A 24 year ol' school boy

For the last 3 months or so, every saturday morning ,I wake up with the same enthusiasm and vigour as of a 16 year skool kid whose boards are due that academic season. My Life@std 10th is somehow extremely close to my heart.The Sunday morning fresh air, wakin' up @5-30 to get goin' for tutions,the never endin' test papers getting monotonus wid da same ol' problems - those were the days, my Friend... those things are as intrinsic in my memory & reminiscent of the bygone days to the extent that somehow, I grude a vengence towards God for takin them away too soon.I had never met a guy in my school days who didnot have a grudge of how life would have been a bed of roses only if the the word " academics" were to be lost for ever....and yet never met one who didnot miss his alma - mater after he passed out.The Irony of life however lies in the fact that you dont realise the beauty of anything unless you start missing it....and you start missing something only when you are completely devoid of it...this is true for all aspects of life.....this is a basic essence of human psychology...probably because when u start missing something, u tend to ignore all the facts that u used to hate when u were a part of that scheme of things...and gradually comes a point where ur mild affection for that "routine of life" culminates into a strong bonding.....this is the reason as to why we find the ideology of " first love " so attractive....probably If was pushed back to my skool days thru da advent of a time machine, I Would still crib n bicker how life was all da more fun once I passed out college..." The grass, as they say, is always greener on the other side of the fence"....my ferverent nostalgia for the skool days , has somehow its base on my so called " CAT preparation"....back again are the days when I have to wake up at 6 in the morning on saturdays, jus managin to gulp sumthin n rush to my workshop on quants, come back at 12 4 lunch and commute back at 2 for mah classes.........and if that was not enuff, this being followed by a group stude on VA ( dunno y we folks r ter, we hardly study nethin in that so called group study").....sundays are frantically hectic...with two mock exams , leadin to such a extent of degenaration of my adrenaline, leavin me completely worn out,that my bed is my lone saviour.Still I find this captivating and gratyfying- probably coz now,I am aware , that sooner than later, I will start to miss them, ignoring the fact that this period was not only composed of cycles of fun and livin independent, but also of serious serious slog which , one way or the other takes it toll.But then, such is life.