School. An immediate nostalgia perks up on hearing the very
word. Of course, those who are still studying in school will not get nostalgic,
because they are there since they were kids. But, the passed out students, I
guess, will feel the same way as I did while going to school after a long, long
time.
It was a bright sunny Monday morning and I got up at around
9:00. It was a holiday, of course. And to be frank, I had no work, really. The
day was going to be as dull as the other days in the holiday had been, or so I
thought.
I was chatting with one of my old school friends and we were
planning to have a reunion anyway. And suddenly, an idea formed in my mind. I
asked him if we could go to school, meet the teachers and come back. After all,
it had been a long time since we went to school. He readily agreed. Another
friend of mine agreed to come as well.
And so, it was fixed. 1:30 in the afternoon, we decided to
meet at the school front gate. I don't know if it would have such a sweet
nostalgic moment if I had taken my vehicle to school. I had given my vehicle
for service and I had no other option but to take the bus.
As I made my way towards the bus stand, a zillion memories
came dashing to my mind. I pictured myself wearing a school uniform and running
frantically to catch the bus. The memories were fresh, as though it happened
yesterday. As I sat down on one of the seats the bus stand offered, I could see
myself in the distance, trying to catch a bus, running. I laughed at myself and
then smiled. I could see that a few people waiting in the bus stand were
noticing me, but I still couldn't help but smile.
The familiar bus came. 27D deluxe, and to my surprise, the
driver and conductor were familiar, too. Nothing has changed, I thought to
myself. Except me, of course. I boarded the bus happily.
There was a seat, yes. I sat. In school days during the rush
hour, there wouldn't be any. But I wouldn't mind as well. I'd be happy at the
foot-board. I looked at the foot-board, the place in the bus where I had made
most of my journeys from home to school and back again. It seemed to smile, as
if to welcome me back.
The whole trip to school, though just a half an hour affair,
a cluster of memories bombarded my mind at each and every stop. The stop next
to mine, a stout good friend of mine used to take the same bus and travel with
me, the stop next, another good friend used to travel and I remembered the way
we used to talk and talk and talk till we reached school.
Then, I reached the familiar bus stop, the bus stop from
where I would be travelling a few more steps to get to school. I realized that
I had been travelling along this route all my life and at this particular bus
journey, it felt good. I could feel the positive vibes around me. The pani-puri
chat shop, the dry cleaning shop, the bus stop, all seemed to welcome home a
child who had been away for a long time. Even the traffic lights seemed to nod
in agreement as it turned green as I passed.
As I neared the school, I seemed to be getting sucked into a
vortex full of memories. I could see different versions of me everywhere in the
little road. The platform from where I fell down, my first ride in the little
school bus, my ride on the van to school, my first bicycle ride to school, the
way we used to eat pani-puris, the way we used to eat ice colas, the way we
used to have ice-cream contests, and many more memories gushed through my mind
like pleasant breeze across my face.
The feel was ecstatic. In my heart, I could feel the beat
getting faster, and I could sense that happiness was up until the brim. And for
each step I took, a hundred more memories whizzed past. Patiently, without any
hurry, savoring and cherishing all the moments, I reached. Sindhi Model Senior
Secondary School, a place that housed me for fourteen years.
My friend was waiting already. And we talked of more fun
times that we had while at school. The other friend dropped by about fifteen
minutes later. We trio, marched into the school. And there! You could imagine,
if travelling to a place revealed so many memories, what about the place
itself?
The ground that we used to long for, the basket ball court,
the cricket nets where we used to do bowling practices by bunking classes, the
school buses, everything seemed to pat on our backs and tell us that we are
home.
And so we entered into the school where we had practically
spent most of our lifetime. Our steps ordered like breathing, we slowly made
our march upstairs. First floor! Ah! The memories again! The floor which we
were in for the last two years. One friend saw a teacher who taught him Tamil
and they had a good chat, and in the meanwhile, the other friend of mine and I
saw our computer teacher, the teacher to whom we gave loads of troubles.
As she was walking, unaware of our presence, we went with
her and what a surprise! She was especially surprised to see me, Aravind, The
Trouble Maker. We had a good chat with her and the accounts teacher came by.
She hasn't taken classes for us, of course, but she remembered us all well and
chatted with us.
Then, we took a stroll to the second floor and went into the
class where we had studied tenth. And another surprise awaited for us there.
Our fourth grade math teacher. She was sitting there. We spoke with her. We
wanted to meet many more teachers, but sadly they retired.
We so wanted to meet our Tamil teacher, but she was nowhere
to be seen.
Then, we dared entered the vice principal's office where the
principal was seated, doing some pending
works. At school, we used to feel afraid to open our mouths in front of him. One
wouldn't believe if we said that we were still afraid. He finished all his
works, looked at us and smiled, then spoke about the changes that has happened
to the school and updated us. We thanked him and left the room.
We were on the verge of leaving, and a friend of mine,
captain of the school basketball team laid his eyes on the court. It was
occupied and students were playing and there was absolutely no stopping him.
While the other friend and I waited in the open auditorium, he played and
played and played and we chatted and chatted and chatted. After some time, we
decided to make calls to a few of our friends and ask them to come to the good ol' McDonald's. Two of them agreed.
And we left school at about 2:50 and reached McDonald's at around
3. The other friends turned up at around 3:15. One friend, I haven't met him in
years. It was good to see him after a really long time. And believe me or not,
the food session was complete by 4 and we chatted at least until 5:30. All the
silly things that we used to do at school, we talked endlessly about it and I
haven't laughed that hard in months. Finally, when I reached home at around
6:45, I felt content, glad and happy.