Friday, 7 April 2017

Goodbye School Days, Thank you for everything.

Dear School Days,
I experienced the golden years of my life in your embrace. I grew up from a 10-year-old shy girl who cried when her best friend was separated to a different seat to a young adult, confident and firm in her decisions. Our school dress changed from white to striped red, our campus expanded, an over-bridge was built, the teaching staff changed a bit, but even today when I look up at you, I can see my childhood in the corridors, in the play ground, in the laboratories.

To my readers, on 5th April I and my fellow classmates wore the school uniform one last time. We met the teachers who grew up with us for the past years one last time as school students, however, we will always remain their children. As I think about it, I feel scared to the bottom of my belly that I would never sit in a class where Jayita Miss will teach us life and it's ideologies. I can not imagine what would my days be without Sanchita Miss' angry voice. How badly am I going to miss the Laboratory classes, especially at Chemistry where I was always messing things up? Subhodip sir's sarcasm which would have the class burst and go ROFL? The happiness when Kunal sir would discuss various social topics with us, and the fear when we knew that our physics exam went bad and we must be ready for a scolding? Chaitali miss and her constant referral to her hair and her fat ( though she seems pretty normal to me)? Priyanka miss and her DOBOL DECOMPOSITION, limca poem ? KL Sir's velocity of teaching and good will for each and everyone? Bhaswati Miss and her eloquence in Literature and the shame we felt everytime she mentioned a book we hadn't read? And Priyanka Mam (Physics) who made showed us the beauty of physics and honestly I found her stories about Radioactive elements from Indian History even more enticing and encouragable to read Physics.

What was my life going to be without these amazing teachers? I love them all so much, I love their praises, I love their scolding (now), I love their classes and above all, I love their mere presence. And trust me, if I start writing about all the teachers in school I may end up writing a mini book so I would wrap it up here!

And the memories we made with the mates? The truth and dares? The antaksharis?  The fights among us friends? Losing the best friends "forever" ? The snatching away of tiffin boxes? The continuous teasing of our single and committed friends? Predicting who is gonna be the topper this year? Appreciating and discovering each other's talents? Asking the friend who has the worst voice to sing in the school Assembly? The preparations for Winter Party? The "jugaad" we always wanted to do to grab an extra packet for duties at the Xavi carnival? The amazement to see our friends in the elegance of traditional wear on the day of Saraswati Puja?

In Coelho's words, 

"A time to be born, and a time to die;
A time to plant, and a time to pluck up that which is planted;
A time to kill, and a time to heal;
A time to break down, and a time to build up;
A time to weep, and a time to laugh;
A time to mourn, and a time to dance;
a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together;
A time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing;
A time to get, and a time to lose;
A time to lose; A time to keep, and a time to cast away;
A time to rend, and a time to sew;
A time to keep silence, and a time to speak;
A time to love, and a time to hate;
A time of war, and a time of peace."

Looks like our time of these beautiful school days is over. But in near future, all we have to do is brush off the layer of dust and there will lay our memories still fresh and fine.

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