Dawning woes!

On drinks yesterday, me, Ivan and Ash got nostalgic about our school days, the good times ofcourse and an educational hazard…. Ummm, it actually doesn’t concern education at all but our school timings, after the fourth grade, inevitably got us to bear the brunt (here I speak for myself). All my happiness of progressing to the fifth grade, and finally getting to wear full length trousers for my school uniform instead of the awful chaddee (short pants) that we were forced to wear till the fourth grade vanished when I had to wake up to this music that found its way to my delicate ear drums and reverberated through my dreams till my dreams were smashed to smithereens. The music is a piece of classical composition and many have written rave reviews about the same and people still get nostalgic and reminisce about the time when they used to wake up to this piece playing on the radio even before the smell of the coffee could reach one’s nostrils. In fact, the music was so synonymous to the break of the Indian dawn that even the friendly neighborhood cock stopped bothering about looking to the east for sunrise and crew only when the music had impregnated the ether with its resonance. Even when I finally managed to convince my parents to not turn on the radio so early in the morn, the music crept through the atmosphere from one the many radios in the neighborhood. A naïve kid that I was (and I remember my school pals also agreed with me), I was of the firm opinion that a school going child should not be subjected to this brain numbing tune everyday when he is preparing for a new day at school and trying to work out ways of convincing his classmate Carol that he is the one for her. Yesterday, I found two new sympathizers in Ivan and Ash, when we discussed this music as a part of our school going lives. Ash strongly believes that it played an important part in his academic career, or the lack of it. Ivan remembers hurling brickbats at the neighboring milkman who never failed to turn on the radio beforehand. And I lost Carol to a good friend of mine (till that day) who woke up to MJ every morning on his tape recorder. And if you are still wondering why, click on the play button and needless to say, turn your speakers on.