Good old school days

This forward has been doing the rounds in virtual space for some time now. Took me back to my school days 🙂


The school reopened in June,

And we settled in our new desks and benches!


When we queued up in book depot,

And got our new books and notes!


When we wanted two Sundays and no Mondays, yet

managed to line up daily for the morning prayers.


We learnt writing with slates and pencils, and

Progressed To fountain pens and ball pens and then Micro tips!

When we began drawing with crayons and evolved to

Color pencils and finally sketch pens!


When we started calculating

first with tables and then with

Clarke’s tables and advanced to

Calculators and computers!


When we chased one another in the corridors in Intervals,

and returned to the classrooms Drenched in sweat!


When we had lunch in classrooms, corridors, Playgrounds,

under the trees and even in cycle sheds!


When all the colors in the world,

Decorated the campus on the Second Saturdays!


When a single P.T. period in the week’s Time Table,

Was awaited more eagerly than the monsoons!


When cricket was played with writing pads as bats,

And Neckties and socks rolled into balls!


When few played

“kabadi” and “Kho-Kho” in scorching sun,

While others simply played

“book cricket” in the Confines of classroom


Of fights but no conspiracies,

Of Competitions but seldom jealousy!


When we used to watch Live Cricket telecast,

In the opposite house in Intervals and Lunch breaks!


When few rushed at 3:45 to

“Conquer” window seats in our School bus!

While few others had “Big Fun”, “peppermint” ,

“kulfi”, ” milk ice !” and “sharbat !” at 4o Clock!


Gone are the days

Of Sports Day, and the annual School Day ,

And the one-month long preparations for them..


Gone are the days

Of the stressful Quarterly, Half Yearly and Annual Exams,

And the most enjoyed holidays after them!


Gone are the days of tenth and twelfth standards, when

We Spent almost the whole year writing revision tests!


We learnt,

We enjoyed,

We played,

We won,

We lost,

We laughed,

We cried,

We fought,

We thought.


With so much fun in them, so many friends,

So much experience, all this and more!


Gone are the days

When we used to talk for hours with our friends!

Now we don’t have time to say a `Hi’!


Gone are the days

When we played games on the road!

Now we code on the road with laptop!


Gone are the days

When we saw stars shining at Night!

Now we see stars when our code doesn’t Work!


Gone are the days

When we sat to chat with Friends on grounds!

Now we chat in chat rooms…..!


Gone are the days

Where we studied just to pass!

Now we study to save our job!

Gone are the days

Where we had no money in our pockets and still fun filled on our hearts!!

Now we have the atm as well as credit card but with an empty heart!!


Gone are the days

Where we shouted on the road!

Now we don’t shout even at home


Gone are the days

Where we got lectures from all!

Now we give lectures to all… like the one I’m doing now….!!


Gone are the days

But not the memories, which will be

Lingering in our hearts for ever and ever and

Ever and ever and ever …..


Gone are the Days…. But still there are lot more Days to come in our Life!!




About Namita

A melange of colors, just like the rainbow. Sometimes, as bright as the yellow sun, brimming with energy. Then driven by the passion of red to pursue my dreams. Calm like the clear blue skies and playful like streaks of violets. I am a collection of stories, each different and yet the same. I am simple in my complexities and something in my nothingness. For my bread and butter, I am a reflexologist – a profession which is more than just a job, it is my passion. When I am not busy in conversation with the feet, I potter around with my camera lens, indulge in good music and snuggle in with my books. And when my energies begin running low, nothing perks me more than traveling to unknown places, meeting all sorts of people and exchanging tall stories. I am a founding trustee of the Uday Public Charitable Trust that hopes to provide the gift of education to children of martyred soldiers and also other deserving children. It is a cause close to my heart. My gypsy heart cannot sit still and I must always move, explore…The mountains call out ever so often and I am off with my backpack. Trek, trek, trek…I want to push my limits always..rediscover my fears and move forward with my strengths. i love myself and my life, I must be god’s favorite child . With much to do and much to see, i am on the brink of another journey, always.
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