Poet freak-Madhulika Mitra











{November 29, 2007}   My Articles

Teenage Or Teen ache

Seems like the teenagers of today’s age are quite headstrong and want the reins of the world in their immature fists. Maybe that’s why the parents agonize so much to hold them back; back from all the wrongs they do thinking it to be correct. But these arrogant and bossy bitter flowers of the world try something new and each time they stand corrected. And that long awaited teenage seems like a teen ache. Life becomes a secondary hell for these lost lights of the darkness. Parents’ orders seem like curses, wise suggestions seem like an abuse and that’s how they reach the adulthood, as grown up wilds! But is there no way out? No way to convert the dice of being a kind of slave? Surely there is! If there’s a problem then there has to be a solution: Just rub those blocks in your heads and think logically-Are whatever your parents saying is correct?

It always isn’t necessary that they’ll be wise everytime but if they are then we must obey them, even maybe like a faithful slave; if it can prove to be an ineffective poison for your life…………

Commuting In School Buses

 I am quite sure that 90% of students avail school transport facility! Now don’t give this article a blank look. Believe me it’s not a boring thing.

    So here I was! Unknowingly we all have different patterns of behavior in different buses and you’ll get to know different kinds of behavior and mannerism of the children unmindful of being watched! Yeah, so you’re getting a hint of what I am going to tell you and I am 200% sure that you’d muse upon the fact, how could you ever fail to observe such a thing!!!

Well, first I am going to tell you about what happens in my bus. There are children in my bus who like to bully, abuse, crack silly jokes on each other, beat, play pranks like tying the bags kept in the bag stands with a strong thread when they see the owner very engrossed in their own world, at times they even take their heads out of the bus to shout and pass dim-witted comments on people walking on the roads and sometimes even molding foil papers and shooting them on unconscious victims down on the roads. Such children fix a seat at the second half of the bus. And you know what? All these children are usually children above 7th standard except for those ones who are younger than me and get into a bad company and accompany such elder ones. The first few rows of seats are occupied by the children who are a way innocent-I mean children unto 6th standard maybe! And I am very much sure that you’d get your splits open when you get to know that I sit amongst these kids!!! But it has an advantage too. I pass all my time in looking around and seeing how the small children laugh at the most silliest thing possible and how they fall asleep suddenly or that cute posture in which they sit and look out of the window or often when they see anyone having snacks, they bravely but still innocently go to that person to ask him/her share it with them. I even relish the sight of children enthusiastically reciting poems to each other or the bit elder ones teaching those little ducklings some multiplication tables or the children enjoying their paper games from the papers torn from their copies. I totally enjoy their delicate purity and……………………..OOOps, I guess I got a little carried away!
  When I often ask my friends how do they spend their time in their buses; some tell me about the nightmares they face from their ‘odd-evens’ group in their busses who always like to play that game and when one of my friends decline to join them and starts singing songs in her low voice, her ‘odd-evens’ group start making her fun saying that she does not even know to play such a simple game or they declare that maybe she’s singing for her prince charming! Others tell me that they just sit quietly looking out of the bus as none of the children in the bus make such long groups and chat! How can they ever be so boring! Just doing nothing and daydreaming!?

 In that other bus that I know when there’s no teacher in the bus, all the children play ‘antakshari’ or make cat calls out of the window maybe in a hope to show their greatness wherever the bus goes and the fun keeps on lessening as one by one the stop comes and the kids get off for their home……… Anita (who’s bus we are talking about) tells me that they have a leader, a bhaia of 10th class. I hope you can think of the condition of that dutiful bus captain who against all odds has promised not to loose but often feels life to be unfair! I think what an amusing life must they be having to be united and it really amazes me about the tales of how the conductor complains to principal ma’am and how they save each other from being scolded and how do they even accompany each other in punishments, ‘Dost ho to aise’!

 I often think of those buses where they have a really very strict bus conductor and there’s that gang ‘the shikaydi tattoo’ gang who keep a record of those children who move outside from the bus just to roam around or to go to the canteen when they’re not supposed to, of those children who beat and abuse in the bus and also those who refuse to converse in english. This gang doesn’t do all this for helping the bus captain but just for the sake of their fun. And then after being successful in their mission, they forward those names to principal ma’am and then you guys can very well imagine what usually happens next……………

 I am just thinking about the pleasure those other children get when the leader of this gang is absent at times and the other members of that group loose their powers without him or the bliss of those children who can easily break the so-called rules when they see this gang totally engrossed in spying other children and the next day those few children, when they sit peacefully happy with the thought that they haven’t been caught and then they discover that the name at the top of the list is theirs!!!      

 Whatever be the thing, afterall we not only enjoy in school but also in the bus either by daydreaming or by going through such adventures that are embarrassing enough not to be able to recollect when we grow up!

Note:this article is based on india’s culture



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