Well im not dozing on the keyboard but something i heard remixed with birds chirping this monday morning. There was some deja vu .. ummm arnd mid june, pouring rains and noises, high pitched, enthusiastic and shrilling noises !! it was a school bus passing by, Ahaa it was 14th June, the (not so) glorious day when school reopens in this part of the world. It used to be a mixed feeling then. Getting up early and homeworks used to be a pain.
But then again the joy of everything new was unmatched. I realised other than marriage, there is no other period in life where you can buy everything BRAND NEW. New books, new uniforms, shoes, socks, pens, pencils everything. Nothing is old. Not even yourself. (Atleast for the first week ;)).
"Shopping Bonanza" starts a week before. Wherever you go, you realise parents are shopping as if its the armageddon. Kids want the best, more, anything old is waste.
The smell of new books are drugs then. You start conquering the world goin thru geography books and "I SEE DEAD PEOPLE" in history books.
Brown traingular shaped paper cuts are lying everywhere as parents cover the books nicely whereas you are busy deciding which book gets the HeMan, Orko stickers and who gets the skeletor stickers. Personal care and attention is given covering the Physics Chemistry books and it dies as Maths book comein (irrespective when their chance comes ;)).
Your identity is stamped on every possible thing.
First week its all about being a good boy. You pack your bags properly. You dont forget anybook and are neatly lined up neatly in ur bag. Textbooks(read write) on one side and Notebooks (write read) on another.
Your new class and the floor are the earliest discussions with your friends. You proudly approach your classroom with your eyes firmly fixed on "STANDARD/GRADE" board. You feel on top of the word and good that you have climbed 1 definite step in life. You arnt nostalgic about your previous class/past as i am now. Nobody is discussing about their vacations but showing off their new pen, waterbag or something. Introduction to new class friends is out of question. Heck you even wave with apprehension to your old friends. You are perfectly fine the moment you see your only "best friend" (who is actually your bench partner of your previous year) . Class teacher and ur bench partner are the things you eagerly wait for. The first thing you see in your timetable are the games and club periods. You pray for an empty saturday coloumn.
And then the school takes its monotonous way and life is never the same until the next vacation or June.
And that my friend is the school life of the 80s. High Hopes and High Apprehension. No damn worry of the money which bought all the brand new things. Parents are angels taken for granted who bring everything for you on the platter and then probably go back to work, back in their own world, handling work pressures and then u see them back home enthusiatically running after you to get the homework done.
Life has some really beautiful lessons which no class or teacher will teach. Everyone learns and teaches, not neccesarily in the same order. Hope i have taken ur heart for a nice little ride.