"It is strange how we hold on to pieces of past while we wait for our futures"

-Ally Condie

Yeah, it's strange, but I 'll always hold on to pieces of my school life. Schooling is always a treasured memory. I owe some of my best memories to this beautiful phase of life and that’s why a feeling of nostalgia today. School reopens today!





Once in school, we met friends for life, checked our crush with corner of eye and became happy when they talked to us, discussed last night match, celebrated Guru Pournima, sung (read screamed) on the way to home… I remember everything. Lots and lots of memories are there. A mere mention of school is enough to tread back with memory threads and get back to the world of pure happiness.

The sour moments make me laugh today and the sweet ones make me nostalgic.At least for a few moments it offers escaped from today’s reality.





The day used to start with assembly with ‘n’ number of ‘saavdhan-vishram’ instructions, prayer, pledge, news and a thought of the day.

‘All Indians are my brothers and sisters’ this dreadful line in the pledge, I remember, always made me think as a kid,”Shaadi kisse karunga phir?” Haha...those were the days of innocence.

Assembly was followed by commencement of classes. Homework, which we hardly bother about in engineering college, once, was an ambivalent thing. If you had it completed, you are relaxed and happy, but nothing can be as alarming as an incomplete homework for a schooler . Despite of this, I remember once intentionally ‘I forgot my homework notebook’ just because my friends got punishment to stand outside the classroom and they were having a hell of fun there. Being happy was so easy, no?

Once in a week, usually on Saturday, a PT period was scheduled early morning. It always scared the shit out of us because of ‘ Bhains ’ sir (Yes! That’s what we called him for his supernatural beating capabilities), who I guess had trichotillomania for others and literally ripped our hair off for not having done a ‘ barik ’ haircut.

By the end of day, our beloved ‘ autowale mama’ (they should be called ‘ mama ’, by default) used to receive us.





Those were the days,

When getting a star on the notebook was ultimate goal.

When good handwriting was enough to impress someone.

When teamwork was making ‘a straight line with one-hand distance’.

When we used to skip ‘All Indians are my brothers and sisters’ just to be on safer side.

When visits to science lab were full of curiosity.

When hand-made greeting cards from friends were the best birthday gifts.

When a single game period in a week was more awaited than anything else.

When cricket was played with writing pads as bat.

When there were fights but no conspiracies and competitions but seldom jealousy.

No matter how old you get or how successful you become, you will always miss your school and those sweet and sour memories that belong to it. These unforgettable days will always be ours.

So we shall try not to miss those golden days,

As they are alive within us, our good old school days…







