On Remembering School Days :: One

Dad once asked me why I hated certain things and people so much.

 

I said because it felt good. Because certain things and people are just not worth loving. Fine, someone else can love them all they want, and that's perfectly ok, but don't take away my right to hate. Right? Yup, very right.

 

Moving on, I said I'd write something about school days. This is my way of catching up with the nostalgia because frankly, if I don't try to remember now, somewhere down the line, I WILL forget it all. I don't want that to happen. Maybe this place will be a collection of all the tidbits that I can remember.

 

Yes, school. What all do I remember?

·         Going to school on a cycle. Changed 3 cycles through all the years in school.

·         Using Ink Pens. I used to take a geometry box full of pens for some reason.

·         Bags! Which were of so heavy.

·         Tiffin box.

·         Small break and recess.

·         Ironing my own clothes.

·         Polishing my shoes, dad's shoes and sister's shoes too. Glad that mom didn't wear black shoes or I'd have polished her shoes too.

·         Home work diary. Man, that blue cover, that's all I remember.

·         Chemistry lab. I have fond memories of labs, because they brought a strange kind of freedom from the classrooms.

·         The big bell in school which used to be a steel plate but later turned into a Mandir Ka Ghanta.

·         Teachers, who were all more awesome than each other, didn't realize it back then, I do feel and respect that now.

·         Classmates, who were of no use. I am not in touch with a single one of them (OK, one only). Which is ok by me.

·         Morning prayers, where students used to fall down like watermelons from trees.*

·         One teacher who beat me up once. (I remember your name man, and we will meet again surely, he he)

 

Yup, that's some of it. There is a lot more. But that in some other post.

 

Next, The Caravan I saw On a Road While Coming Back From Office.