FOR MY OLD BUDDIES

You may be thinking why i have been absconding from this area nowadays.Actually my gray cells were not ticking for a few days.There is no question of why in this statement.Maybe because of exams or maybe I didn't get anything to write.Anyway ,now a Trojan horse has sneaked into my vacuous mind incognito.Just to broach the reentry of my verbore ,I would like to use a cavalcade of verbal consortium.hehe...anyway lemme enter to my point,to be more precise,what I have in my mind now.... Actually while I was talking (chatting) wi' my old school friend,it was she who made me think about this particular idea for blogging.She was telling me about writing my old school memories here,the laughter,the cries,the studies,the embarrasing moments,exam times and all those precious times that cuddled my school life.Hence came this idea of recapitulating some of the moments I had in my almamater.....

This one is a memoir that I would like to quote ;with my one of the closest pals I ever had,but not in touch now because of change in school and college and because of so many reasons that I dont know and reasons that doesnt exist.... Our school used to have assemblies in one day of every week and we had to wear white uniform on that day and it was at that day that this happened and I think this happened when I was in I Std. I was a small devil at that time,always restless,reckless, naive and short tempered;though most children at that age is like that.But, I was a li'l more than that.We, the gang of 5 children were playing some kind of kids' games.One of my friends who was sitting near us was writing on her note using her pencil. Accidentally she made a mark on my 'robin blue 'white skirt with her pencil. I became so angry that I too drew on her uniform.With that the commotion started.She again drew on my uniform and instantly I lost my temper and drew everywhere I on her skirt and her notebooks.In return , she too drew some marks on my books too;but not much as I did. She began to cry nonstop.Then came the worst part.Bell rang and teacher came in.She was not stopping her cries and was not even bothered about the teacher present.Poor me!! I was sweating there ,not knowing what to do then.Teacher saw her and called her near and enquired.She spat out the real incident.I was put into a state of delirium.The teacher called me and without asking anything she asked me to put my hand forth and started to beat me and asked me to say sorry to her.Drenched in shame, I apologized in front of everyone in the class.After that session,we went back to our respected seats.Then came the mortifying experience that really touched my thought process.She said sorry to me and apologized for what she had done and began erasing the pencil marks on my note and on my uniform and she said she would never repeat this again .She repeated again and again that she would never do any thing that would hurt me;that could make the teacher beat me.

In that small child's pristine mind,I can now see a heart that I wasn't able to recognize in my anger.Later in my schooldays ,she became my favorite and closest of all my pals. She was wi' me in every situation.We used to give presents to each other after the exam papers were given.The highest among us would get a gift from the other.On that way we competed each other in a healthy way so that we both could get good marks.Even in my worst stages,she was with me.When I became ill,she used to help me with the notes and helped me in any way she could.During lunch break, after having lunch, we a gang of friends ,along with her used to play many games, hide and seek , lock and key and so on.Even by drifting through those days pushes my goosebumps to rise.I really miss my school days and my scoolmates........