful cosmopolitan environment.I spent my childhood,my teenage in IIT Kharagpur.The campus life was beautiful.We grew up in the midst of nature.The greenary that enveloped the campus and our lives is something which I miss everyday now.It was a strange life........filled with so much laughter,love,friends,beauty and peace.......that today it becomes difficult sometimes to keep pace with the busy city where i'm staying for the last 14 yrs.
I remember the days when our gang of girls(8 members in all)used to cycle around the campus non-stop in the evening......or after our I.C.S.E exam how Munia,Shaon and me used to go for morning walks,and then sleep till 10 to compensate for getting up early.Those long session of "adda's",where everybody spoke together and nobody listened,where even the slightest thing would make us laugh our hearts out......is something which I know I won't get back anymore.
As we reached our teenage....and the years later.....we used to look forward to DURGA PUJA.The TECHNOLOGY CLUB's puja is still so fresh in my memory.The whole of campus would be there.It was the place for reunions.It still is I believe.The stalls that were given during the puja were our special attraction.We used to spend hours sitting in the stalls....chatting nonsense.Puja was also the time to fall in love for the first time.....and the second time.....and maybe the third time also.
Childhood and its memory is the most precious possession of my life.There was a time when I used to think how am I going to stay without my gang of girls.......but here I am surviving without then nearby.......with only the memories of the time spent together.I am very blessed to have a wonderful childhood and the best of friends in the world."THOSE WERE THE DAYS MY FRIEND,I THOUGHT WOULD NEVER END............",but I guess everything comes to an end as life also comes to an end......what remains is only the memory.

CAZO MISS

I still remember the day vividly when I,only 4yrs old then,went with my parents,holding their hands to a white and blue building one fine morning.My father patted me at my back and told me,"This is going to be your school.You'll make new friends here and will play with them.Now when we go inside answer whatever is asked to you."Now I was always a very shy and timid child(I am still timid though),I was nervous the moment I entered the Principal's room,and when I was taken through the long corridor to a secluded room on the other side,I had already started crying.It seemed to me that the corridor was too long...too dark...and I won't be able to see my parents again.By the time I entered the room,my eyes were filled with tears and I was unable to see anything clearly.It was a big room with lots of toys,a blackboard on the wall.In the middle of the room I saw an old lady,with short hair,wearing a floral printed frock and a big smile on her face.She came forward and held my hand and started talking in such an affectionate manner that without me realising all my fears vanished.I answered her questions.I got admission and got admitted in nursery.To my greatest wonder I found that old lady to be the class teacher of the nursery class.She was the favourite of every student.Her affection,her love made each student feel at home in the school.She used to sing to us,tell us stories,play with us,feed us...........and we all loved her.She was the second mother to every student.She managed every child single handedly without a frown.Her dedication and sincerety is rarely found.Today when I have become a teacher too,I realise what a tough job that old lady did.I still miss her...and I am sure every student who attended Miss. Cazo's class miss her.No one can ever forget the lady with a smile and a heart filled with love.She was a short lady,and today when I remember her,I can't help but believe in the saying... "ALL GOOD THINGS COME IN SMALL PACKAGES........"