HA! THE WAIT IS OVER.
FINALLY, I MADE UP MY MIND TO UPDATE MY BLOG (cheers!!). Well , this happened due to excessive pressure from frens. So i have decided to put up all my old articles here so that u cud read them each day until i write somethin!! Basically, my problem is dat i cant write on the comp and im sooo very lazy to type in my articles...but shell do t soon. Until then just read my old articles. now, this is a short story written by me in tenth grade (yup! dat old.) I din even bother to make any changes!!(lazy ofcourse....)

ROUND AND ROUND WE GO...
It was a warm summer evening and thousands of people were enjoying the fair. Oh! The noise, the bright glittering lights, colourful stalls and the merry chatter, how lovely can life get! It was not everyday that one got to be so. Most people strolled around with an expression of awe, they had a lot to do and lost in the frisson, they just did not know where to start. Many kids were frolicking around, sucking candy with an ear-to-ear grin on their face. They ran across the place pushing past people as if they were chasing a shooting star. Others looked at them and smiled. There were some enjoying the rides and some scared to go on them, some who seemed as though they came there just to eat and some lost in the mayhem. Funny, there was also a pale faced woman frantically looking for her small ‘dazzling’ pendant (as she called it) which she had lost. Pity her; I was sure she would not find it!
However, many people made new friends and carried home a cherished memory. Somewhere in the crowd, amid all the hustle and bustle, I saw an old man. He came towards me and stood a few yards away from me looking at the rides, expressionless. Quite awkward wasn’t it? Well, out of curiosity, I approached him and asked him if he was lost or had some problem. At first, he did not reply and he was turning away from him, all I could see was his brownish faded shawl. In a few seconds, he turned around and surprisingly, he had a warm smile on his otherwise rigid and crippled face. He said “no child, I am fine, jus standing’ here thinking about those good ol’ days” without more ado I said “oh! Sorry to disturb you, I just thought you needed help!” and as I turned to walk away, he stopped me by saying “wait, take it from me- don’t just go away from here, have as much fun as possible.” (Ya right! I thought, so was he involved with the event management team or what?) Before I said anything, he pointed out to the merry-go-round and said, “You see the ride there? Life is just like that!” with that he turned and walked away. ‘Weird man’ I thought and merrily went frolicking away humming a song across the lane and made my way home.
It took me a long time to understand what he was trying to tell me, (eham! lets face it-it took me many years). Today, I stand in a comparable frenzied fair except that I have succumbed to age- my body is frail and face wrinkled. The atmosphere of the place filled every sense of mine with joy and just standing there made me feel a lot younger. Deep inside I knew that it was not just the place that fascinated me but mostly my memories of my experiences at the very place. All those memories seemed just so fresh and clear, I have forgotten nothing- not these lights, the food, the rides, the dizziness after the rides and ofcourse not the old man! As though it there was some silent communication, while I thought of the old man I walked towards the merry-go-round. All it took was just to stand beside that whirl of light and colour, my love for the ride simply reawakened. The memories of my childhood haunted me; I wished to get back those carefree days now gone by. I eagerly wish to go on it but I know I cannot, not now, not ever again. I knew I just couldn’t. All I could do was to stand stare at the ride- the rise, fall and the sudden jerks of the ride. It was then that I understood the words of the old man. I have got to agree, he was right “life was like a merry-go-round.” Infact, it was a parody of life itself.
At first, it moves slowly and everyone feels agog, this is childhood. The anonymity of the future keeps the child wanting to explore, learn and enjoy.
Then it moves faster, when everyone enjoys and laughs, this is youth. It is then that life seems beautiful and fun unlimited.
Further, it goes faster and faster and people start madly shouting and screaming. This is manhood and the mad rush to accomplish goals and free oneself from all burdens of life.
It starts slowing down, but this time everyone is sad as the ride is coming to an end. (Needless to explain) and finally it comes to a gradual stop just as the wheel of life ought to stop someday.
At the end of the day, I guess life just seems so playful and easy. Our achievements are all that matter. It was a gloomy thought but it was the plain unpolished truth. That instant I felt like going back in time and completing all the things I have left undone and but I knew it was too late. How I wish I could change the way I lived, change my actions and change the way people know me today. This very thought brought these lines from R.L.Stevenson’s poem into my mind. It feels like these lines are more appropriate to me now, to anyone else in the world;
“Give me the lad that’s gone,
Say could that lad be I.”
Holding back tears and feeling helpless, I turned to make my way home. I walked out of the fair into the dark street; the music still lingered in my ear though it was not heard anymore.