Rithika's khusur-phusur! :): Reverting into the past...

Often when we become very excited, we don't know how to react...

It was a simlilar situation, when I had been to my school after a long time!
There soo many emotions "clouding" together! The next thing we did, was run back,
to "OUR classroom"- where we had spent the last year of our
school life, the same old benches, blackboard!
We just went to the benches were we used to sit and went back...went back to the time when we were

"kids"....went back to the times when we wore uniforms, plaited our hairs, went back to the
time when we all were together... Literally together! :)

And as we recollected the incidents, I realized something.

Something that made me write this blog...

We all miss school...and that is something which one cannot deny! If not
miss, we at least compare our 'after-school life' to 'school-life', and in the
end it is always the latter one that wins!

School was hop-skip-jump for me! I never had to 'travel' to school! And
yet, used to always be late to school... I miss those late-remarks! I
remember vividly, how much we used to hate

to tie those ribbons...usedto stuff them in our pockets and used to never tie them, unless a teacher
literally forced us to do so... I miss the things that I hated the most...the
bulky bags, pinafores, ties, canvas shoes (Wearing those socks and tying
the laces were a pain..esp. @ 7 in the morning!)

I miss all those periods that we bunked, not fearing about defaulters! P.E. periods were always fultoo time-pass...(Though I was never into sports, I
liked 'em coz they were always free!!) Nick-naming teachers, emptying water-bottles on each other a week or two before Holi, eating dabbas while lecture was going on! As girls, we used to always carry our "anywhere make-up kit"...
I miss putting kajal and asking "Spread nahi hua na?"

P.S: For us, without a mirror, all those were a feat to boast about! :P
Playing red hands, fighting for window-seats! Phew! The list would never end!

I miss school because I miss being what I was, then!
When we cried people cared! We emoted...we spoke what we felt...and
whatever we did was genuine, from heart! No pretence...
We were with people, with whom we LIKED to be with... If our best
friends did something that we didn't like or hurt us, we told him/her, or
atleast cried/taunted, and that's it! We would then become batti!
Fights used to never last more than a day...because our world revolved around that batch of 65-70 students! We weren't into any other "relationships"...
We had no other "responsibilities".... All we had to worry was about the homework that was to be done! People got what they deserved, talents were always recognized and respected...
We didn't have to struggle 'proving' ourselves!
Our parents never worried about their children getting into wrong company..
talking with boys wasn't a problem.

The fun we had never depended on the pocket money in our purse!
We had nothing to even show-off!
That was the time when we yelled to get out of school, and face the real world!

Today, when we have 'em all...we still feel something is amiss! I realized, as we grew, our egos also grew....and today we are at such a stage wherein we have become too complacent....
about maybe, everything!

Try making a list of WHAT MATTER TO YOU...and see wether there are more people in it, or things!

We have gone past the most special stage of life! Now the only way, to

keep it alive, other than memories, is by keeping the child in you alive! It is

okay to talk to yourself, trip and fall down,jump up and down when you are excited, having
candy-bars and dropping them on your dress, rejoicing the first rain, running fast while crossing in traffic signals...
So, next time you are bored and miss something, something that isn't yours anymore just go out, call out your buddies and do all those stuff you did as a kid!
Next time, when your friend ignores you or hurts you, tell it to him right on his face!
Maybe you might just save an old friendship from turning sour...