Life is a Play where everyone has to play its part......

"Memory plays a confusing role....it makes us laugh when we think about the time we cried ......and makes us cry when we think about the time we laugh"

A very famous and well known line.

Hi my name is Sumit and i am a part of that group who while struggling to sutain and survive in the world full of competition trying to find the meaning of life.......

Quite confusing ????? Yeah this is wat i am.....

It was year 1996 when i got admission in D.D Chimmwaal memorial public school situated in Dhikuli a village near by Ramnagar (Nainital)....a new place and a whole new friend circle......

I still rememeber the first day ....How badly i was ragged by my classmates......and my first fight with my classmate.......but slowly and gradually as the time spent those unknown classmates become a part of my daily routines.......that strange looking Mango tree become our favourite hotspot........Where we used to sit and steal amiya from the tree :D.......My first punishment which i got from our most favourite hindi madam due to not bringing hindi book and i was sent out from the class........ And after that day i never forgot to bring hindi book but that is a different scenerio that my friend never come to know how his book automatically comes in his bag after the period is over :P........As the year passed by and we got into class 7th we had to go for marchpast which was more than getting punishment.Gosh that was the only dangerous thing which we bunch of mischief students never wanna try.....But watelse can we do we have to surrender and on every saturday we have to stand in line for marchpast.......The day comes when interhouse activity starts and i was selected in junior football team from bismil house and that was the first time when our house got First rank and due to this we were ahead in points from all other houses.

The days were spent.....the seasons were gone.......but one day when we all friends were sitting on a rock near bairaj .........Suddenly i said hey guys this is our last year 2gether and we all have to move forward leaving all the things here only.........And there was a dead silence....no body was uttering a single word.......And we all spent whole day together.......sometime laughing by cutting jokes and sometimes crying.......And finally the day comes when we all were standing at railway station waiting for there respective trains.........and just after few moments we all were dissapeared.........and station adds a new page in its long book of people in whose life that station plays a role of th e"Place where we got seperated"........each and everytime i visit my hometown via train i still hear the voice of "Abhishek saying Sharma aaj kya kar raha hai"........i still see the fights between narang and kamal...........But what i cant hear and see the that very moment when we got seperated ......I still remember the song of bryan adams which we all use to sing together but with some modifications :

"It was a summer of 1999"