Those days....

Remember those days when the toughest task used to be just waking up in the morning and getting ready for school? Mom always used to wake up on time! On time, with everything ready and we had to just brush, bathe, bite breakfast, bundle books and bags and “bhrrrum” away. Such simple and innocent days are so lost now.

Now the toughest task is to continue with those “plans” and just push and push yourself to squeeze in this world full of expectations and responsibilities. How ironic were those days when becoming the “monitor” of the class (which IS a responsibility) would bring immense pride and joy. How human were those days when sharing the tiffin did not involve thinking about your own benefits and hours of retrospection as to who gets the share. How simple were those days when a kerchief could gather a group of 10-15 boys who were not allowed to bring a cricket ball to school. How complicated it is now to keep in touch although a hanky is no match for wireless network in terms of “binding”. How scary it was when the principal walked into the class and how normal it is now to leave the class mid-way. How exciting it was to get the new school books and how dull it is now to search for them in the library.

Remember coming back from school with the worlds’ most untidy dress with mom yelling on top her lungs?  Phew! I yearn that yelling when its days without a bath in the hostel. I guess irony flows deeper and deeper with age and maturity. Those rules and chains which I wanted to be free from are the very reasons why I miss my school days so much now. This unchartered freedom holds good just for a few days after which you yearn for control. Nevertheless, those reminiscential memories seem to be of more importance than the desire of living them again.

There are still many things which haven’t changed since time immemorial like the happiness of a free period, the desire to know the results no matter how bad they are, the backbenches which are like friends forever, the favourite spot in class and many other petty things of paradoxically great importance. I’m joyously recollecting some of those best days writing this. It’s time for you to pause for 5 minutes and just immerse yourself in the sea of memories which will surely bring a wide smile on your face.