This part of the year brings in a feeling of forceful new in every little thing of daily chore. Within a quarter of a "New Year" celebrated the English way with cakes and pastries here comes the Bengali New Year more fondly known as "Poila Baishak" in my world. Undue Sale that offers quantum discount numbers certainly reminds the problem statements of profit and loss (P&L) of school maths book. Always feel nostalgic about O.P.Sinhal school maths book. The profit numbers matched as Mr.Sinhal desired. Remember that egg seller who made loss on problem 2 and major gain in problem 12. Happy days. Now I resemble that egg seller and every day is like solving a P&L problem with no answer page at the end of the book. Only my supervisors happy faces say whether the numbers matched or not!Academic sessions started around this time of the year. New books, work books, brown cover always bought in an air of freshness. Along with this almost every alternate year feet grew a few centies creating a need a for a new pair of school shoes. Over years buckle, lace, ballerina ....fashion and style over took each over to graciously strengthen my steps ahead.
New school shoe often left sores on feet edges , which were pain full and then over time life and material hugged each other! In spite of being not that gorgeous, it used to get the first rack and enjoyed space with a few fancy more. It had most of my feet-time and hence hence knew me better than rest. Every Sunday was a polish day - a discipline of asset maintenance. Till one such Sunday , when it was more inevitable to decide that it's time for a new.
The mid-size shoe cartoon that behold the new to be rolled out the next Monday !! Life continues ..shoes changes. Old shoes leave behind few memories and depart so casually out of life as if was never there. Slipping into the next is exciting and often calls for mutual acceptance..a few uff..haa...oouch ...at the most two handiplast and on the other hand unheard elastic compromise to fit the need. A few strides of trail-run we are ready to run for long.
Friday mornings on school play ground had a free-hands session conducted by physical education teacher Mrs.Chakraborty - one of the most strict teacher from the staff room. White skates was the uniform code for the day. I missed the code. My black shoes looked shy amidst a fair footed ground. I was cornered - that was a punishment in public but I enjoyed in exclusion - watching the tall Eucalyptus trees on boundaries of the school campus, hearing unseen birds chipping. A perfect world preparing you to conquer the heights , decipher the unknown - constraint by rules! Only a pair of buckled back shoes providing you strength to sustain the reality to weave the dream.
Old habits never die. Its time to walk down the lanes to my local stores to pick one and feel fresh. It's "Poila Baishak" once more ...
Gyan #39 - Enjoy failure to achieve bigger success