Those Speaking Benches of classroom..

I glanced upon the benches with gazing look and felt how many students have used those benches. uncountable I answered to myself..yes..not at all possible to count.

Then I almost leaned on it and tried to understand what was written there..some carved words..different names, roll nos, comments, teasing names, love proposal, hateful things, ambitions of people, almost every emotion was there. I got many names of my acquaintance,our seniors’ names, our teachers’ name.

Benchese of classroom are not just a place where students set and attend lectures these are storytellers just imagine what must be going on at the moment in the mind of one student when he or she carved any particular remark.

I could be successful to read some like “What a roundabout” a student would have felt a lecture unbearable and wrote like this. Unexpected affection for a girl would have been in heart of the boy who carved the initial names of their names in heart like shape on wooden bench. Where the boy is now? If he ever proposed the girl? What had been the result? These questions strikes in my mind.

Well I am also addicted of it I generally draw a sweet home, beautiful scenery or my name on the benches of classroom. One day somebody will be reading my words, will he or she feel like I am doing right now?

Don’t know how many stories start with the admission in college when you are standing in a que for getting admission form and you quarrel with the person for your turn, somebody gaze you and try to ask irrelevant questions just to break the ice then you enter into the class those unknown faces become your counterpart, some of them stay with us whole college life, some for next two-three years after college life,some stay with us life time as friends.

But yes everyday new story starts and ends with these speaking benches………….