The reminiscence

More than eight years were gone by since I completed my schoolings. My school days were one of the happiest days in my life.
If you ask,’ which are the days you enjoyed most in your life time?’, more than 80% of the people would surely reply as ‘my school days’ .How true it is! We tend to be happier in those days. No much responsibility, no much worries, no much fear, no much jealous …Nothing. Only thing we had was happiness. The maximum worry we had was getting good marks. If our friend gets one mark more than us, we become anxious and it would last only for another ten minutes. After that those regressions would be vanished in the air like dew.

I too enjoyed my school days. Those days were still wandering heavenly in my mind. My school was one of the famous schools in our city. It was girl’s school. So we are the dominants there. You can’t see even a glimpse of other gender except drivers and watchman. And too, these guys are more than forty years of old . Till I went to my college, I never knew the meaning of ‘mokkai’(chatting among boys or girls), ‘kadalai’(chatting between boys and girls).There were lot of interesting(!) words I heard after I entered my college only. See how innocent I had been!! Up to tenth standard we used to wear skirt (maroon color) and shirt (sandal color). That was one of the interesting combinations (when compared to other school’s uniforms). During higher secondary we need to wear half sari. Even after the government schools in our city said good bye to half sari and allowed their student to put on chuddy, my school still follows this custom. So we used to be like queens in that outfit. There is no need of getting fear of adjusting the half sari often or to care about anyone watching us since there was only girls.

I had many friends in my school days. Three of them were ‘bestest’. You can’t see us a single minute without opening our mouths. The two things we used to do constantly in that time was, chatting and laughing. I really meant it. For everything, we laughed. There wouldn’t be any big reason for laughing. Simply we laughed. We got caught red handed many times for our chuckling during the class hours. The usual comments from our teachers would be, '
எப்ப பாத்தாலும் பல்ல காட்டிகிட்டு இருக்காதீங்க'
(Literally, don’t show your teeth all the time).

Usually three students should sit on a bench. But always we four sit on a single bench. This incident happened when I was studying eighth standard. It was the last period of the class. Our Tamil teacher was handling some poem session. We four had a custom (!) that every evening, as soon as the bell rings, we beat each and everyone (among us 4) by saying 'அடிச்ச அடி மறக்காத;திருப்பி அடிச்சா முட்டாள்' (don’t forget my spank; you would be a fool, if you spank me back). The thing is we have to tell it first before anyone tells it. Mostly no one took class during the last period. But our mishap played its role on that day. Our tamil teacher went on still the last minute. We four were still looking at the watch. The entire class was at pin drop silence listening to our teacher. The clock stuck at 4.15 pm. We four enthusiastically started telling our rhyme and beating among us (out of curiosity). Just think about the situation then. The beauty was we were sitting on the first desk. God, everyone looked stunned, especially my teacher. You should see the look on our teacher’s face. She stared at us disbelievingly. She immediately dismissed the class and asked four of us to remain in the class. The next half an hour was the ‘advise’ section for us.

There were lots and lots of incidents happened like this. All were most cherished moments. The cultural programs, excursions, and games we played during our lunch times, extra classes during the public exams time, prayer times, advises from my teacher, food we shared in our lunch times, the true hearts with lots of love, everything would be in my mind for ever.

I am not saying here that I didn’t like my college days. It was another world. Another set of friends, thoughts, different kind of happiness. But am sure, the happiness lost the innocence.