Back to Kota.....

Kota , a destination that will always remain inked in this tiny brain of mine till the day i take my last breath. Two Years after leaving this city i once again got an opportunity to be there for two days. A feeling of nostalgia immediately gripped me at the thought of being there once again.I was excited , after all i was going to kota, the place where i had some of the most memorable, beautiful, tiresome and challenging days of my life. A place that certainly made me competent enough to face all the challenges and hardships of life witout any fear. Now the purpose of the visit was to meet my sister dalu who went there this year to prepare for IIT. Ok IIT ,i really want to write about this mysterious place, geeks heaven for the outside world, but for me a place full of psychos and maniacs of which yours truly is also a part, but right now its Kota and only Kota, so wait IIT you will surely be blessed with yours truly attention but after some time.

So left for Kota on 8th ,was on Jan Shatabdi Express, and reached there on 8th itself by 8o’clock. Now my luggage was quite heavy so immediately decided to hire an auto, “90 rs de dena om cineplex tak ke” proclaimed one autowallah, i was shocked 90rs!!! , you gone nuts or what, i said 60 not a penny more than that i know kota as well the autos here, but things did not seem to go my way, I think the self created myth “ I m a Good bargainer” seemed to be a very short-lived one. So finally 70 it was decided. There we go a ride through the heart of the city, the old natraj theatre , famous once for some carnal stuffs, was now owned by adlabs, the roads , the trees , the wind , the tension on the face of students , the anxiety on the faces of parents, everything was the same, but still I said to myself “Kota has changed”.

Finally was there at the Om Cineplex where my mum was waiting for me and from there went to my sisters hostel. Now take this one a memorable expearence, urs truly entering a girls hostel , the warden keeping a close eye on me, inspecting me from top to bottom, as if I was from Pluto. But who cares , atleast I donot. Met my sister dalu and explained her a number of things. The next day was busy buying things of daily use for my sis, meeting all my near and dear ones and then finally having a ride through the city with my friends manish and shubham.
Finally had to leave on the third day , was packing my things but there was sumthing that made me feel strange. Something that I did not want to happen, and sumthing I wanted to avert. I always believe that there is difference in being precocious and a child prodigy. Child prodigy is a gift of god. But precociousness, that’s what troubling me, the kids today are not doing what they want , rather doing what their parents want, and these coaching classes are completely robbing them of there time, not letting them njoy the pleasures bestowed upon them. Then I don’t feel there is any harm in being a progressive thinker , thinking about world, about ursellf , but I personally think the kids today are developing this thought process at a much earlier age, at a time when they should cherish the joys of world, doings things which they like to do. Take this one “I m 7 years old, I m not a kid”, well my reply “hey kid , r u kidding!!”.

Now as I left kota , again a strange feeling took over me, to be frank I was sad to see the tensed faces of students toiling to get admissions in the reputed IITs . But then everyone wants a secure life and if that’s at the cost of ones freedom , so let it be.