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AS I WRITE MY  FIRST BLOG TODAY, LET ME GIVE THIS CREDIT TO FEW CHIRPY AND NAUGHTY STUDENTS OF A SCHOOL WHO MET ME TODAY...

i was waiting for a bus to return, a bus halted as it brakes screeched, suddenly a conductor leaned out of opened gate and asked whether i would board it, seeing the YELLOW colour with name of a prominent school, i boarded and sat on front seat beside him. Last  i boarded a school bus, it was almost 10 yrs ago.
 The students mainly of 8-12 age group were chatting...out of my curiosity i started interacting with them...they were so cheerful in responding, even calling me "UNCLE"... i consoled myself and remembered  that my few hairs have become grey and they may be considering it as a good reference...they were playing some game called "STONE, PAPER, SCISSOR" which they attributed to some cartoon show, though i tried to learn it but failed,perhaps mind entangled in worldly things has become so complicated that it can't get easy things in a lucid manner. Their tension-free faces, their sparkling eyes in which "shaitani"  was filled to brim, their simplicity and laughing out loudly( after passing comments on me, the topic of which they kept secret among themselves)......in between they keep tickling conductor,as he was chewing a famous RAJSHREE, the cheerful souls said that "toffee khane se daant sad jaenge", apparently referring to a toothpaste ad of PEPSODENT... but he played safe by not responding to them...when  i tried to ask few question, they unanimously uproared that they are bored of studying during school time and i should forgive them...
As the destinations came, few alighted,with their naughty smile on faces and saying GOOD BYE UNCLE JI...when my stop came, i could not realise how time elapsed and how lighter i felt, just like a refreshed soul...remembering my MODI days when we followed rally of buses and waved hands out of window, run to get window seats or throw bags from windows to reserve a seat...old days-good days...future uncertain...
all hope on those anonymous, untiring, honest faces whom we call our children...our son...our daughter...
YES....THERE IS A HOPE...
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