Odds and Even
It was late night and we exchanged few email. I don’t know why I didn’t dare to open the chat box. But a couple of emails were enough to evoke an Elysian memory. There were no more high school slangs, no more nickname, no more haggling just formal words, and words enough to make you realize we’re grown up dude.
Half dozen autumns had passed since. As soon as I finished reading the email, I just lay in my bed, strolled my eyes absentmindedly on the ceiling and gave my brain a go to travel back in time. Image started filling the ceiling some haze some limpid. After a minute I took a long breathe, closed the eyes. I thought it would be really soothing memory but to my surprise I became a calculator. I was summing the odds and even of the couple of Autumn I spent back then with a grown up dude on the other side of the SMTP terminal. For me those two autumns were the perfect combination of balmy ambiance of sissoo tree swaying in the wind and the animated high school teen life. But now my own understanding has befuddled me. I started waging it on the scale of odds and even.
I enjoyed every tick of duel autumns. From classroom to playground, from hostel to dining hall, from my dear seat in the classroom to my cozy bed of the hostel I catch a glimpse of happiness in every instance. Study, game, programs, time pass, TV room, study hours, and PE classes I took all fun out of them. I think my even camp is full of high times. Despite this I know there are ample of occasion when I was what my dude called a prick (He said he was also one of it). Though I was not right up front, my unsatisfactory deeds on several occasions were enough to felicitate me with an adjective mentioned above. Undermining the existence of the other sect in the classroom, being boisterous on several occasions and ridiculing the fellow mates, I left behind these gross memories which will sum up in the odds camp of my scale. I wish my odds camp won’t be bulky coz I never enjoyed the adjective. I calculated my odds and even with a little assistance of the emails. And the conclusion: blah blah blah......
‘Knowledge, Character, Service’. I can’t say how much I excelled in these three endeavors but one thing for sure I did excelled in numbers of pals who will be forever there to share tenderness and warmth not only on the other terminal of SMTP but also on every details of life.
