Introduction

What’s common between all of us living creature is Time. Time that we spent living what we call life. Time that starts clicking with our first cries and ends with cries of our dear ones. Time which always is running out. Time which never waits for us, or that’s what most of the people think… for me time stays. Time stays in the form of memories. Time stays with us in those special moments which we want to see when blackness is surrounding our lives. We always say that time always changes but the fact of the matter is that time never change! Its we who change ourselves or try to change our surroundings; knowingly or unknowingly.
CHANGE- Time changes…
We define time in two phases- good times and bad times! Good times are when we enjoy what we are living and bad times are generally the rough patch of life. But that’s not entirely true. Time is neither good nor bad. Its our perspective which makes us look at it as good or bad. In this blog I wanna write about the time of my life, whether you define it as good or bad is up to you. But for me all these moments have been the “Time of my life.”
And all this may not be in the chronological order, whatever moments I remember I am jotting it down. And also some of these moments have been my thoughts, dreams or wishes. So hope you enjoy reading! :)



28th June 2002
I just came back from Delhi and got to know that my new school, St. Kabir was going to start the academic session for 11th grade from the next day! And I didn’t even have the uniform ready with me. So I was quite reluctant to go to school without my uniform. But my chachi(I was staying with my chachi then) ordered me to attend school in whatever clothes I had. Well her orders were not always my command, but anyways I had to follow it. And off I went in a jeans and a t-shirt to a new school on my first day. For the first time in my life I was feeling uncomfortable in my jeans and t-shirt. In the ocean of white and green, I was the only one in blue! I could hear people gossiping about my dress and that made me even more look like a fool. But suddenly when I was entering my class, I saw something. Or rather I saw someone special and familiar to me. Yes there she was standing right out of the class in the balcony with another girl from our class. And then our eyes met, her sharp black eyes met with mine. And I don’t know what made her smile- me or my dress but that was one of the most beautiful and innocent smiles I am ever going to remember! And what a fool I was. I wasn’t even able to say a proper hi to her at that time. Well you must be asking who this girl was and how did I know her??? For this I would take you back one year.
Somewhere in mid of May 2001
I had just shifted from Delhi to Ahmedabad for my schoolings (why I shifted, you would get to know in my future blogs). It was 10th grade, and 10th and 12th grades in India are very important as they are believed to be career making year (trust me- that’s bullshit). And here in Ahmedabad, there is a culture of sending your child to tutions or coaching classes. And so I was also sent to one of the very good couching centers to help up with my marks. And here it was that I first saw her. I can still remember that day perfectly. She was wearing a green dress. Man, she really looking B-E-A-U-TIFUL in that dress. Her face had that simplicity which made her look even more charming. Her voice was mellow and I was fortunate enough to sit next to her for the whole session that day. We had a little formal conversation or rather just hi- hello stuff. At that point of time I wasn’t that interactive with girls and she was the first girl whom I liked at the first sight. Infact she was the first girl I liked. So now enough of her introduction. Now back to June 2002.
28th June 2002
So I didn’t even approached her this time to have a hello-hi conversation this time around. My class teacher came and I had to explain her why I was not wearing my uniform and blah blah blah…all the boring stuff I am skipping. I remember it was the sixth lecture of Maths and Miss Vani was going to take it. From the very first look of her made me think of her as strict & staid. And that she was. I was sitting on the second last bench with few of other new guys. Vani ma’am had given us some sums to solve. There was this guy sitting behind me who was quite similar to me in the build, but far more cuter than me(yes I was jealous of this). Suddenly he started telling some joke to his partner and asked me to join in to listen to what he was saying. And like a fool I turned back and started to listening to what he was saying! Suddenly he grew quite and I was about to ask him to carry on but before I could utter anything out from my mouth, I felt something hitting my back with a loud bang! Vani ma’am had slapped me on my back because I was distracting so called other serious people around me(here I want all of you not to take Vani Ma’am wrongly as she is the best teacher who has ever taught me). I felt giggles around me and again I felt shame rising within me. I wanted to stand up and slap that rascal behind me but I wouldn’t. And that’s not all. The tragedy is that this bloody idiot went on to become my best friend, guide or brother, whatever you wanna call him. For me he will always be the Medallion of my life!!!