Retirement2 mins 240 2 mins 240
The last year of school was marvelous, fantastic, full of friends, events, adventures, drama, and joy! For Anil, the last year of school wasn't class 12, it was class 9.Why? Couldn't he afford education anymore? Today it was not exactly that case, affording was never a problem, the problem was that the current schooling could not be really called a 'School' as we know it.
Indeed, it is during the pandemic that I am talking about.
For Anil it was useless, non productive, almost like retirement. Just like it the final years of school were simply wondrous, and now there is nothing like that, simply a platonic existence that is fated for a man after 60.
And why wouldn't he feel like that? Online classes, where there are no discussions, no in between class gossip, just staring and staring and occasionally writing a few note points here and there. Anil was a very meticulous student, but at times he would just look out of the window, and keep looking at the beautiful house in that meadow and keep thinking of the green pristine and joyful Himalayas. The blue sky would remind him of the coastal areas he had been to and the barriers of his house, the doors, windows of his sad plight.
It was almost like he had a contagious disease. It would be wrong to say that he didn't love his home, he loved it and it was beautiful, but school was a different world for him. Just like trees need both water and air, man too needs different atmospheres to grow, in fact to be happy.
For Anil, his home was air, he wouldn't survive without it, and school was water, his life was barren without it.
He did not know much about retirement, but he had seen his retired grandfather, who had lost interest in his regular life now. Anil too had lost interest, and he had no way of going back to school now. In a sense, he had also retired, hadn't he?