Hey i'm back in Mumbai after celebrating Diwali in Pune.
I love turning to Pune for a much needed break,
where I meet up with my good old school friends,
catch up with my college friends and
spend quality time with my family.
But the best part about my trip home this time
was the visit to my school.
I see my school whenever I am in Pune as it's just
two minutes away from my house.
But hadn't been inside for many years.
That afternoon I was just riding past the school
when I felt the urge to go inside.
The school was closed for vacations and there was
absolutely no body except the three kids
who were playing on the ground.
I stepped in and felt nice and cold.
I observed the campus where we used to have our tiffins.
The quadrangle where we attended the assembly.
The huge trees that stood around the ground.
The church, the place that urged me to bunk my classes
and read the bible,
(Unfortunately, it was locked and I couldn't go in).
The hall where we performed on stage, and cheered
and booed other's performances.
The grounds where we played everything
from dodge ball to hockey.
All these places had undergone minor changes
and a bit of renovation here and there
but there was no drastic change.
I was glad.
Then I stood in the quaudrangle and looked at
each of the closed doors, inside which I once sat.
I look at the one I sat in when I was in Junior KG and
surfed my eyes through all those classes I sat in till my 10th grade.
I couldn't walk in there as they were all locked.
That was the time when I felt like I wish I could go back
there and be part of a class;
Be a part of my batch mates, my teachers and my school.
I longed to sit on one of those benches and
be a school kid all over again.
I walked out of the gate blankly
and hoped to meet my teacher's, the ones that still remained
(as most of the teachers of my time had left),
the next time I visit the school.
Then I wished I had the power to relive these years at
Vidya Bhavan, the years that were the best days of my life,
at least once in my lifetime.
3 comments:
AAAAAAAAAA!! I miss my school and college days too..atleast you cna look at your school....I've been to so many that its impossible to revisit all of them!!
But those days were the best man...life was so perfect...we're old and ageing now!!
i feel the same thing abt school... all choked up with nostalgia... the place we used to sit... walked... played... been together... every time i walk past it... but somehow i feel that when i think hard i can remember a lot of misery that i went thru there... i have so much freedom now... so much to do ... so many friends... my life is full... school was great but i am beginning to think that my nostalgia gives an added sheen that is not really there.
hi there suppu,Reading this piece reminded my of my school so much. Like yours, mine is a stones throw away from my place, but still, living so near i haven't been able to go see it. It just shows the lack of time and the oh-so-busy world we live in. Everytime i pass from there, a sense of pride and nostalgia grips me. Everytime!
Remembering all those days, where we bunked classes for sports and march past practice, so much fun! Wish we could just turn back time..to those good ol' days of being carefree.
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