When memories come back unexpectedly, sometimes, I miss my school.
Would you study at a place where the ratio was 21 girls for over 600 boys? I studied there and if there ever was another chance, I gladly would do it all over again. I would study at my school, the Sainik School.
First memories first and those were the crew cuts. Hand held machines bit into half bent heads and at ten minutes end, the head felt a cleaner and better place to hold up. Pushing down the maroon beret around the fringes of a freshly partially shorn head, those were the times when I felt heaven came down to Trivandrum.
Wednesday was the day of the heavenly feast. We used to run to the mess-hall to be the first to grab the softest poori's with the biggest chunks of half cooked beef. Whoever said school was never fun?
Board exams came and seriousness left through the back door. The mango trees were our play grounds. Two stood on the ground while the third said hello to the tree tops. Ripe, heavy green mangoes fell down and were lovingly caught on towels. Sneaking it into the dormitory, it was covered with cloth and beaten against the wall.
The soft sound of the fleshy fruit breaking was music for our ears. Salt and chilly powder would have already appeared magically. The tip of the juicy green fruit would turn into white first and then into blood red. And then, it would drown in a sea of saliva. If that wasn’t innocent heaven, I shall never discover what it is.
That world ended for me doing my tenth. A part of me died and another was born. I never went back to school. It remains to this day my own sweet pain.
The day I go back, I will stand on stage, the way I wanted to for so many years. Looking once at the empty rows of seats, I would close my eyes and visualize it being filled with people. Closing my eyes and saying a silent prayer, I would explain to myself and the hollow world I see in front of me, why I left my life in school behind, why I used to wake up thinking I was late for P.T, why I thought the best years of my life would never come back…
…why I miss school so much, years after I finally tore myself away from it.
16 comments:
What are you talking about? I coulnt understand your comment on my blog...
ah yes, those days were the best!! :)
sskzm days bring mixed feeling.... some of which i still cant comprehend... but i guess its ok.. isnt it??
we all do...miss school I mean!! those were the days!!
sigh!
thats one nostaligc post, for sure!
:)
i don't know, CC - i am sooo glad to be away from school. Working life is more fun. And you learn what you like learning.
....and am like, is this him or me talking... of my growing up years school is right at the top my "good" memories, and i mean it... i owe a lot to that place, i was in all girls school so no ratios involved.
hey criz, thanks visiting again! take care, buddy!
by the way, what happened to the alter ego??
hmm... change must be welcomed! :) good to know that there are no tears!
Guess there isnt one person who doesnt miss the school days!!
Guess these are the formative yrs of our lives and hence very special to us..also somehow the frds we make during this time cant ever be made again!
I have such grt memories of the school times and these will always be cherished
Thy wish is granted :)
i'm still there....
and ive started missing it already.
a teacher told me once that plus two level was the best time in her life.
i'm there. and i miss before. even board exam year. because, thinking it over, it couldnt really have been better. except the last few months. which was beginning of this year.
maybe tomorrow i'll wake up realizing how much fun this year actually was. but now i'm here, i cant tell.
i wish i could enjoy something while i was going throughit, not when it was over.
Well written. You made me feel nostalgic about your school :D
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in the middle of the night sometimes when i suddenly wake up i recall having to wake up at 6.30 am for school - did it for years and seems so impossible now!
the mangoe bit is so delicious, i just can't wait for summer all over again!
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