Mohammad Hassan

Rotation of time, friends are desperate to reach their goal. They are too busy so that they cannot sitting together , let alone hangout . However, through this busyness, we are talk on Messenger or WhatsApp group.

A memorable day to hang out with friends when we were in secondary school had been on my minds for a long time. Today I have tried to highlight that moment. First of all, it to say, in all areas of life friendship is created at every moment. But school or childhood make real friendship, the best moments spent with them. Those childhood days were spent in laughter, jokes, cheers and mischief. At that time, we were happy with keeping a two-taka note in our pocket, but now we could not get that joy even if we keep a thousand taka note in pocket.

In school life, we laughed with friends, stories, chats, sports and various arguments and spent time . Trust, love, affection for those friends, together with the strength of mutual souls, took the form of strong bonds in our friendship. But through of this long journey, the relationship of friendship continues to break and make . However, friendship is an ongoing process, friendship is create in all walks of life, school, college, university but school-life friendship were the best.

Do not remember this date, but as far as the time was February 2017, I was just admitted to class nine, then we are study together in the batch of Russell Sir, a teacher of accounting of Nabinagar Shahwar Ali High School, Narayanganj . From there, we all got acquainted. In the batch we were Himu, Bayazid, Sabbir, Fahim, Nayeem, Russell, Supto, Jane-Alam, Amir, Kashem, Fahim, Saiful, and many others. About seven years ago, one morning in the month of the language, after everyone was studying in batches.

unplanned, we decided to go around today. With the consent of everyone present, everyone decided to visit the Baluchar Project of Narayanganj Sadar Upazila, and Fahim described the beauty of that place. We were eager to keep going, but in that situation we had no money. Then a friend Sayma gave us money from the teacher's salary for travel. I don't know if his money was returned. We started journey, firstly by crossing the Dhaleshwari River and walking through the zigzag road and reaching by battery-operated rickshaw at afternoon we arrived our destination.

Baluchar project site should be given a little description, otherwise you can confuse. That place was a reserve forest mixed with the river which was known as the Balchar Project, there were thousands of types of trees and trees and nature's beautiful landscape. Now it is not the same as before, the locals have made houses. When we reach there, to start our mischief, wandering in the garden, stealing tomatoes from the field, wandering in the field of mustard, many more wanderings, all the stories not remember. It has to be admitted that there was a great feeling among us, there was a desire to run, there was a desire to search with excitement to know something unknown.

Seeing the word 'childhood excitement' middle of the text, reminded the fiery poet Sukanta Bhattacharya, who wrote a poem at the age of eighteen, "Eighteen years old has no fear, wants to break the stone barrier to kick, no one bows down at this age, eighteen years of age does not know how to cry."

In childhood we had been excitement to traveling, skipped school and many more mischief. Last Fahim took the picture when returning home, it was really happy day.

After SSC examination, everyone admitted college and university, but later has not been sitting together for chatting. Some of friends migrated for higher education, many have been busy in their working life. However, in the midst of various busyness, some friends can be seen on social media. Although chatting together in the by virtue of technology on Facebook group. Someone is giving an opinion in the Facebook group.

However, at the end of the day, there are regrets among everyone. With the passage of time, age is running out but everyone has moved away with anger and pride. The expectation for those friends of school life, they will reach their goals in the future and dedicate themselves to the country, so that their names are engraved in golden letters in the pages of history, and friends can be proud of them. And finally, the expectation is we waiting for another trip with childhood friends.

The writer is a, Islamic University, Bangladesh