As I walked home after another hectic day at college, the days I spent in school came splashing across my memory.
The daily morning prayers, the fun-filled moments at our annual excursion, our excitement on winning the best contingent in a march past event and the fierce sense of competition among ourselves at some silly game that we played during free hours!! How weird it all seems now... .
How could I forget that horrifying thought of two consecutive social studies classes, the much awaited PT classes, the gloomy art classes and the time we had spent under the teacher's nose secretly wishing we could break free from school and enjoy life outside.
Now, when I look back, I wonder what was so exciting about the world outside -- was it the excitement of a new environment or the thought of freedom from rules `n' regulations -- that made us want to get out of a shielded, secure school life? Guess it'll take some time and experience to find out.
It was such a wonderful time. A time when we hardly knew the meaning of self-study and everything was offered to us on a platter... When marks were just another number and we never had to worry about a single mark costing us admission into some prestigious institution and to add to it, a two month vacation without this haunting "What next?" question lingering in our minds. Ah! What a way to spend 10 years of one's life.
Now when I'm out here in the big bad world of cutthroat competition, the sweet memories of my past days, my school and my teachers to whom I shall be forever indebted comes as a breath of fresh air.
But as they say... the grass on the other side is always greener and we always pine for things that a gone. Talk about nostalgia!
So, perhaps someday, I'll be writing about my happy days in college. But will those memories be better than school days? Just can't say now.
College days need to wait some more to get into the green pastures of the past.