The Samosa Diplomacy

Its a fairly universal statement that school years were the best years of our life. Whichever school we were in and whatever surroundings we had, we do miss it. There used be so much to do. Idleness was an unknown quantity. And innocence was very much present. I hopped on for a blast from the past yesterday with three of my friends. Phewww!!! So many, so many incredible memories came back. Wait am I getting nostalgic? Maybe yes, but then those days seem so distant now. Starting a new session with a new water bottle, a fancy pencil box, a struggle to stand in front of the line, those teachers who you never liked, some funny incidents (and I can assure you there were many ours being a boys' school :P), bunking lessons and playing football or futty as we called it in the scorching sun. It was like a flashback, revisiting those memorable days.

The Samosa Diplomacy
Now you may be wondering what this is all about, but this part of the post is exclusively about my Campion buddies. Canteen Aunty and her samosas have an unmatched legacy. We actually had our friendship and going about defined by those Rs. 2/- samosas. I can assure you that there was not even one mouthful when you had a samosa, but we had 10-15 suitors for each one we bought. Steaming hot and with special chutney made out of Frooty (yes that was the secret ingredient :D ). The guy who bought the samosa was the undisputed king for the next minute or half, because that was how long they lasted. Birthday treats were so simple and pocket friendly. Accompanied with the special 25 paise orange candy, they made our special day even more special.
I wonder was it actually worth growing up, leaving all those times behind. Well we didn't have any option did we. After three and a half years, I still get a pang to go back and feel that commotion again. I don't know whether I will miss my college the same way I miss my school. Maybe these feelings will evaporate in a day or two. But what that school symbolizes is not just 14 years of my life, but those friends, that vibe which will surely not come back in my life again.
Some comfort zones were defined way before the humdrum that goes around us now. You are instantly transported back to those times. We didn't have any Facebook then but we had more friends, we didn't have any mobiles or texts but we were more connected. We may be moving forward with our technology and gadgets but actually are we? With all the social networking that surrounds us, are we more connected or more disjointed now. Whats better, having so many school buddies added on your friendlist or roaming the town with a couple on your bike. I think your answer is same as mine.
PS happy birthday Himanshu Jagan aka Jaggu, should have been there yesterday.

And this is what the quadrangle looks like on a winter day!!