Well its years that I started going to school now. Maybe finished the school years too; we all might remember our school friends, the sports periods, calling teachers by inventive names, and every joy and sorrow related to our school life…But we will never ever forget our first day at school.Cresent high school that’s what the name of my first school was. Like most of the school timings our school started at 8. now getting up at 7 is one uphill task for persons (friends will place aliens in place of persons here) like me. But still somehow I managed to get to school at 8. yeah! Parents helped me a lot from waking me up to dropping me to school…but hey its me who got to school.
As soon as I got inside, a lady instructed the crowd to move up towards the staircase we did or rather I followed everyone else. As soon as I started climbing the staircase, I realized I was not with my parents. I turned back to find them but I could not see anything other than the rush of other students. Horror struck me…I could not see my parents in the near surroundings. This is or was maybe the first time I felt loneliness. After of around 3 years of contact, this was the first time I was about to leave my Mom. How could I bear with that after all, mom the only person we love during our non schooling childish growth years…although Mom gets replaced by someone else as we grow to become an Adult…But One thing is for sure no one can replace MOM…(Love You MOM…)
Anyways so here I was standing on the staircase trying to find my mom, and then as the students on the staircase started getting less. I found her, she was there besides the gates with tears rolling down her cheek…and contradicting; finding her was the greatest joy of life. Of that small life…But this joy dint remain for long as some devil lady came to me and took me upstairs. I could not control my tears then. She continuously asked me about which class I was placed but the alien language she spoke, could not be understood by me. So I just stayed there crying…
I forgot when I stopped or why I stopped crying but what I remember is I was shifted from one class to other after every decade or so, as it seemed. Time went by very slowly and then they finally found me the perfect class to sit in...
After a few more of the decades finally the first day of school was over but not before I met my Mom as she came in to receive me from my classroom…Maybe this joy overtook the previous high that was scored that morning but this dint mattered right then coz I was finally with my Mom…
15 Comments !!!:
no one can forget the first day of school...
the first day of the school
made me nostalgic....
btw u started school at three??
and a very nice template there!
@RSV well not exactly 3 but ya after 3 years i guess....
and thanks..
yeah...
it almost made me think of my school days..
it's beautiful..
the past time as well as the blog..
good1..i rather become nostalgic...rather touchy with neat presentaion..good wrk
@ manu...thanks .. i am glad i could make you think of your school days .. at least...
@vineet....thanks...hope to improve into it slowly.....
hey u just wrote a senti blog i remembered my first day of school
hey this is snehal so as anonymous
@snehal before i read the comment i thought anonymous must be you....anyways thanks for that.....
and hey you can log in as snehal from ur google account .... no need to be anonymous...
Nikhil,
Thanks for stopping by ; appreciate it.
Nice post. Ahh the school days. Brings back fond memories..
Inventive names for teachers ? I should write a post on that :-)
In 8 th Grade we had a strict math teacher who we called M-Cube(M to the power 3 as in algebra) that stood for 'Manjula Mental Miss'
Beautifully written. You've got a talent, work on it.
Hi Nikhil,
Ha must be pmsng because you just made me tear up. Yes, I'd love to revisit those first days, when small things were new. Pleasure of getting a new scented rubber or those poofy pink pencils (I was in love with Pink too- a colour i detest now). But I don't know, as a child I was powerless, to stop things from happening. I did not how to read properly yet, or you know do the things I wanted to, which I can now. I don't think I'd give up what I have now, but if I could revisit a day in school, once a week.. I'd be more than happy to do so!
@Saro... thank you so much....
ya i do agree everyone would like to revisit school at least once...its a joy we cant define....
abe saale.. nice post..... no 2opinions from my side on this one.... keep writing like this , u'll earn more money than wit ur engg degree.. :P .... anyways nice1 dude.... expecting more posts like this ............. \m/
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