I haven’t met most of my school mates in flesh and blood since a long time (~ 20 years). I did have folks connected via Orkut and then Facebook but then never went beyond liking their vacation pics or wishing on b’days..no real conversations. About 10 days back, one of the characters from our school, who I thought was an introvert formed a group on whatsapp and connected about 50% of our school mates and boy!! what a group it has turned out to be. In the last 10 days, we have exchanged more than 20K messages ! Thanks to the global presence of our batch mates, the group is active 24*7 and the constant chatter is all real (no forwards) and no bots like in Ashley Madison :-)
Meeting up with old friends (even though digitally) has brought in an air of youth along with it. I am sure all in our batch would like to bask in the warmth of the lovely memories that has rushed to the forefront of our minds. First thing that comes to my mind about my school is our beloved super strict principal Sir. Even the thought of him sends shiver down my spine, in fact his one stare used to cause accidents in many pants. Our sir used to be always dressed in navy blue trouser and a sky blue shirt, back then I thought he was a miser. I now realize that sir was like many other successful people, who dress the same every single day to avoid wasting time deciding on clothes (remember Steve Jobs’ dress code?)
Many incidents cross my mind and one that is probably very unique to our batch is an incident during 4th Grade. A lanky boy (whose name I cannot reveal for security reasons :-) ) made us all believe that girls are untouchables and then one of the girls complained to our class teacher that “boys don’t touch us” (well the girls were also innocent). The complaint was taken seriously and the historic decision of changing the seating arrangement was taken. That year, we had boys and girls seated next to each other (till then it was boys on the right row of benches and girls on the left row or viceversa). Few years later, during our high school days we like minded boys dreamt of having the 4th grade seating arrangement repeated but some dreams never come true :-(
Stories from school days belonging to different genres (tragic love stories, violent love stories, funny stories, action stories, etc) were all lying ignored in some closet of the brain but in the recent days it is my most used space. I am sure the activity on whatsapp will reduce over a period of time but honestly, last few days has been beautiful and magical, the nostalgia reminds me of the way we were and the happiness we experienced while growing up.
Life is beautiful …
Meeting up with old friends (even though digitally) has brought in an air of youth along with it. I am sure all in our batch would like to bask in the warmth of the lovely memories that has rushed to the forefront of our minds. First thing that comes to my mind about my school is our beloved super strict principal Sir. Even the thought of him sends shiver down my spine, in fact his one stare used to cause accidents in many pants. Our sir used to be always dressed in navy blue trouser and a sky blue shirt, back then I thought he was a miser. I now realize that sir was like many other successful people, who dress the same every single day to avoid wasting time deciding on clothes (remember Steve Jobs’ dress code?)
Many incidents cross my mind and one that is probably very unique to our batch is an incident during 4th Grade. A lanky boy (whose name I cannot reveal for security reasons :-) ) made us all believe that girls are untouchables and then one of the girls complained to our class teacher that “boys don’t touch us” (well the girls were also innocent). The complaint was taken seriously and the historic decision of changing the seating arrangement was taken. That year, we had boys and girls seated next to each other (till then it was boys on the right row of benches and girls on the left row or viceversa). Few years later, during our high school days we like minded boys dreamt of having the 4th grade seating arrangement repeated but some dreams never come true :-(
Stories from school days belonging to different genres (tragic love stories, violent love stories, funny stories, action stories, etc) were all lying ignored in some closet of the brain but in the recent days it is my most used space. I am sure the activity on whatsapp will reduce over a period of time but honestly, last few days has been beautiful and magical, the nostalgia reminds me of the way we were and the happiness we experienced while growing up.
Life is beautiful …
