Gone are the days when the school reopened in June, and we settled into our new desks and benches.
Gone are the days when we queued up in the 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 when we learned writing with slates and pencils, and progressed to fountain pens, ball pens, and then micro-tips.
Gone are the days when we began drawing with crayons and evolved to color pencils and finally sketch pens.
Gone are the days when we chased one another in the corridors during 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 timetable was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
Gone are the days when cricket was played with writing pads as bats, and neckties and socks were rolled into balls.
Gone are the days when a few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in the scorching sun, while others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of the classroom.
Gone are the days when we used to watch live cricket telecast in the opposite house during intervals and lunch breaks.
Gone are the days when few others had "Big Fun," "pulippu muttai," "gulfi ice," "seeval ice!" and "pepsi!" at 4 o'clock.
Gone are the days of Sports Day, 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 when we learned, enjoyed, played, won, lost, laughed, cried, fought, and thought.
Gone are the days with so much fun in them, so many friends, so much experience, and more.
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends. Now we don't have time to say hi.
Gone are the days when we played games on the road. Now we code on the road with a 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 but fun-filled in our hearts. Now we have the ATM and credit card, but with an empty heart.
Gone are the days when 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 forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
No matter whatever you are and how busy you are, don't forget to live the life that still exists. It won't be there forever.
From India, Delhi
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Gone are the days when we queued up in the 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 when we learned writing with slates and pencils, and progressed to fountain pens, ball pens, and then micro-tips.
Gone are the days when we began drawing with crayons and evolved to color pencils and finally sketch pens.
Gone are the days when we chased one another in the corridors during 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 timetable was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons.
Gone are the days when cricket was played with writing pads as bats, and neckties and socks were rolled into balls.
Gone are the days when a few played "kabadi" and "Kho-Kho" in the scorching sun, while others simply played "book cricket" in the confines of the classroom.
Gone are the days when we used to watch live cricket telecast in the opposite house during intervals and lunch breaks.
Gone are the days when few others had "Big Fun," "pulippu muttai," "gulfi ice," "seeval ice!" and "pepsi!" at 4 o'clock.
Gone are the days of Sports Day, 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 when we learned, enjoyed, played, won, lost, laughed, cried, fought, and thought.
Gone are the days with so much fun in them, so many friends, so much experience, and more.
Gone are the days when we used to talk for hours with our friends. Now we don't have time to say hi.
Gone are the days when we played games on the road. Now we code on the road with a 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 but fun-filled in our hearts. Now we have the ATM and credit card, but with an empty heart.
Gone are the days when 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 forever and ever and ever and ever and ever.
No matter whatever you are and how busy you are, don't forget to live the life that still exists. It won't be there forever.
From India, Delhi
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Hi, my request as a friend... please stop this, dear. I was enjoying reading this post; it took me back to my school days. However, these lines made me upset. Please stop posting this, dear. Put an end to this mystery. I do not know who started it, and they became popular.
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Your fault...
You are making this site meaningless. Don't you have any work except this? Ridiculous. You people should be with other sites.
Definition of Humor - is the tendency of particular cognitive experiences to provoke laughter and provide amusement.
Your poems are not humorous - they don't provide laughter or amusement. We can understand reading jokes under humor or funny proverbs but not romantic poems.
If you are so good at writing, why don't you have a separate blog for yourself and your friends so you all can enjoy it?
Others do paste poems, but they do it rarely. You seem to be only reading and pasting romantic poems all the time.
What's this? This site is meant for professionals to discuss serious HR-related issues. Kindly cooperate in increasing your knowledge as well as the knowledge of other HR members by taking an active part in discussions related to HR.
Don't be idiotic and post foolish threads, and don't waste your time discussing these posts. Mind your posting, avoid repeating the same old topics again and again.
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You are making this site meaningless. Don't you have any work except this? Ridiculous. You people should be with other sites.
Definition of Humor - is the tendency of particular cognitive experiences to provoke laughter and provide amusement.
Your poems are not humorous - they don't provide laughter or amusement. We can understand reading jokes under humor or funny proverbs but not romantic poems.
If you are so good at writing, why don't you have a separate blog for yourself and your friends so you all can enjoy it?
Others do paste poems, but they do it rarely. You seem to be only reading and pasting romantic poems all the time.
What's this? This site is meant for professionals to discuss serious HR-related issues. Kindly cooperate in increasing your knowledge as well as the knowledge of other HR members by taking an active part in discussions related to HR.
Don't be idiotic and post foolish threads, and don't waste your time discussing these posts. Mind your posting, avoid repeating the same old topics again and again.
From India, Madras
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