School Life!!!

Here, I will talk about my school life. Everyone has a emotional attachment to their school and hardly people forget their school life. It was the same case with me. I wasn't an exception to this fact. Like, other children, I always loved my school life and my school friends. Its hard for me to believe that I am still in touch with almost all my school friends. And I feel lucky, enough that my friends still treat me as the same person whom they know from school days.

Getting up early morning, feeling lazy to dress up, having sleepy breakfast was almost normal to me. I still remember my mom trying to wake me up and me, getting up and then again sleeping was a way of a perfect beginning of my day. Without these schedules, I wasn't happy to go to school. The very first thing was to get up after a very beautiful sleep. Getting up was always a mission for me. But once I got up, I never felt lazy (Got Up as in fully awake). While I was in school, my breakfast used to be always chapati and some "bhaji" (vegetables) or sometime it would be chapati dipped in tea (if you haven't tried this combination, I strongly suggest to try it). And with that early breakfast, I always had the 60's and the 70's songs playing on radio, which made a remarkable change in my mood. As, I am a music lover, when I used to listen to those old songs, I always used to murmur the song the whole day.

And back then, as in mumbai you see, you have private rickshaw's or private vehicles, you go to school with other children. My rickshaw used to come at a specific time and my driver always made sure that he reaches on time or rather before time. Unlike other children, I always used to be at stand before time. And this habit made me sit always on a window seat, which later, was my permanent seat, where nobody dare to sit on it. The rickshaw driver was a very good human being. He used to always give us some chocolates or some ice cream on the last day of our exam.
I never thought why would any person selflessly spend his money and give ice cream to around 8 to 10 children. But now I realised, the value of my rickshaw driver, how great he was!!!!


I was a child who used to always talk and do mischief. Quite and honest and decent were somewhere far away from me during my schooldays. And being modest, I was a student who was considerably famous among other students. Many people used to know me and many seniors and juniors as well have been my friends. I always used to feel proud of myself of being knowing among other students. And the sole reason of being known among other students was cricket. The game which taught me everything in life.

Like other schools, we used to have prayers on the play ground. Each and every class used to stand in a row with the head student or in other words the monitor of the class standing in the front of his or her respective class. And I used to always stand last in the row to avoid any contact with the teachers. Very few teachers were in my favorite list. And I always used to stand last in the row and do some or the other kind of mischief even during prayers. Most of my teachers were bugged of me. As I had my other friends also who were in my gang. We had a small gang. One guy whom I have known since nursery is my friend Subhish. Subhish was very good in studies. In fact, all my friends were good in studies except me. I was never good in studies. But, I somehow used to get pass in my exams. As, I always had an excuse to tell my parents, that my friends are not in the school cricket team like me.

Subhish and me have done a lot of mischiefs and we had a hell lot of good time. I still remember during my craft exam, I used to go to his house to learn some craft as he used to always do my craft during the sessions. But before exams I always made sure I learnt some craft from him, but during exams I always used to forget which paper to fold where. I never concentrated during the periods ( lectures in school), I had a backup always and that was my private tution's. I was a favorite student of my tution teacher. I still have very emotional and touchy memories with my tution teacher which can't be erased so easily from my memories. I was her favorite because she was my social studies teacher in my school. And being the same tution teacher, me and my other friends had some advantages and disadvantages. I won't mention about the advantages but there were many disadvantages like we had to always do her homework. There were times when many students never did the homework. Out of all, she should ask me whether I had done or not, as I said earlier, i wasn't a studious guy, I never did any one's homework..... So she should always punish me, ignoring other students. I used to always get beaten up in front of the whole class. And the whole class used to be very happy when I used to get punishment... as if they believe God really exists!!!!

But not to forget, I did got a certificate during the annual day for the highest marks in the whole standard for social studies. I was very proud and so was my teacher. In tution I was famous for getting beating from the stick of my teacher. My teacher used to always get a new stick every 10 to 15 days as the stick used to break after my beating session. But gradually, I was used to that beating and it did not affected me. So my tution teacher came up with different tactics to deal with me. She used to keep me waiting after class. And I personally believe that was the best punishment I ever had. Because after my class, my teacher used to continue with her usual routine since we had our tution in her house itself. And I used to get bored just sitting idle and doing nothing and getting bugged listening to her family problems which she used to discuss with her husband. Sitting there, I used to imagine, once I reach home, I will play cricket with my friends and play all the games possible that came in my mind. As I was always imaginative, I always thought, that this time I wont get out of the first ball.

My 8th, 9th and my SSC, these three years were very special to me. As, these were the last three years of my school, I enjoyed the most in these three years. Somehow, in my 8th grade I got appointed as "cupboard monitor". The cupboard monitor is supposed to handle all the stuffs that are in cupboard like chalks, duster, the answer papers which were kept for checking for the teachers. I always had a upper hand of checking my marks before the results were out. And as usual, I used to always flunk in a subject or two. But then, my game in cricket was better than before. Many more students started knowing me as we always used to go to any matches from the school. And with that kit bag and a bat in hand, who remains unnoticed.

But these 3 years in my school life, I had my best of friends and best of times. During 8th grade, I met a new friend who was keen to play cricket and be in school cricket team. His name was Mandar. My this friend who was really dedicated in whatever he did. As time passed, we became best of friends. We nearly grew up in cricket together. Even I was his senior, later he became the captain of our team. And I was really proud of that. Now we are almost friends for 10 years.

And finally the day came, we passed out from the school and were invited to a new beginning which was college life. A new and supposedly happening life which was yet to be explored..........


But this school life I will never forget, rather I can't forget. It is as safe as a precious treasure in the box.

Hoping to get the same school life in my next birth if poss.....

day wen i saw the dawn!!

This was the special day in my whole family when i was born. Since, i was the first child in the family... i was a favorite to all. And it's really amazing that this special day comes in every one's life and this day remains till the day we die!!!! But after coming to this world, does everyone knows for what purpose they have been introduced to this "unfair" world??? There are very few people who really know what life actually is. These people are not seen in any social gathering or you can't see them in any place where they would think that it's a waste of time. I had some friends who had a similar nature. Whenever I used to think about them, i used to always tell others.."what a waste of life" . As then, i used to do a lot of social parties, meeting new people, going new places. But all this things wasn't my hobby or it wasn't what I wanted to do... I was looking for my purpose in my life. As i wasn't lucky like my few friends who exactly knew what they wanted to be in life. I was wasting my time in knowing the real purpose of my life. I was meeting new people so that i can get real friends. Friends are those people whom u blindly accept n whom u believe as a part in your life. I don't want to divert my topic about friendship. I will surely discuss this topic in more detail. But talking again about life and it's purpose.... As I said, i used to go places, places as in not different states or different countries, but locally, i never used to go to a place where i have been before as i had my own belief that you will always find same people in the same place. So, this thinking made me to go to different places. Later I realised, its a waste of time to search for some place that you dream of, we have to create or make a place around us that we dream of. So, i always tried to make a better place around me. As i am a person who accepts all kinds of feelings. love, hatred, pity n all the feelings you see in the dictionary. But I only accept it when it is shown or told me on my face. I dont like to know from other's that how you feel about me.

With all this, I started to live my life in my way, trying to move towards my goal. Though my goal still wasn't clear... but i was tryin different things as a trial n error basis.

continued later.......