THE GOOD OLD SCHOOL DAYS…
I still remember that day when I got punished for the first time for not polishing my shoes, that day when I was made to kneel down for copying and that silly expression of joy when I had stood first in my class. And today, 12 years later, I sit down in front of my laptop to pen down beautiful reminiscences of my school days.
Our beautiful life is mainly made up if three phases:
School life: 10 years
Pre-college life: 2 years
College life: 4 years.
What we do in these 16 years defines our personality. I lived my 12 years to the fullest and now, as I enter the last year of the very crucial "4 years", my childhood photos made me write this memoir.
As I quickly scurry through my past life, a sense of nostalgia runs through me. I always wish I had a time machine so that I can live my past life again. That life where innocence ruled our hearts. That life where doing maths was fun. That memory of longing for the lunch hour and having lunch in a common lunch room is priceless. That awesome moment when the bell rang and we all packed our bags; the much-awaited break in the form of a P.T period will not easily fade. It is an enriching experience to recollect all the past memories which enliven us, in an otherwise mundane engineering life.
When I stare at the board full of integro-differential equations, my minds floats back to the days when I used to comment on my geography madam’s drawing of India map which I felt was a herculean task to draw. I miss that maths class where our fingers assisted us in adding numbers. How can I forget the last day of annual exams? How can I forget the unique celebrations and the ink-drenched uniforms? Come June the first and that exuberance and hijinx of the first day of school was pretty cherish able. That excitement of meeting old friends, getting acquainted with the new comers remains etched in my mind. I wonder if I was the only silly person who used to give flowers to my teachers in STD III and when my teacher used to smile back I felt proud of my mother for meticulously arranging the flowers decoratively.
That magical moment of accepting prize in front of a thousand odd gathering is simply one of the moments I always recollect. Anchoring the assembly, giving commands, leading the march-past, I fall short of adjectives in describing these memories. I lost track of time when I entered engineering. Trips, studies and movies have pretty much taken over my life. I need a book to pour my reminiscences but unfortunately I have to put them in the form of a memoir. After a gap of five years, when I was glancing through my childhood photos, a melancholic feeling took over me which reminded me of the good old school days…
