Thursday, 19 June 2008

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.....

7 comments:

Shreya said...

Hey Nikhil,
nice one again. School days can never be forgotten. Be it good or bad. Looking back you realise how good you were at somethings and how foolish you might have been at times.Best days of ones life ll surely be school days. One can never take those memories away from you.
Keep going buddy.....

Harish Rao said...

hiii nikhil,
While going through ur story i remembered my school days........fantastic way of narrating it......der r so many similarities .......between our school life........i think every reader who goes through ur story will connect to it instinctively.......
School days wer are n will always be the best days in a persons life.......!!!! cheers...!!!

mandar101 said...

hey babban!! its jus one word for u.... "AUSMN"... u surely hav good prospects for writing my biography..... hehehehehe!!
jus miss those days man... cricket after school at central... dat masala pav at QC... and also ur infamous chick-chasing at ram-maruti.... lif is so fast ...but surely comes in full circle... ur growing in leaps and bounds man... am i gonna see a gr8 philosopher returning back from uk or wat???(wen u come here for once)

Unknown said...

tare zameen par.......

Anonymous said...

it is the very fine facts that you still remember which makes others feel so special about being your friend..

Accounting & Finance ko maar goli yaar, writer ban ja tu....keep the good work going

Paresh said...

Well, I jus couldn't resist anymore frm commenting, coz wen it comes 2 biographies, I jus luv reading dem. Der is always sumthin spl 2 learn abt dat person, sumtyms U get those goosebumps n those feelings of Deja Vu lyk it happen in ur life too. N its always beautiful wen its in simple form with no exaggerations.
So,nice one there dude, keep posting....(-_-)

sharat shetty said...

hi dude..........
superb memory yaar........mind blowing....how can u remember all those small things yaar....y don't u write a book on ur school days.....it will be great fun to read......u enjoyed ur school life to the fullest......keep it up....god bless u.....and all ur dreams be fulfilled........