Feeling Nostalgic.

Yaar Anmulle. For those of you, who probably felt like the first two words of this post are jibberish - well done! Just kidding, it's a punjabi song. If you haven't heard it, this post will not make sense to you at all. I don't know if it is too much effort for you to hear it out. Awesome lyrics I swear. Even though it has nothing to do with my life in India; this song is totally based on guys. But I love the fact that it covers all aspects of reality associated with male college life in India. I was raised here so I missed out on childhood in India. I miss so many things about it. I miss having to go to my school. I went to St. Joseph's Convent School in Jalandhar. On that note, I have re-united with most of classmates on Facebook. I remember Saturday used to be half-day and pocket money day for me. There were little mini gulaab-jamun type things that used to sell outside school. They were wrapped up in a piece of paper with a little tooth-pick to eat with. Yeah, quite oldschool.

I remember riding on mom's Kinetic. These days it's Activa I think. I went last year and it was amazing. But you know what I miss the most? The friendship. Unlike here. Relationships meant something to people. The lies friends told their parents just to save each other's ass. Going out of your way to do things for friends. Little hand-made cards with personal notes on them about how much you mean to each other. Even when I go back, I still got friends in my street that would do anything it takes to make me happy. 'Those' are real friends. That is real friendship. I really miss it all.

Part of being nostalgic is also because Arsh made me think about how I used to be back in high school. I was a very very depressed teenager in grade 10 and 11. I lost out on a few credits because I went to India in grade 9 and I was to graduate a semester late after my classmates in gr 12. Most of you don't know this and will find it insane in its entirety that I had no lunch throughout the last year of high school. My parents came to school, not only spoke to the counselor but the principal that I need to graduate within the normal time that everyone else is. I had to adjust 4 credits. Imagine that. I had no lunch. My routine for the whole semester was classes beginning at 8:30-3:30 pm non stop with no break. On top of that, I took night school which was once a week from 6:00-10:00 pm. It was crazy. I was so apprehensive about the University process. I applied to 9 universities and got into all 9 of them. I received scholarships from 4 of them. Yet, I chose to go to a non-scholarship school which is sucking the living soul out of me. FML.

Anyhow, back to good memories - I am daydreaming about India again. Sadly, I can't go until 2012. I wish I lived there longer and enjoyed childhood. I miss Rohan most of all. It was his first Diwali without Chachu that he could not even celebrate. I can't even imagine the level of innocence in that child, who is wondering where his father went and why. I don't even think I can write anymore. It's the end of this. Sorry.