Oh! I sit back and think about my childhood days now.. They are as fresh as a dewdrop, in my memories! Though I completed my final Hsc years in a different school, major part of my school life I spent in Central school, famously known as Kendriya Vidyalaya, Pondicherry, KVP and Am proud to call myself a KV student!
I remember my first day in school, Oh! I even remember the day I did my Entrance exams for my I std.. I was shown a book which carried pictures of birds and animals and I was asked to show peacock, lion and crocodile... which I did ... and they asked me to leave.
I ran out of the room yelling “Hey na pass, na pass..” (meaning I ve cleared) to my mom n dad who were waiting outside eagerly. I still remember the wide happy smile that spread on my mom’s lips, that day, when she hugged me…
Later one day in the same week, mails brought in the news saying I, along with my brother, got enrollment and need to show up in the school later the next week. Then came the small fear inside, which my Dearest mom balmed away saying, ‘You will get nice friends there, there will be a big playground where you kids can play happily and you will also have a see-saw, slide and swing…….’, by the time my mom finished her story, I was fully turned ON and geared to go to school!!
On the First day in my school, We tiny-tots were gathered, by our seniors, to form a line and were taken to the Prayer Assembly, where I did nt understand one word since everything was said in Hindi!! After the Assembly was over we were made to say tata to our parents, which was, in the first place, miserable and taken to our class in the same one line formation, and when I reached the class, my bag was not on the first bench where I left it, adding up to my already gloomy mood. Then I was made to sit in the second row, and later my teacher again put me in the first row, since I was very puny, that’s a different story!!
I remember my Maths teacher, who used to come in his Enfield bullet, whom I used to always imagine as the Devil himself (hope he doesn’t see this blog!!) for he always used to roll his Big big eyes and threaten us with his bloodcurdling yells!
That day is still fresh in my mental picture, when I had forgotten to bring my Maths book and I started to cry at the very sight of him. He hauled me up asking an explanation and when I told him the reason he put me down and softened to me a bit saying, since I did nt bring my book, I had to monitor the class that day and see to it there was pin drop silence!! He was different that day, to my eyes!!
Oh! There is a lot morrrrre... Those CCA periods, those PET periods, those white and white uniforms on Saturdays when we have only half day session, and those drill hours following the Assembly… Did I leave something? Oh, those wonderful Teachers.. My MA and Mphil degrees that I ve earned today, and the very English that I ve written this blog, everything is from their groundwork, the credit of their foundation!! And those Amazing friends I got in my school years, Hmm.. Hey, still in contact with atleast some of them, thanks to orkut n facebook……
Now, In another year and a half, I will be putting my sonna to school. Hmmm… Thinking about those days is like heaven.. Thinking about it, It is only like yesterday that I went to school, and now my son is going to join school!!
May be one day I will sit and discuss these stories with him.
May be someday, I will sit n recite this as a story to my grand children..
Some day I may stop breathing, but my memories will stay in the Air(or on the Net, I 'd rather say), afresh.. afresh..
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