Do you believe your school years were the best years of your life?
Though while at school, we never ever had an inkling that the times we were witnessing and living then would be considered the best, later in life. After years at college and then in the corporate jungle, nothing comes closer to the times spent in school with friends.
Remember the silly things that we did with friends and giggling for no rhyme or reason? Having immense faith in magpies and deciding the fate of the day based on seeing them in pairs or 4s or more. Seeing a single magpie meant something sad would happen that day but making a loop with a thumb and index finger and getting it opened by a friend would mean the sorrow would fly away.
Eating up lunch in between the periods, before the next teacher came in for the class. Sometimes, gobbling up the food hurriedly on seeing the teacher. And then during recess, rushing to play hide and seek or occupying the swings and slides. Getting extra tiffin on certain days as some friends loved the sabudana khichdi or the poha your mother made.
Laughing uncontrollably because somebody addressed the teacher as ‘Mummy’.
When you were punished and made to stand outside the class alone, it was shameful. But when 2 or 3 of you were asked to leave the class, you all were actually happy on missing the class.
Internet was not even in our dictionaries then. It was only books and magazines from the library to share the written words. Writing interesting, inspiring quotes and thoughts in diaries and notebooks and comparing who has the best collection was like a business meet. If somebody wanted a quote from your collection, in exchange she had to share another quote from her collection with you or some story book or a stamp…
Getting the slam books filled by all friends and teachers. The focus was on writing and getting the most creative ‘autographs’.
When the school bell rang, sprinting out as fast as the steps and the crowd could take you, to grab the window seat in the bus and reserving one for your best friend too. Singing songs or playing ‘Name, Place, Thing’ or ‘Raja Mantri Chor Sipahi’ with the bus friends.
What we remember from childhood, we remember forever – permanent ghosts, stamped, inked, imprinted, eternally seen – Cynthia Ozick.
Lovely times at school with friends will not come back … but the beautiful memories will stay in the heart forever… Those were the best days of my life!