Though I started my education in the village in a Telugu medium school and read till 2nd std, I was joined in an English medium school in UKG in "IDEAL PUBLIC SCHOOL" in Ongole.I started living with my parents rather than my grandparents.We went into a rent house with new neighbors.Joining a school made me realize that I was FAT and strong compared to many people of my age and all I remember about that school is having my own gang and being the best fighter of it.I used to win over 7th standard kids in fighting.For those who follow Harry Potter, I would say, I was like Dudley. The only difference is I didn't have the passion to hit people without a reason or make fun of them.Well I used to do some SHOW OFF though.... :)
Later I was joined in a school called "Ongole Public School". I didn't know at that time that it's going to play such a major role in my life.It is far bigger and better than my previous school in many respects.I stopped being a fight club member immediately after coming to the school.It is my own choice to stop fighting as it hurts me to see people getting hurt.I took some time to adjust to the new school but I got my best friend....!I still remember the fellow called "Karthik" and still think he was my closest friend. , and formed a group of three....Karthik, Me and Siddarth.We used to be a group who make significant noise and used to be rebellions at the school.This school has a huge play ground and 3 buses to drop the children at their homes. All the 3 of us used to be in the 2nd trip and used to have time to play in the school.But due to a stupid PT teacher who thought that children should study rather than play, we were forcibly made to sit in a corridor.And coming to studies.....I am not bad...I used to be in top 5 of 30 students.
As I said earlier, we were rebels of the class since we escaped the clutches of those 6th and 7th standard students(who were appointed to make us sit) and explored different places in the school to hide (except girls toilet). The place under the stairs leading to the hostel is one of my favorite.We used to tell stories and devise plans for making pacts with the class leader not to write our names when we make noise etc. One fine day in a cool evening when the buses took nearly half the strength of the school to leave them at their homes and when we are free from our usual hiding business as we are allowed to play that day, I saw a beautiful semi-circular arc of seven colors in the clear pale blue sky, which seemed to start from a place very close buy.....It is the best and memorable rainbow I have ever seen.My entire 1st standard was dominated by my friend and I don't remember anything other than him and those experiences.We were inseparable and often stood for each other.It went on and I thought "This is life". Then came the summer holidays.I was happy to go back to my village and play with the kids there.
Though I was brought up by my grandparents and shared a very happy childhood with them, I don't actually regretted leaving them.But felt happy to go back to the house in which I played.It might be due to the fact that my grandfather used to come daily....I played with my brother and other friends of my village for the entire summer.Cricket is our favorite game and we used to play in our house as it is very spacious.Then came the day when I need to rejoin the school....
I came to the school and sat in the class next to my previous class with the board(II class) above the door. I couldn't see my best friend.I think I don't know about being absent. I was told that he changed to some other school.It stuck me as a bolt from the blue.I sat in a bench crying alone... and didn't speak to anyone for some days.I didn't know that I would cry for him at some point of the year in every class for the rest of my schooling.
Later I got a new friend, a new join.He is a close friend, but not as close as Karthik.I think, my subconscious mind made a note, not to allow any one as close as him.I would say it succeeded so far.....In the school bus,I was usual target for many seniors as I was very fat.They gave me a name "Hippo" and my brother "Rhino".I don't care about those comments.They are not exactly sarcastic.I got used to it and we became good friends.I met a monkey faced new student in the bus.I had no idea that he would come this long and be one of my close friends.And in the evenings, I used to have a tussle with one of my classmates over the seat as we both have brothers and one of them used to keep the seat in the bus and other occupied it.....As I said before I was fat but didn't like to hit anyone unless they make the first move.In my 3rd standard I met just the guy.He was our senior and failed in the class,so left behind.I used to have some nice fights with him as he often messed with me.I had many friends but particularly one girl used to be very close.She used to beat me and play around etc.I didn't much pain as long as she started pinching me.She is a very bright student(used to be 1 rank above me) and used to have some charisma to turn the teachers around her.
I distinctly remember one day when this girl told to our social sir named "Srinivas" that I won't experience any pain.I told that I actually do.But he wanted to test it.I am not used to crying for physical injury and I didn't shout out my pain.I was beaten pretty badly that day.I didn't even complain about him at home.But my mother saw the marks where my blood clotted and complaint went to the school secretary.As my grandfather was furious about that, and he happens to know the secretary well,that sir faced the peril of getting removed from job.He later came and explained that "I was JOVIAL with you so that you won't have fear to ask doubts....... I started to hate this fellow to the core as he was not good at teaching not in character.
From the third class, we were taken to the big ground for prayer.This is how the day started at school.I used to hate exercise but used to play with friends.We used to pray for a teacher to be absent so that we can play.And I hated one more PT sir as he is very partial to girls and didn't allow our class to play.School days used to be a lot of fun.....We used to have Teachers day,Children's day,Independence day,Annual day and many more days......I like Annual day and Teachers day the most.Because 10th class students used to come to classes as teachers(in saris and coats) and we used to have entire day of fun.The annual day is the best part because our classes stand suspended for almost a month and we are free to play.....:)
As I grew up, I focused a bit more on education because it turned out to be interesting.History is like a story for me.Physics was not that interesting with measurements and levers.Chemistry is interesting but I lack the intellect to question the theories and hence I kept listening to whatever they say.The most interesting subject is biology.It may partially be due to the teacher who told and partially due to the fact that it deals with living organisms and their internal structure.
It goes on..............
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