I am not the writer of this post this post is written by Sanchita (I actually don’t know her)…. But this is something that touched my heart and very close to my heart… Just read it once, specially the last lines and I bet you will do the same and will fall in love with this post.
“When the school reopened in June,( I use to cry that I m not able to give chocolates in school on my birthday as it always use to reopen 1 or 2 days after my birthday)
And we settled in our new desks and benches!(First day full fighting to occupy the first bench, Choose the right partner with whom u would love to sit for the entire year, So finally Anubha aunty came out with a brilliant idea of rotation wise sitting, but alas no one could solve the fight in choosing partners specially fight among girls 😉 ).
When we queued up in book depot, that our very own ORIENT BOOK DEPOT, the only book store build on water (Due to rain the first shop to go under water.) thank God they gave a promotion to the shop and lifted it up to 1st floor.
And got our new books and notes!–All the brown paper binded, nice nameplates. First thing first is to go and see all the pics of the book.
When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet managed to line up daily for the morning prayers. And in the prayer meet when we r small, the seniors use to sing the national anthem faster then us which finally sometimes had led us many times to skip some of the lines in the national anthem. He he he… 🙂
We learnt writing with pencils, though most of us wanted to write with pens like our elder brothers or sisters. But alas!!!! Till Class 4 u have to write with pencil. Then finally one day we found out the pencil in which we were able to change the refills. Tell u guys it was a great day for me… I had bought that pencil from Bangladesh market. 🙂
Progressed to fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!– ah finally the day to write with pens came, though permission for fountain pens were only given, then also everyone felt great as if some promotion in life 🙂
When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to Color pencils and finally sketch pens! Oh wow… how can I just forget that!!!
When we started calculating first with tables. Those multiplication tables…. Uthte betthe jisko dekho sirf puchna ye table bolo, who table bolo and like puppets I use to start
5 1 ja 5
5 2 ja 10….
To tell u guys I never knew what was that “ja” in the middle, which I have realized at a very later stage that it is
5 ones are 5
5 twos are 10
and advanced to Calculators, ah… what a day whenever I use to get the calculator start with 2+2=4
and now when most of us have landed with a computer in front of them!
When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals, and returned to the classrooms Drenched in sweat! Specially guys who use to stink horribly.
When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds! And just after finishing lunch start fighting for the playground. Fighting-Girls Vs Boys
When all the colors in the world, decorated the campus on the Saraswati puja! Everyone in their very ethnic dresses 🙂
When a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table, was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!
When table tennis was played with Nalanda exercise books as bats!
When few played “choya chuyi”(girls) and the default game of guys “cricket” in scorching sun, while others simply chat chat and chat in the Confines of classroom! Of fights but no conspiracies, Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!
When few good girls and good boys decently go back to home just after the school gets over at 4:10! While few others had “Big Fun”… “chana chur”,”kulfi”,”ice Pepsi”,” milk ice !”,”amra”,”boot” ……………………etc etc!
Gone are the days Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day, and the one-month long preparations for them.
Gone are the days of the stressful Half Yearly and Annual Exams, and the most enjoyed holidays after them!
Gone are the days of tenth and twelfth standards, those tuitions, those tensions but still enjoying and discussing the worse condition in studies to each other.
When we were in those days we never realized that this is only the “Golden days” which we were spending.
When we reached college we realized the value of “Golden School Days”.
When we were in college, we never realized that this is only the “Happy College days” that were spending and now when out of college we miss those days.
No matter how busy we are, we shall never forget to live the life that still exists… “