This post is all about benches.
Seriously.
There's this bench in the German Classroom, there's one on Matunga Road Railway Station, there's one on Santacruz Railway Station, there's one in a little garden on the far side of Nariman Point. In Pune, there's one near the ground in Sanewadi, there's one in the hostel... well, two actually, and there's one in the Old Library Building in the Insti.
There's nothing very special about these benches on the face of it. Fairly nondescript, a little shabby, usually with an ugly blob of paint in the middle, specifying that it has been donated to the BMC by Hasmukhlal Shah in memory of his mummy.
But what is special, very special, about these benches is that they have been the source of laughter, joy, sorrow and tears or what amounts to the same thing, wisdom. Over the years, they've given me life's little lessons, conveniently masquerading as Life's Big Issues.
They've been witnesses to discussions about love, life, philosophy, career, heartbreak, sports, beer, economics, DDLJ and other crucially important things in life. They've helped close friends become closer, and they've unwittingly aided in people drifting apart.
Some of these benches have met each other, and I've grown the richer for it. Some of them have been standalones and I'm not quite sure about whether I'm grateful for it. The memory of some evokes a nostalgic chuckle, and some others bring a tear to the eye and a lump to the throat.
And that is in the fitness of things, because after all, in each life, some rain must fall.
All in all though, over the last so many years, I've managed to get a petty decent sized chunk of benches coming my way, and I'm thankful for it.
For a non-bench life is a pretty sad thing.
Here's hoping that all my readers and especially my friends have had their share of benches, for life is poorer without them.
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4 comments:
what exactly are you saying? A picture might help.
I remember your bench in the German classroom. And I also have a vague recollection of the ones on Matunga and Santacruz station. But I distinctly remember the bench in the German classroom. Ja, ich erinnere mich das bench ! :)
Vadakkan... you really want me to put up pictures of benches here? (Hint: Check out figures of speech in your schoolbook edition of Wren and Martin. Pay close attention to transferred epithets and metaphors.) And hey Bhavna... thanks for writing in.
aah...the benches.The Sanewadi one has seen a lot of our whacky or lets put it this way,quite senseless laughter enriched discussions. Later it kinda got upgraded to Polka Dots (cos of the coffee i feel).
The bench outsides nani's place(i think u forgot to mention that) was more often than not the place where we ended up with the statement.....Aaaahhhh Life!hehe
Good one buddy.
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