Novice writers are very confused, though
they want to write a lot and they feel the thoughts are flowing, they get
confused, confused as in where to start and confused where to end. i am facing
absolutely the same problem. Lets go for it.
Whenever we think of our good times, we
go back to our school days. Whenever we miss our friends we go back to our
school days. I can still hear the very words used by my teachers in school. The
beatings still hurts, kneeling down still hurts, standing on the benches still
hurt. But at the same time, we get our first crush in school. Many times this
first crush is a teacher. I am no exception to this, my first crush when
perhaps i did not even know the spelling of love forget the meaning (which i am
still wondering) was my school teacher. I wanted to tell her,” Miss, I love
you" I could never say it. But the love was not one sided unlike other
cases when our first crush gets crushed. My teacher too loved me as she loved
all her students. This is perhaps the beauty of school life.
So what is this write up about? Sayings
of teachers? or Punishments? or First Crush. Nope it’s about something else.
Lets find out..
KITABEIN BAHUT SI PADGI HOGI TME..Movie
Bazigar (Year 1994) SRK STARTS HIS CAREER SO DO E START OUR LIFE
I being from section with the class
strength 44 which included 31 boys and 13 girls, the competition was pretty
high. It was not high for getting a girlfriend for us but something else. We were not aware of
something called the Valentine's Day, didn't know it existed then either. The only
two days that existed for us was the Children's Day, for obvious reasons (we
used to be gifted with laddoos and toffees and some function on the school
stage which meant no periods after recess break) and The Raksha Bandhan's Day.
The very thought of having your hand
filled up with Rakhis of various colors and sizes used to excite me. The very
feeling that you are more popular than your friends in the class was amazing.
The very feeling of beating your seniors by saying them "See I have more
Rakhis than you" used to excite me. The very feeling of saying to my own
sisters "Even if you don’t love me and tie a Rakhi, I have many in my school
to do so" used to encourage me.
The preparation starts a month in
advance, not from the ladies who are going to tie the Rakhi's but from my side,
as the ritual says we have to gift the person who tie us and promise to protect
them through out our lives. Gift the person? I was in standard 6, where do i
get the funds to buy them so, hence the preparations start a month advance,
wherein i collect and save money.
I was a born winner perhaps. 7 out of 13
girls in my class tied me Rakhis and believe me the feeling was awesome,
perhaps the maximum that anyone got. It just proved just one thing that i was
very popular both amongst boys and girls. Girls because they tied me Rakhi and
guys because they were jealous. I was enjoying being in the limelight.
I perhaps never thanked them for the
gesture. It’s high time now. Thank you Amruta, Monica, Lita, Lopa, Archana,
Geetanjali and Priyadarshini Mishra. You all really made me feel special then
in 1994 and throughout the school life.
More than 17 years have passed on now I realize
the importance of you all in my life. 17 years have passed now and I want to go
back to that period. I want that innocence back, which gave us the gift of the
relationship which I cherish and I am quite sure you too cherish and will
cherish for the rest of our lives.
I would like to mention a name specially,
not that the other so called Rakhi sisters are less important but because will
write about them in my subsequent write ups. Amruta. I love you my sister.
I was very tempted to write the name by
which I used to call her, but stopped to write so because am afraid of her. If you
remember you were the person who came to me and said,” Do you mug up the math’s
problems?” I had to go back home and
check in the dictionary the meaning of ‘mug’. For me the only mug I knew were buckets
and mugs. My first learning from you, no it was not the word or improving my
vocabulary, rather it was to make me learn how to read a dictionary. I remember
once when we were playing with scale, you were hurt and had tears in your eyes
but smile on your face. You taught me to smile even at the time of hardships. I
remember that you were the only person who used to tie me Rakhi even after
school days and used to get upset if I was late. You taught me to value relationships.
I remember visiting your place quite often after school days and thanks for
reminding me the R.A.M joke. You taught me to be humorous. I remember we
meeting in Pune in 2006 and then in Kolkata in 2007. You taught me then that
people do not change as you did not. I remember
you inviting me for your marriage and unfortunately I could not make it then,
but I am sorry for that. But again you taught me something that good things
happen to good people. May god always bless you and you keep smiling always.
Though now thousands of miles apart, and probably
we have not spoke to each other for almost 5 years, you still teach me the
biggest lesson of life i.e “The art of living” Thank you for all you
have done. I now seriously think it should have been me who should have tied
Rakhi to you rather than you doing it. You have been there always like a shadow
with me many times knowingly and many times unknowingly. You have been the
perfect daughter, the perfect student, the perfect friend, the perfect sister,
the perfect employee, the perfect wife and now the perfect mother. I pray I see
the perfect employer in you soon.
Yes I get a nostalgic feeling when I
think about all this, I thank you my school life for gifting me all this. But I
also know school life was just a phase of life. People like you all made my
school life special.
