Back to School...

Life is an untold Mystery. You never know what’s in it for me. We keep judging ourselves and want to make decisions on our own.  When I was a kid I was very much inspired from pilots. I always wanted to become a Pilot. And every other day I had a new mindset for my life what I wanna become and at that Age children do have moving goals. One day I wore my mom’s Sari and started writing on my Wardrobe holding a chalk, just copying the way teachers taught us in the school. I was very good at co-curricular and was Famous in school for my Acting & Dancing, today even if you meet students and teachers from the same school they end up saying. “Prachiiiii was very naughty”, lively girl, gregarious, always in an elated mood, quality to make others laugh, discussing my naughty pranks. We used to get Books for our Best Performance in the cultural activities and academics, I still have those interesting books with me...Cursive handwriting, story books, Coloring books. Whether it was poem Recitation, singing, dancing, acting, I took part in each and every activity and was lucky to read in Silver Oak where no child was treated with partiality, all were treated same and it was compulsory for all the students to take part in each and every activity. Our Annual Day Preps used to long for a month or so. Annual Function used to be like a Month Long Festival to us. It makes me nostalgic when a blur picture comes in front of my eyes with so many complaints with life... Why I had grown up? Why I can’t go back to school and enjoy the co-curricular activities, Art & Craft, Music, dance, sharing lunchbox without any formality just grabbing each new delicacies friend’s mom used to pack, the very first question in the morning- aaj kya leke aai h?? Maggi!!! Wow!!! Waiting for the Recess and all the hands gilding into the tiffin embracing Maggi!! And the owner of that tiffin trying to hide somewhere in the corner barging to save his/her tiffin from his/her classmate. There were no groups in school, every other student was your closest buddy. No formal friends. That space with my school friends is still on, distance never separates you from your chuddy buddies.

Pen fighter used to be the favourite game and we played it while waiting for the next teacher to arrive or in the recess after finishing the tiffins.

How can I forget the Rajeev Sir’s Dynamic Punishment “Murga walk”, we were made to do in the school corridors for being late or for some cleanliness issues(for not cutting nails, not polishing shoes, for mischievous acts).

Ke Sara Sara Whatever will b will be, the future not asked to see

Ke Sara Sara Whatever will be will be, the future not asked to see...