Passionate Childhood days

From the childhood days,
Machines were my plays,

Cities of high rise and helicopters,
Guns, missiles and robots, I played with them all.

I never compromised on thinking deep,
Even when my score cards would weep.

I remember I failed in Math before the boards,
But never gave up understanding the matter deeply.
I fretted and fumed to make sense of things,
In two months I improved mighty steeply.

I was never attracted to marks or fame,
But the sheer joy of knowing would give me a gush I couldn't tame.

Yes, what fun it was to teach,
Concepts they never would understand how deep.

And fun it was to play,
Before school, in recess and at the end of the school day.

Hey, that was a magnetic typewriter that I designed,
And the multiple tube experiment that I designed.

Zeroing on the definition of gravity in class 9,
And threadbare understanding of buoyancy was mighty fine.

Teachers were god for me,
But disagreement was my norm.

I asked CP sir about the area of a rectangle,
And yes I stumbled upon integrals.

Oh what fun was poetry and prose,
With Brutus' dialogues, my hairs rose.

'Miles to go before I sleep'
'And toiling upwards in the night',
Great lines were always in my sight.

It was all music fin and play,
There was no pressure to perform.
I am a normal guy after-all,
Never one of the upper crest,
I can thus follow my heart,
Without becoming another rat.

Oh what satisfaction integrity, sincerity, dedication and hard-work would bring,
Who cares if success comes my way,
But success did come b'coz that is its mechanism.

Remember the debates with Renu M'am,
And the quote I wrote in my class that time
"I never let my school interfere with my education"

Following the mainstream, I never did,
No matter what was my career speed.

I was ready to fail in subjects,
But not let them go without having understood them.
Acting, dancing, sports, music, debates, I loved to try it all.

Oh and all those good friends of mine,
Arpit, Sumit, Umashankar and Mayank.