Just came back home 3 days ago. My parents, completely and totally bored without their kids at home, decided to turn the house inside out and give it a “new look”. So, on account of that, my room was turned upside down, and that is what led me into stumbling into things from my past. Out of the million things I found at various places, one big thing which led me down the memory lane was:
My School T-shirt. Now this one was a biggie. This is more like a tradition (in my school at least) that on the last day of school, we maul each other’s t-shirts with crap written allover it. Now, my class strength in school (Xth) was around 60. So that t-shirt had around 40 lines written by 40 different people on it, with their respective signs below it. One of the few times that I have regretted leaving the city. I realized that I have no idea what more than half of these people are doing. Basically, a reunion is long overdue.
Its weird how fast time passes by. On counting, I realized that its been 4 years since I passed out from my School. Some random memories from school would be:
1. Going to have a “misal” during lunch time. Ahhh Anna’s misal [warning: this anna is not the name of an english lady or any lady for that matter. The double n is to indicate a marathi sound. Refer to your local marathi expert for details]
2. Being offered tea by the “maushi’s” in school. That too, while bunking classes [like Hindi] and loafing around in the P.T. sir’s room.
3. Those long walks to the Ground for P.T. and the effects of Kondre and More on the Dynamics of the whole “line” of people going.
4. Those desperate bicycle-sprints to get to school at most 5 min. late. [going on time was never an option for me, unless I had somehow learned traveling at c.]
5. The evening hangouts. Every guy coming in has to skid his bike or stop it in some style, just so that he climbs up the so called social ladder.
6. The overrated “friendship day”. It was more like a statistics problem to qualitatively, and to some extent quantitatively try to estimate levels of liking amongst select individuals in class. Or otherwise it was just a day when a group of girls used to come and tie some bands on my arm. Somehow, the number of bands on your hand also had something to do with the social status back then. [Also, the guys never indulged in buying such stuff, not to my surprise, but just a random observation]
7. The Dedications counter at the Fun Fair. The only thing that made the fun fair “fun”. Enough said.
8. The eagerly awaited “Raksha Bandhan”. Also a very interesting day to see what and all people [girls] will do to make “the teasing” go away. From whatever little experience I have about this whole issue, I have learned that embracing the teasing makes it go away faster than anything else. But thats just my point of view.
9. Some moments like the one where my P.T. instructor tried instructing me about life, love and love life, all together at the same time. All this, when my alleged girlfriend was standing right there along with me taking the most unique lecture the guy must have given in all of his career.
10. The long lines to the Principal’s chamber during “mass-imposition” for not doing German Homework. On top of that the look of our Principal when she went ballistic with fury at the guy standing 2 feet away from me. I’d say it was her fault. Who told her to shout out “Bimba” in front of us in the first place?
11. Last but definitely not the least, the fundamentally disappointed look on my class-teacher’s face when she had a look at my last ever school report. That has been one of the most inspiring memories I have had. Every ambition I have is coupled with the factor of wanting to change that look, just that look. Something tells me its not gonna change :).
After all this, the conclusion I drew from the whole experience is that I should not go through old stuff, unless I have like an hour to live in the memory, and another one to blog about it later :P
