Backbenchers in school- Frontrunners in life

My friend and an avid blogger himself , Sunil Babbar, is highly active on social media and he frequently sends interesting material that sparks an idea of writing a new blog in me. He today sent an interesting poem on the backbenchers in school, who are unique in many senses. The poem reads as under:

*The Back Benchers*- *a tribute*

In school, there was, is and will be,

A unique and discreet subset.

A few rows of back-benchers,

Students, who were never afraid of a test.

The backbenchers took the longest breaks,

Took the longest to settle down.

Rarely would have done their homework,

Still, from teachers didn’t evince a frown.

They were current on movies,

And knew great stuff on sports too.

And if our city had secret places to visit,

They already been there an done it too.

They weren’t good at academics,

But weren’t bothered about it.

They were good in sports,

But would not bother others about it.

They were taller and heavier,

Some had seen more summers.

Puberty struck them earlier,

One of them was a drummer.

They had magazines which front benchers didn’t,

More glossy and re-readable at that.

There was an air of mischief,

And a smile that complemented that.

Except in the art class,

The ones in our class were great artists too.

They’d draw on the desk,

Art mentionable & unmentionable too.

They knew how to fly planes,

Land missiles on teachers.

And with a poker face,

Lie with panache & credence.

Catcalls and comments,

Came from them with a regular flow.

Assignments were jointly completed,

Later than sooner they would show.

They were a nice lot,

Happier than most others, I’d say.

More at peace with themselves,

Except on the results day.

Sports Day was the day they’d excel,

And make their class and house proud.

Win points and medals,

Be cheered by the crowd.

They had the colours on holi,

Their pen wielded ink too.

Their crackers resounded in toilets,

They had the gadgets & games too.

In time we met again,

In social media groups & reunions.

They’ve done as well as those in front,

The differences have melted since.

Happy then and happy now,

The backbenchers had a fair deal.

They must’ve slogged in between,

As good or better than front row, I feel.

It generally evens out in life,

Whether you were at the front or back.

The benchmark was never the bench,

Or where they sat, front or back.

Who will not connect to the above poem? The poem immediately refreshed the faces of backbenchers in my class. And the fact is that on reconnecting with many of them on social media, it is amply evident that they have done as well or badly as any of the front or middle benchers.

Incidentally, I came across another great thought from evergreen great spiritualist Mahataria that read:

Success is not what you have achieved, as compared to others.

Success is what you have achieved, as compared to what you are capable of.

I was a middle bencher with ordinary abilities, but I consider myself successful because I seemed to have achieved greater success compared to what I was capable of ! I don’t know what readers should make out of this blog – if nothing else, they should enjoy one great poem and one great thought ! After all , what’s life all about other than what we think it to be!

5 thoughts on “Backbenchers in school- Frontrunners in life

  1. My friend being an exceptional banker is very good at pouring the heart too in his writings…. Although this blog is not related to heart but penned down beautifully what actually back benchers were…. keep pouring your good work we love it.

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  2. Well ! When I was in college…there was always arguments and fight .. for last seats !! 😀 I was always a back bencher …


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