GONE ARE THOSE DAYS

GONE ARE THOSE DAYS...-A SINCERE DEDICATION TO ALL MY FRIENDS, TEACHERS AND MY DEAR SCHOOL...

 I remember those mornings when I woke up whining not wanting to go to school fearing a not prepared test or undone homework.

School phobia-you may call it,everyone definelty has passed this phase at some point in their life.I recall my first day at school which I declare tragic for a three year old.The moment my mum turned to leave the "awful" classroom I was subjected to,tears burst out and I let out a loud cry.Unable to leave me crying,my mom rushed immediately only to hug me.The teacher  was a witness to so many heart touching incidents of this kind that over the years she had become resitant to this innocent feeling of mother-child relation,that she requested mum to leave the classroom at once to avoid predicted sentimental scenes.However she looked at mum with an assuring promise that I would be fine under her custody.The minute mum was sent away,I became violent.With tears rolling down mercilessly crossing the corners of my little lips,I went around the class stomping only to throw all my books which had been neatly covered and stuck with clean labels-by hands that desired only to see me successful and well settled in life- onto the floor.However my temper chilled within minutes as I realised my drama wouldn't please the teacher to send me back home.Before leaving school for the day,everyone was offered chocolates to brighten up their little faces.Let me also point out the joyous occsssion of leaving classroom were one kept both hands on the other's shoulder like mini carriages of a train,singing merrily towards buses.Ofcourse we weren't old enough to identify one's buses.We were accompanied by a bus conductor who would distribute us into respective buses.Happiness was in the air when the conductor arrived at each class during the last hour to escort us.He was definelty our saviour from those long dreadful hours of learning which took us to heights of suspicion on whether the school bell stopped working!!As years went by,the role of our saviour was taken up by different characters starting from peons who would intrude between those monotnous hours of lectures to inform teacher about the untold meetings with supervisors,or it is the prefects who came with announcements or sometimes even other teachers dropped in to discuss issues we were alienated from and soon the duo would leave  the room.Alas! those were the few minutes were one would treat themselves with wide yawn and stretching followed by the class turning into a platform for unidentified flying objects,enthusiastic young cricketers batting and bowling aluminum foil crushed balls and few others would indulge into luxorious talks about the recent family picnic or weekend outing and before each one could be done with what was begun on,the teacher would be back.Wrist watch and poor timetable are the only objects I plead forgiveness on behalf of all the students as insult upon insult would be heaped upon these persecuted objects for no fault of their own and the class for the rest of the day would indirectly compel the teacher into believing the fact that tables and desks would prove to be better listeners. Days,weeks,months,years have gone by and time has arrived for one to ditch those unfashionable uniforms and stuff bags with gadgets.But no thought would possibly console your sorrowful heart as you find yourself crying yet again with a different cause for your tears.A re-enactment of your first day at school is what you feel when the tears roll down,very well knowing this time the reason is not the same.Simply having fallen so closely attached to school,you haven't the heart to bade goodbye.You had entered school with a tiny bag of books and so innocent a little heart of curious questions and now you are leaving with another bag,bag of memories..valuable nostalgic memories and a heart mould to deal with the challenges of a never before exposed world.It is a mixed feeling of joy and sadness as you stand at the gates of the school longing for those days to play for you again.The list of items that one is going to miss has no limit starting from friends,teachers,games played.songs sung,crucial incidents were you were the chosen victim to be yelled at,days you prayed for the teacher to be absent and so on... AND NOW THEY LOOK LIKE THE FAIRYTALES OF UNSEEN PAGES OF A BOOK.. LET ME GRAB THIS OPPORTUNITY TO ULTIMATELY THANK EACH AND EVERYONE OF YOU FOR REFORMING ME INTO WHAT I AM AND I PROMISE TO BE ALWAYS GRATEFUL TO MY EYE OPENERS FOR THEIR PRICELESS CONTRIBUTION FOR MOULDING ME INTO A BETTER PERSON.THANKYOU!