Curtain

                                                            CUrtain

Most Std XII students would have read this poem by Helen Spading. As I don't like poems, I thought it would be boring but, I must admit that my dear principal is the secret behind me not dozing off during English classes that deal with poems.

One day she came to class as usual and placed her books on the table. We thought she would start a new lesson but instead she said: "Being in 12 grade you will be soon parting from your friends, school and will experience parting. I would like each of you to stand up and express your feelings on parting."

Well she started from boys, they had answers like – sad, end, sorrow etc etc. Girls were like – missing, anxiety, sorrow and HAPPY!! This “happy” was by me (as usual the odd one out!). That made her eyes pop-out for sure, well that indicated me for stating my reason for it. Well I surely had a valid reason, I told in a very simple language “when there is a parting, there is something new to get on with, new to experience, and more of all new to learn.” Well as always she again opposed (may be cause she had to bring that kind of mood in class for taking this lesson), and told me to sit down…..and she was busy explaining about parting of countries, religion, etc.

But, my mind still not out of the topic, was wandering around thinking of all those partings which I have experienced in my life. Parting from my dad for nearly 8 months (uh…dad got a transfer to Chennai and me, mum and bro were in Delhi don’t think of any rubbish ;)), parting from my friends in Delhi, more of all parting from a place where I was bought up till the age of 13(Delhi).

But, in all these partings I have never felt sad or depressed, I opened my eyes in the morning and wolla! Here I  step out into a new surrounding, language, culture, tradition and people. I felt excited, and was happily accepting the changes. Got on with new friends, teachers, soon got into the new language (though not that fluent enough…yet…) and new problems (inseparable thing from me ;)).

Slowly coming back to the class, I understood that the poem “Curtain” is about two ‘Love-Birds’ getting parted due to a political fight. So I turn the steering of my thoughts, just went to a flash back of when I was in 11 grade. A very young age to be in love but still, for a second I got on with the same numbness I felt that day when I got PARTED from him. And that became the secret reason (revealed now) behind the last moment learner to do her exams up to just a satisfactory level.

While thinking about this, a wonderful conversation with a person (close to me) two days back, stroke me. I happened to share about my love story with him, I got a very highly satisfying answer (advice/opinion) and as they say it just opened my eyes! The statement uttered by him is something which still is not getting out of my mind – “Love comes out of independence, and independence comes out of maturity!” hmmm that made me realize that I am just 17 and have got loads to experience and go through. And this again brings me back to the same point, CHANGES! After my schooling a new campus life, new ppl, new everything ….and of course I’ll be facing it, and getting through it, and will enjoy it out in all situations!

Bell rings!! And I just conclude my thoughts by realizing one thing that I am still an individual who doesn’t knows who or what am I like, so there is a lot still to understand about my self J thanks to him J

And yeah about the parting…well I am always happy with changes, and partings, I still stick on to that point of being HAPPY in all kind of partings!!!  My  choice my thoughts! J