Dedicated to all my friends............
It has been years since I last went to the staff room. And here I am, again !
Face to face with the imperious sports teacher. The entire school always called him'wabh sir'.
The very name induced fear and awe in all the children. That didn't seem to have changed much.
I could see children walk by the hallway, passing him and I knew that every one of those kids skipped
a heartbeat when they saw his imposing figure, sitting in the chair reading newspaper besides the office..
There were some of the guys like me who gave a strictly beep words towards him.. God, Are elementary school
children THIS small ?! I kept wondering to myself. I am sure, me and my classmates were much bigger when
we were in Grade Seven.
Grace Miss looked almost identical to what she looked like when I was a student.
Perhaps a larger patch of grey hair and extra count of wrinkles with much darker complexion.
But somehow, teachers never seem to age. She hasn't lost her poise or demeanor one bit.
She had the same booming, commanding voice. It was always a monolog or a sermon with her
and then i saw some of the teachers in the staff room where at the times we use ask a silly question amongst us " yaar what the hell they are doin inside?"...
then one of us would say..." they must be enjoyng inside.. with all the eatables. and softdrinks ..(heaven) but we didn't knew they all have things to inside..
despite having graduated from the school eons ago and sitting across them.as near equal,
I didn't have the nerve to interrupt them
"Amit, I am so glad you remembered your old 'Alma mater'.
I am so proud of all my children. When you say you are studying engineering,
I am so happy. That should be a nice example for all the present youngsters to emulate ..."one of my teacher roise her voice proudly,towards newly joined staff member.
I looked out. A huge concrete building was occupying what used to be our cricket ground.
Many kids were straining themselves as they criss-crossed the tight corridors in front of kg ,prep classes.
Where do they play now ?
"Oh, yes, that is new preprimary classes. Remember, it used to be a playground.
And u remember of our bada baludyan??There is so much 'demand' for our school -
we have a nice name in the entire city - ......"
God, how can anyone forget our playground ?
I remember the many, many cricket matches and the football matches with the small stumper ball there.
It was always a ritual to quickly run home, grab the snacks and tea and quickly run back to the school
playground and occupy the vantage playing areas - before the others came and grabbed it.
Sometimes, very serious fights have been fought over the territorial rights and who got there first.
remeber the BADA BAL UDYAN.......... [:-( ]
The ringing of the " bell" for the P.T period.made the students roar loudly...
how some of the students made the list of team members to play in the very period..
in history lecture(courtsey: seema miss)....
. Sounded rather weak and inconspicous.
In a jiffy, a half a million kids sprang out of every cubby hole in school and the
noise level went up and in a few minutes, another bell rang and the whole thing abated just as quickly.
.usually i don like to write blogs.... but its only for my friends.......... as this is my first blog on this site... hope u'll all enjoy........
remember ur past and stay .happy in ur future............
It has been years since I last went to the staff room. And here I am, again !
Face to face with the imperious sports teacher. The entire school always called him'wabh sir'.
The very name induced fear and awe in all the children. That didn't seem to have changed much.
I could see children walk by the hallway, passing him and I knew that every one of those kids skipped
a heartbeat when they saw his imposing figure, sitting in the chair reading newspaper besides the office..
There were some of the guys like me who gave a strictly beep words towards him.. God, Are elementary school
children THIS small ?! I kept wondering to myself. I am sure, me and my classmates were much bigger when
we were in Grade Seven.
Grace Miss looked almost identical to what she looked like when I was a student.
Perhaps a larger patch of grey hair and extra count of wrinkles with much darker complexion.
But somehow, teachers never seem to age. She hasn't lost her poise or demeanor one bit.
She had the same booming, commanding voice. It was always a monolog or a sermon with her
and then i saw some of the teachers in the staff room where at the times we use ask a silly question amongst us " yaar what the hell they are doin inside?"...
then one of us would say..." they must be enjoyng inside.. with all the eatables. and softdrinks ..(heaven) but we didn't knew they all have things to inside..
despite having graduated from the school eons ago and sitting across them.as near equal,
I didn't have the nerve to interrupt them
"Amit, I am so glad you remembered your old 'Alma mater'.
I am so proud of all my children. When you say you are studying engineering,
I am so happy. That should be a nice example for all the present youngsters to emulate ..."one of my teacher roise her voice proudly,towards newly joined staff member.
I looked out. A huge concrete building was occupying what used to be our cricket ground.
Many kids were straining themselves as they criss-crossed the tight corridors in front of kg ,prep classes.
Where do they play now ?
"Oh, yes, that is new preprimary classes. Remember, it used to be a playground.
And u remember of our bada baludyan??There is so much 'demand' for our school -
we have a nice name in the entire city - ......"
God, how can anyone forget our playground ?
I remember the many, many cricket matches and the football matches with the small stumper ball there.
It was always a ritual to quickly run home, grab the snacks and tea and quickly run back to the school
playground and occupy the vantage playing areas - before the others came and grabbed it.
Sometimes, very serious fights have been fought over the territorial rights and who got there first.
remeber the BADA BAL UDYAN.......... [:-( ]
The ringing of the " bell" for the P.T period.made the students roar loudly...
how some of the students made the list of team members to play in the very period..
in history lecture(courtsey: seema miss)....
. Sounded rather weak and inconspicous.
In a jiffy, a half a million kids sprang out of every cubby hole in school and the
noise level went up and in a few minutes, another bell rang and the whole thing abated just as quickly.
.usually i don like to write blogs.... but its only for my friends.......... as this is my first blog on this site... hope u'll all enjoy........
remember ur past and stay .happy in ur future............
6 comments:
Not a least surprised that you will come with such an excellent article
as always perfect 10
The P.T and description of staff room and Grace miss was as fit as they also couldn't have thought ..
Excellent as always waiting more from Rusty's world ...
Keep blogging ...........
hey great blog again to my suprise tht u really are a exellent writer the way u put things in order is really ausome keep up and yes continue to give some gud post
Nostalgia!
Dude,you have created a complete picture of school,and also it's new constructions in our eyes.Evergreen memories....
Adore your writing skills,and the blog.Excellent!Mere sangat ka asar ;) ;) !
BTW,why not come up with a post of your(never attended) SB College memories?!? ;0)
Sun Tosh,my only recommendation is why don't you post up a pic of our school in it?It will create a better effect.
wow dude....really....awesoem post......purane din yaad aa gaye....!!
it was just a superb blog written...
years after leaving school, i could again relate to things we did there...
thanks a lot for reminding every1 about their life in school....
it was just a superb blog....
i enjoyed it thoroughly with tears in my eyes reminding me of the days which will never come back again...
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