life had been pretty organised back then....the kinda one that i miss till now...the kinda life that had given me the best of the learning's....the life that taught me to be calm and take control of the decisions.....back then i used to manage things pretty smartly....it had never been like the haphazard way of living that i follow now.....back in those times i had known the value of time and finishing my things in the first place....
let us take an arbitrary day of school life n see how it unfolds itself into the dusk and dawn of the world.....the mornig always starts of with the regular prayer session...."the assembly" as we call it was headed by the leader (coz not the cheerleader...)....the person who commands the assembly....along with the "girl pupil leader" to his far right of the stage.....once the command has been given ... the prayer starts....i remember those days when i stand in the class rows and used to open my eys in the interim and flash here and there....some even used to stay bak in the classrooms and complete the assignments...and stuff.....but if caught the day starts and ends in the worst severity.....a punishment that u'll happily accept....jus to leave the school and go bak home....which we hardly did....we skipped school and rather goin back home used to gossip out tere in lawns....was the best part of life....
in case ur not caught doing any crap... u survive and then the class starts with the attendadce that most matters in the schools....though less as compared to the colleges..... class starts off with a short, dark shaded, choclate perfumed,small neatly swept haired guy hoping to teach us maths....that guy i can neer forget in my lifetime....hated me like any other crap in the world...jsu becoz i was the best student at class....but not his follower...in his class i made record warnings and "sent offs"....and unlike the morning "sent offs" in which u can atlest leave the school, in this i've to stay back till the calss ends and also shud stand out the class till it ends....here the worstest of the humiliation arrives with the unhealthy fact that my juniors' class was right i front of our door...n they cud happily njoy their senior getting punished...
the class enda with me getting some visits to the principal office...which had been like a 2nd home for the no. of send offs of mine........
the rest of the classes in the day used to be rather pretty amazing...amusing at times.....the next best thing to be given the attention is the lunch break....actually the "breakfast break" since our break was at 10.30....it was the times whn actually we had the most of the unforgettble memories coming frm .... around 8-10 ppl eating from a single lunch box....not even leaving the girls apart...all having the breakfast together...this very coordination of the class...the feel of a family is something that m desperate to get back to....its comes at no cost....but comes from the memories of each other.....
i don completely say that coll life sucks big time....no never !@!!!....but then the professionalism in people..that which everone ought to have...hurts at times.... and this is the main reason i miss my school life...
finally the day ends of with some couple of sports classes ... the times when we used to play cricket...or usually used to husk along with girls...talking to them...discussing on any rotten topics....gossiping on the class masala....pulling each other's leg....teasing one another.....and expecting that class to go on endlessly to the end of time.....so that v cud just sit along and chat for times ahead to come....and then supporting each other....parenting ourselves on the decisions....only suddenly to hear the loud school ring...indicating the "time up" of the day....when it was actually only quarter to 2....
heading back home in cycles is the most enjoyable end to the day....20 cycles riding togeter front and back....making random patterns, shouting at each other...used to be like some festival noons....best of the happiness comes at the least of the prices....but are priceless.....
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memories are what we live with,
schools best fits into it.
days that are gone and old,
times that our heart forever wil hold......
@ : salute to all those friends and schoolmates who have given me the perfect start to a wonderfull journey ahead called life...and for making those ever-remembered times.......
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