Time to go back to school...

This post is totally inspired by this note i was tagged in on facebook. I loved it so much that i couldn't resist sharing it.

This week of june is the "school reopening week".Every mall,supermarket and stationery store will tell you its time to go back to school.Everywhere you look around you see excited kids piking up new "dabbas" for recess,new waterbottles,compass boxes,school bags,rainy shoes and what not.

Its that time of the year when you buy everything new.new books are bought and read purely out of excitement.All this is just the preparation bit.schools have not yet begun...

Then comes the big day.First day of school.new classrooms,classmates,class teachers...!! Assembly programmes,singing the national anthem,saying the pledge,prayers in different languages,one hand distance,reading out the news...oh!! how i would trade anything to get all that back.

Eating the dabba before recess,getting caught by the teacher,getting a remark was a huge thing then..calling parents to school was apocalypse.Open house was dreadful.

There is somethings purely magical in school days.Gets over sooner than you realize.

We cant wait to grow up when in school and now i ,and a lot of people i know, miss those days like crazy.

The note that inspired me...

I have decided I would like to accept the responsibilities of an eight-year-old again!

I want to go down to McDonalds and think it’s a five-star restaurant.

I want to think that M and M's are better than money because you can eat them.

I want to eat a whole packet of eclairs without feeling guilty afterwards.

I want to return to when all you knew were colors, multiplication, tables and nursery rhymes.

I want to return to when you didn't know and you didn't care.

I want to remember the whole morning was filled of what your Mom had packed for lunch and the whole afternoon what you were having for dinner.

When a simple matchbox car or a Barbie doll represented a whole week's worth of entertainment.

When you actually had an imagination.

When magic really existed.

When 'Jaws' didn't look fake.

I want to think the world is fair. That everyone is honest and good would always triumph over evil.

When a member of the of the opposite sex was just some annoying disturbance.

When friends were real and you didn't care if they were black, white, Catholic, Asian, African, Muslim, fat, skinny, pink, green or from a whole other planet, it just didn't matter... until others told you differently!

I want to believe that anything is possible all you have to do is Dream.

I want it to be unknown to me the complexities of life and to be completely ecstatic by the little things again.

I DON'T want to know of work,money,relationships,popularity or even gossip!

I want to believe in the power of smiles, hugs, a kind word, truth, justice, peace, dreams and human kind.

I want to believe that all adults must know everything (How wrong we were)!!

So here's my money, my keys, my makeup, and my 20s...