Railway Crossing

Last night, on the way back to home, I was very frustated as I had to stop at Railway Crossing. My bike speed stepped down from 67 kmph to 0 kmph. The rod which was blocking me from crossing was just 2 feet away from me and I wanted it to open asap so that I can reach home and have food and then relax.

Suddenly, my brain pointed me to the memory of my school days. I used to face Railway crossing every next day while returning back home. Similar situation but different environment. I am sure every ex-student of Holy Cross would have experienced this.

In 5min of waiting duration at crossing I recalled my school days. Every time me and my friends encountered Train passing infront of us, we used to count number of bogie in that train. Still I don't know, why we were doing so every time. Another thing I recalled was we believed that if we put an iron block on track and train passes by on it, it will turn into magnet but we never tried it. Everytime a guy had fight with other guy, his favourite dialogue was 'Crossing par dekh lunga'. It was such a wonderful time in school.

We always wanted to grow old in order to earn and enjoy the luxury by our own money. But now when I look back,I wish I could go back and enjoy my school days. Re. 1 samosa and litti was much better than Rs. 100 pizza today.

In short, I really miss my school days and will always miss it. I love each and every of my dear one's who were part of my wonderful school time. I know I am not in touch with many but I always hope to see you again.