Sometimes I
need reminding that I am a nineties kid. Unfortunately I don't have too many
nineties things left with me to remind me of that. My Pokemon card and tazo
collection has been given to a kid somewhere down the line. My shorts from that
era have been outgrown. My milk teeth fell out and my Batman figures are lost.
However, fast
forward a decade and we hit the 00’s. Things start to look up and suddenly I
start to listen to Linkin Park. I discover Batman and Robin. I make friends
with a kid (literally) who has a guitar.
And the
party begins. No stress about marks or college or jobs and CV’s. We are just a
bunch of idiotically pimpled kids hanging out on the stairs, despite being told
not to loiter in the corridors or stairs.
Alcohol is
almost a light year away, girlfriends
are a vague mystery and unity is in our diversity. He comes from Howrah, she
from Behala and that duo from Rajarhat. But who cares? The only thing we cared
about was whose mom made the best tiffin.
It’s funny
how listening to “In the End” by Linkin Park sent me far back to my schooldays.
It’s funny how much I miss being told to get out of the class. It’s funny that
all my school friends are either in college or worse, jobs!
It’s funny
how Time can fly, but then again if there were no Time, there would be no memories
or dreams would there?
The Bilge Master
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