Life and Lies of M R Maiti

   Retrospection, one of the innumerable gifts we humans have been blessed with. We often find ourselves looking back in our past, poring over the memories, cherishing the good ones and sighing over the bitter ones. Diving into the sea of memories serves as a coping mechanism whenever we feel low or lonely.    Among these, a giant urn of memories belongs to our schooldays. Don’t know much about other schools but leading a hostel life of Sainik School is way different than others; Waking up at 5, cursing our stars; hesitantly dragging our feet to the ground, half-awake; the whistle of the P.T.I echoing the field; seniors ruthlessly exercising their juniors and if you are lucky indeed you don’t have to jump like a frog all the way back to the hostel. And if the workout in the fields wasn't enough, well, the seniors are always there at your service in the hostel corridor. Such a fine way to start the day!    It has been four years and still memory of those days shine brighter