School Friends...down memory lane

I just came back after meeting two of my school friends and my school.  I took the bus back home,.. ... sitting in the bus ferrying the school kids on a hot and humid afternoon...memories flooded my thoughts...i thought when I was like them, my uniform was a part of me, my bag was my companion and my little dreams were my future..

I used to hate everything about school. Getting up early in the morning, taking a bath early in the morning…. shoes, socks, morning assembly and hours of back to back lessons (half of which I didn't even want to study). But it was also the place which taught me what friendship is and what is its value. I learned how to stand up on my feet and smile at the one who just pulled me down. I learned that life could have been better but a hell lot worse too. I shamelessly admit, I enjoyed the gossip listening to them and sometimes creating them. There is no joy in life, I reckon more than creating some news and buzz around you. And most importantly gossip is not necessarily made because someone did something wrong, it was mostly just a outlet for somebody's creativity to work :-)

We all  learned to walk on the craters in life but I also realized that the worse that could happen in this craters was not death but injuries and that would heal with time, with lots of memories. I learned to forgive and forget but learned never to expect the same from others. School never taught me to be diplomatic, that was not until college but made me realize that saying blunt truth on the face actually feels great. I realized that you will get a pat on the back from the most unexpected hand but the hand that had held you till seconds back would pull the ground from under your feet. We always liked to be unpredictable. Little fights, petty issues..never BLOATED EGOS. I enjoyed those little fights, not talking to each other, but interesting to know more about the friendly enemy..just every day was eventful.

 Seriousness apart, what would have been life like without those petty fights and pretty crushes from school? How would it be without those friends who stood by you through thick and thin? How would we enjoy life without sharing lunches and stealing sandwiches during French or Moral Science periods? The sprint after class to get out of the one little gate first, long walk with friends to our homes after schools, ink stained fingers…all those are memories!! How would we know what fun is without those stupid but good old games, teasing each other, being curious about unimportant things and of course pulling each other's leg? Would birthdays be enjoyable without the song and more importantly, the question that who gets more toffees. The taste and the aroma of  orange candies by Parle still lingers in my tongue.

I miss my school and also those silly things that I used to hate once. I realized that after all that endless complaints about my school, our  and teachers, my school was indeed my second home..

I stopped at the school and reminisced…When in school, I thought college would be crazy and that college could be the place where I realized its okay to be crazy but school is definitely the place that taught me to be crazy. ....after all, It was my school that gave me my first crush and  my first heartbreak. Can it get crazier…?