MY HIGH SCHOOL DAYS

1st July, 2008, I clumsily broke the glass while sipping water after my breakfast but my mother said that was lucky. Lucky for what??? Well, I was turning over a new leaf. I was turning over a new leaf. I was entering my high school after a fun filled and tension free senior secondary school. I was about to go to a new school where although I had some friends but in a new environment. Wearing a shirt and skirt after wearing salwar kameez for two long years was something special and different. I had a brand new, trendy, cool and smart bag hung at my back gifted to me by my grandmother. My sister helped me make my bag more cool by making some ‘Scooby Strings’ and hanging them on my bag. My parents, although a bit apprehensive, stood there with pride as they saw their daughter climbing the stairs of high school. While moving towards the car, I clearly remember the song which inspired me throughout my high school – “Ruk jaanaa nahi, tu kahin haar kar………… O rahi, O rahi…..” When I stepped into the school, I went exactly twelve years because I had the same feelings i.e. a bit happy yet a bit anxious. It reminded me my first day at school (Nursery) when my mom asked me not to cry. I promptly replied that why should I be crying rather it should be the teachers who’ll cry (because of my mischief). Somehow, many thoughts flashed my mind – whether I would make rapport with teachers just or should I make new friends first. Most of them would have chosen the later but I travelled on the road less travelled and went on to make good communications with my teachers. This later turned hard on me. Nevertheless, my class teachers (for both these years) were just so loving and caring that I saw my mother in them. A few days later, while I was trying to adjust in the school, a book worm in me asked about the library. My passion for reading and quizzing took me no time to make friends with Ganpule Ma’am and many others (who’re just my library friends). I became very popular in the school because of my happy – go – lucky, loving and caring nature (not only among teachers but students as well).I’ve experienced a flavour of fun, depression, victory, defeat, pride, misunderstanding, dare etc. Last day, Priyanka asked me, “Why don’t you care when people criticize you”? I replied her calmly “Revenge is almost like biting a dog because the dog bit you.” She had a gentle laugh and went away. I made some everlasting friends whom I can’t simply forget and I’m sure that they won’t forget me either. I had nice with teachers mostly because I was outdated with the daily soaps and serials (especially Roadies and Splitsvilla). The juniors especially XIthes and IXthes were very close to me and I’ll never forget them for they were my support system. Whatever may be the situation and mood of the day, I still want to sing the song –
“Give me some sunshine, give me some rain
Give me another chance; I wanna grow up once again…”
At last, thank you teachers and thank you friends for making me what I’m today as I leave my school life here and now.